C-Rayz Walz - Ruler's Back/Ugly lyrics

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and C-Rayz Walz] This is something that we don't rehearse C-Rayz rhymes second and I rhyme first Now this how we running down the line Evahflow rhyme first. I'm second to rhyme So you could call me cuatro and I be cinco Stronghold n***as, we be doing our thing, yo So off we go. Let the Henny flow But hold on. We got another elm to blow [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Let's slip the sands of time—my brain is the balance I'll beat you MCs—not a grain of talent Who came to challenge? Ayyo, check this out Scene's over—“cut!” like director's mouth When I spill, no detergent's getting this out I get real like turbans in president's house Collapsed your truth, embezzled your doubt Extort your knowhow, put a hit on your clout Anything else? I forget if forgot is getting not (What?) You ahead/a head but it's getting chopped It's all dough when the Stronghold is setting shop Make your label like the dice, decide who getting dropped Play the game like chicken pox—we getting spots Catch it quicker than your weapon co*ked Hard hands has got you stumbling back like new yard dancers Any who comfy test get two hard answers Fifty points a piece And extra credit don't stop ‘til the boy's deceased Avoid the reach. Get you, your boys'll screech So loud, they gon' drown out the noisy streets The champion. You can't win Stronghold [?] Give me fire, make me burn them Hip hop, red stripe. Drink ‘til we earn them (What?!?) [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I hate corns unless it's dinner time I'm vegetarian but I got beef on my mind Sleep with the 9 ‘cause I don't trust nothing that breathes Got a magical coat with a trick up my sleeve None of your degrees is real—y'all preaching fables Acting like you move Keys like Alicia's label Besides, being thugged out is too easy You're like Michael Jackson—(Heee!)—only tough on TV My honorable thoughts give you a horrible loss When I put it on your ribs like barbeque sauce The way I spit will make your chick love me I'll give your girl a bubba ‘cause she be getting ugly If I'm getting paper, it's ‘cause I'm ripping flavor I'm nice around the mics like the Wizard players Spit a verse that deserve a replay Get on some humble sh** like, “Yo, give it up for the DJ!” C-Rayz rip it like no other My Africans fans be in the stands, yelling, “Go, brother Go, brother.” Full-clip material On some Run DMC sh** like, “Here We Go” (Here we go) They heard the flow like, “Yo, what was you thinking?” Leave ‘em like a bucket of chitlins: dead and stinking And if you don't love us, you hate us then That's why we write dangerous music with a safety pin/pen Stronghold stressfest—we told you it was “Hectic” But you'll get played at the end of the jam like a Biggie record [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Motherf**ers, respect it. Will Tell mixing your tape up and taking your DAT. (Screw you!). And breaking the CD. (SH5, SH5, Stronghold). Will Tell, Brooklyn Ac'. (SH5, SH5). You heard what we said, huh? Where Theirs A Will Theirs A Way. Welcome to P World, kiddies. People Army, [chitties?]. Stronghold, motherf**ers. Brooklyn Ac', motherf**ers. Bounce. Get up, bounce. Bounce. Get up, bounce. Stronghold. Ha! Get up, bounce. Stronghold!