C-Rayz Walz - Camouflage lyrics

[Intro/Chorus] "Don't camouflage, don't camouflage your feelings" [Walz] Camouflage.. "Don't camouflage, don't camouflage your feelings" [Walz] We all camouflage.. "Don't camouflage, don't camouflage your feelings" [Walz] We all camouflage.. "Don't camouflage, don't camouflage your feelings" [C-Rayz Walz] From 41 shots, we +Dodge+ like +Neons+ Still smellin foul, from the bullsh** we be on More than words, YOU HEARD, the actions of speech I seen a lot of things change, like blacks with money Cats say they pack heat, but the boiler's broken It's easy to be iced out when your mind's frozen The proof is absolute truth, we call it raw It rains and most still go chasin "Waterfalls" Excited by the night life, and the trife streets I recall the pictures of Elijah, starin at me Now we hustle with the grim reaper, in gym sneakers Phlegm speakers, when it comes to reefer it's deeper WE WAS YOUNG FLOWERS, surrounded by weeds Camouflaged feelings, blend in with the trees Before degrees, I studied with the fiends in the park And the fire from the crack pipe made the day dark And it's still art! [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] You want wealth, search for self, find what you lookin for I got a Boogie Down mind, with a Brooklyn jaw My Queens life through your eyes, my sneakers adjust size The speakers through the rhymes (SOUND BETTER EQUALIZED) Burn down buildings, pyramids, project piss It's like life revolves around kicks, clips and script Chicks in whips here's a tip, hollow ones'll split ya zipper And the triggers get you stuck on the Island like Skipper And the Gilligans'll k** again; blank spots? Fill 'em in Tanktops? Mental men; train stops? Adrenaline Rush hour change, seize the pain seeps Run straight through every town like Main Street! My brain keep the days of high-top fades, Gazelle shades And MC's, gettin live on stage Gym star bar scar, act like you doin time See through the fine lines, cause the mind's designed as camouflage [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] Bulletproof gun-brellas, for the rain/reign of the tec Rubber-gripped nines, when task split ya vest kiss ya chest for the hell of it, I live where life is irrelevant Dead friends stay in my head like elephant, memory NECESSARY BY ANY MEANS, this too shall pa** Chalk outlines your body like a sick art cla** Crack is 18 years old, so young but treacherous The destruction of the hood is effortless, the error is mad kids be like YO, WHY SHE HAD ME? AIYYO WHO DADDY IS? This my other baby daddy What a f**in shame, I'm drunk in the rain, duckin the pain My soldiers slang, I meditate with a migraine You want my chain? I hope you know white crane Or get flamed left in a puddle of money, maintain I want change, tired of d** and rats, thugs and gats There's still love for you black, hip-hop and rap, it's camouflage [Chorus] [ad libs, shout outs and DJ scratches to fade] {*"Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough*"}