Dub-L - Drugs in My Vein lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Hip hop like drug in my veins, k**ing me harshly This could be my end if I don't win. Don't start me In street life, I'm hugging the flames—get this heat off me Tie the knot, eating not, driving, riding the iron horsie I love hip hop for the lack of something worse to do I spit high, then just rock. This is impersonal Free shows, flee flows, wonder if I'm breaking even Eating Fritos—word to snacks, I just start breaking even [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Hatin' seein' what I love misused and abused Mind bleeding, confusion, focus, a loser succeedin' I ask questions to answers and define reason Like cancer to a cigarette lung having fun, still breathing Smokers s** bu*t, no pun intended I'm tryin' to get big in the Bronx like Pun intended—what?!? I'm still booking if you looking, still juxing, still crazy Just got my straight jacket on. I crooked look as... [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] I thought that I was all about it But my mind remained clouded from weed. Without it, what you read about it? Crazy man ran through the train car crowded Strapped with bang-bars, dramatic Expression in face destined to taste it While finessing the basics Essence of ancients like P.A.Z.E Keep it ten steps ahead like the KGB Beasts watching me harder than Jay-Z streets Cage me not. The search found a crazy knot You mangy cops—that's coming from the stage we rock Stoned, earth and home all alone With the piece of the block grown to daddy unknown Had his son known pop, would he have left it alone? Never F with the chrome, build the treasures of dome Represent home. Later lay the rest of this poem To his long-lost kite unflown. How long this story goin' on? [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x4) Hip hop like drug in my veins [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] In real life, I'm still light and move at the speed of it A bad child on the mic—sometimes, I just need a hit The difference of right and wrong: open mic and writing a song Someone I love or a chick I like looking nice in thongs While you rush to work and rude people step on your feet I'm coming from the studio, thinking deep, listening to beats And give thanks that I wake after I rest in peace I live heavenly in hell, feeling well writing the heat [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Hip hop like drug in my veins [Verse 5: Breez Evahflowin'] They puttin' math improper on us, want us dead Plus, they couldn't care less if every corner's red Hunted like Cornish hens Even men making honest ends, born to sin Walk and take me out tournaments From hanging like ornaments to self-inflicted unfortunates Do it to yourself like "Who taught you this?" Bought you for a portion—now a portrait is a landless mask Me and my mans work the plans to command this cash [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x4) Hip hop like drug in my veins