Belief - The Essence (Dirty) lyrics

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Belief - The Essence (Dirty) lyrics

[Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) For those that said I couldn't do it I'm here to show and prove it! [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'm Gandhi with a bulletproof vest (What?) Malcolm X kickin' a freestyle. What you expect? (That's fresh) You ain't expect Martin Luther King with a gat Leavin' a church yelling "Go back!" What up, [?]? You know how it go, fams Large wingspan like the son of Rodan Stuck between Godzilla and Bunzilla (Huh?) Fingerhut and fingerpaint—what? Jabba the Hutt going corrupt You ain't ready for the twin-double cypher uppercuts—plus I'm off-the-bean-curd rap You ain't ready for the hypodermic ginseng mat [Hook 2: C-Rayz Walz] In the club, it's over the bub In the car, it's over the dub In the street, it's beef over the slugs Watch out for the cheeba—it's under the rug And it still bugs. And I'm still wired And there's still electrical fire for desire And there's still truth for the liar And it's still C-Rayz with my name on the flier [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] For those that said I couldn't do it I had to show and prove I was in tune with the music Jay-Z stole my Blueprint for the single He got a copy from Kinkos Drillin' and k**in' it. Persephone Caught between Mills and Stephanie and Persephone Either way, I'm still trapped in Hades I never been Slim but my attitude stay Shady And this is beyond the records You gotta check it—there's more behind the methods There's some blackin' out Tat skin—right arm with the ham and that's about You better watch out—oversk**ed, underplayed Chicks I deal with slam like Sonya Blade Y'all ain't ready for the ill metaphors Have y'all little n***as screamin', "No, Gandolf!" [Hook 2: C-Rayz Walz] In the club, it's over the bub In the car, it's over the dub In the street, it's beef over the slugs Watch out for the cheeba—it's under the rug And it still bugs. And I'm still wired And there's still electrical fire for desire And there's still truth for the liar And it's still C-Rayz with my name on the flier [Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) For those that said I couldn't do it I'm here to show and prove [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Beat bangin' ya. This is Castlevania I rap over your head like drats in Arabia Get ya mind right (Right) or your brain left (Left) This is excited life and plain d**h Extravaganza, vocal bonanza Vocal burner murderer—beef in the stanza Mazda 626s and crucifixes ('86) Blind, patient—ready for religion Lady on the train lookin' at me idle (Oh, hello) Judgmental but she still holding a Bible I burst out into a wild freestyle Told the conductor "Calm down" It's a urgency to k** those that's fake 'Fore I flip, may you press the emergency brake The next stop will come after the door's closin' No leanin' on the Walz while I'm posin' [Hook 2: C-Rayz Walz] In the club, it's over the bub In the car, it's over the dub In the street, it's beef over the slugs Watch out for the cheeba—it's under the rug And it still bugs. And I'm still wired And there's still electrical fire for desire And there's still truth for the liar And it's still C-Rayz with my name on the flier [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Still Chief Rayz. I'm here to show and prove it! Still Chief Rayz. It's The Essence. Raw. I'm here