C-Rayz Walz - Degrees (Clean) lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I wrote rhymes on papyrus, clutch the obelisk Manifest the true and livin', reveal the obvious Prominent, dominant, hand secret documents And all the high continents' monuments Only to be awakened by your third consciousness—honor this I hold the secrets to life now with my esophagus Renew my history every time I build with wisdom So when they go, I don't have regrets. Diss 'em and miss 'em I'm the light and the prism, the glitch in the system The a**ertive victim who murdered d**h and his rhythm Got hyper to chill with sniper sk**s, focus my goal Took a stronghold on my soul And puffed an L just to inhale hell Conversatin' with Satan, contemplatin' to add on elimination Baptize my lips and spit the Holy Grail Destined to fail, arrogance cause earthquakes in hell Old people gossip, adults criticize We all judgmental, but can't control our own lives I realized the world's on my dick so I pissed in public Balance the sk**s—some real hate and love sh** For each slug that hit, I got a script with the same Impact of ten gats—yo, in fact, I speak flame Focus on the real cause I've been that I got a plan for that self hatred—end that [Hook: Sample from Guru on Gang Starr's "JFK 2 LAX"] (x2) "Read, study lessons and build your inner power" (x3) "The next level doesn't tolerate cowards" [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I play 21 with crackheads—slap-box raps My block's a danger chamber—strangers chased by gats I'm the black target. Spit first, make the jam last Relentless trenches, beats buried in sand bags Blast back, splash tracks, run on water My New World Order—Buckshot like Terry Porter Blaze trail. You way frail like Puffy in jail Ya'll drink bubbly in hell. I prevail and inhale Stuck with a golden pose like the son of Jor-El Contact the most high before your eyes get the smell Your head swells. Thoughts get heavy like barbells C-Rayz born to blaze—in my presence, you [caravels?] Chiseled in the culture. Conscious cartel Do the math like vultures while the God dwells On the actual fact, my bright light violet-ultra Biting these words will cause ulcers [Bridge: Sample from Guru on Gang Starr's "JFK 2 LAX"] "Read." "Read" [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Subterranean brain stats and dirty train track rats f** the fame, black—in the end, we the same cats Nourishment from maggots, soil for the earth Life is ritual, d**h is not a curse If we send first we are blessed in the last stage I reflect the past age and think straight like Gibraltar Meditate, burn incense at my alter Call libation for great queens and forefathers I shave, brother. I come with (?) Understandin' my eyes the supreme color copier My afterlife simple as black and white Still movement like water reflecting the moonlight I hear voices in my head and obey what they send through Ain't your vocals upon my thought instrumental Read, study lessons, build your inner power Sick ciphers, the minute's being born to this hour [Hook: Sample from Guru on Gang Starr's "JFK 2 LAX"] (x2) "Read, study lessons and build your inner power" (x3) "The next level doesn't tolerate cowards"