Calcutta - Spit Hard lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Man, spit hard or don't spit at all, man. I ain't come in no office to waste... [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Spit hardballs—I ate the jail cell A hot boy for real. What the deal? I made hell (Whoo!) To come out right and dumb out like “Yo! I get my day together, man, after I break night” I break records (What?)—mostly wack vinyl I'm a Bad Boy, but don't let my Shyne blind you I bling like cash registers in microwaves This beat got me flipping like Psycho Rayz But see, Walz is still the name I claim (Uh huh) I spit so nasty, I could actually stain my fame And it won't come out like white pants with gra** stains Blast brains out the side of your frame at close range I want change, treble, and ba** To the point my impact might crack a track and level the place All devils gets chased ‘til I catch a case Like a UPS worker with a box in your face [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Spit hard! (Spit hard!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! (Yeah!) Spit hard! (Yeah!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! b**h, no ho's bars Spit hard! (Spit hard!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! (Yeah!) [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] What's a hot verse without a fire chorus? I'll knock you out, then punch you in the Eye of Horus This is human gat rap—I clap, off safety Too much games out right now for you to play me Spit it off the top like sunroofs with a Uzi out And bubble in the place to be like Jacuzzi house Horrible like Hägar, Hawkmen in the hood Fly n***a. I wish you would and could touch mine That's my dick. Don't clutch mines I've been spitting rhymes since Monroe High School lunchtimes Smoking L's in stairways. My rhymes is hearsay You stupid critic. When I spit it, you hear what I say Politic with smart n***as on dumb blocks The place where ba**lines sound like gunshots When the cops come, the fun stops (Chill) When I spit heat, you see sunspots and get burned without sunblock You come/cum watch like s**m on your clock But you should work for my knuckles and start earning a knot [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Spit hard! (Spit hard!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! (Yeah!) Spit hard! (Spit hard!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! b**h, no ho's bars [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Steel cage match, 12-gauge rap If you feel Rayz' clap/Rayz, clap—what a powerful impact In the zone, smoking bones alone with “Bones” Malone Cutting spades the same way I scraped your dome Bases loaded—right here's where I take it home Your face exploded from being laced with a basic poem (Oh sh**) (Spit hard!) Like I'm chewing a stone Into a gla** pipe (Yeah!)—still rocking a mic Dropping it like a shot—you get wobbly, wobbly Like crooked cops on block who try to follow me Nothing I splash is weak. I speak like a flash of the acid leak Slave to the rhythm and give ‘em a masterpiece (Voilà) Doomsday dialect dominate dialogue Change your dull college dorm to a dancehall (Dope) No h**n, crack, X, liquor, and weed I'm Brand Nubian (What?)—I “Slow Down” to catch speed I slap MCs who don't spit hard like C And the front row is beef—prepare to catch teeth [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Spit hard! (Spit hard!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! (Yeah!) Spit hard! (Spit hard!), keep rocking the mic Spit hard! b**h, no ho's bars [Bridge: C-Rayz Walz] (x8) Spit hard! [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] What? Still rocking