C-Rayz Walz - BLVCK ROSARIES (Celebrate) lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Bunz] Arielle was a precious, down-to-earth, pretty girl Partier; could probably outdrink any girl 7th grade, in homeroom stressing She used to help me with this little math cla** session Multiplication, linear equations, factorization, scientific notation God-given beauty with natural ability Argumental without showing hostility Washington, DC, clowning on the bus Secret Service bum-rushed us cause Bill Clinton's coming Are you sh**ting? We wouldn't k** Bill Clinton We was more interested in finding where the pith is At nightfall, in dazing places Smithsonian Museum of Air and Space And while you're mourning Me, I'm never crying Your legacy is living cause to me you're never dying [Hook: Freddie Bunz & C-Rayz Walz] * 2 You can live every second of the day having fun Or you can be pissed, never get anything done You can celebrate life Or you can want d**h I'd rather celebrate Cause in the heart she never left [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Seeing J in 2000 (?) The first time I seen him Almost went heat-to-heat at the Fat Beats freelance (?) I know I speak on behalf of the Rotten Appleists (?) And for many soldiers from Minnesota, Minneapolis The Leaning Tower of Pisa you bought slices for fans Budweisers in hands, looking like you in the band I'm at a loss for words, with no Scrabble But I'm glad you beat Technique in the Fat Beats (?) battle I thought it'd be me and you, same at Blaze Ten years later, still got flavor, daze Freestyle leaders, follow the spark To understand The Many Faces of Oliver Hart From the Fifth Element to the first rapper who staged(?) To urban plaza(?), getting hype off rage Rhymesayers forever, every verse is a blessing Abilities manifest, we on earth for a lesson Your vocal's a Moghul (?), no wonder Instead of a cell, you gave me your home phone number So when I heard news of your pa**ing, I called up Kathy Like, "Ma, what happened?" And she confirmed the truth of strange factors Headshots couldn't explain the brain fractures (That night (?)) In my mind every time I rhyme you've always been Now you gotta trade verses with time, divine flim (?) So tell the Father: The sun is still shining Living light, cause a bright Eyedea never dies Mr. Larsen, you left the mic molested The truth of real talk, this ain't no deep confession Dope on the whole, so I know it's peace you rest in Overloading the flow 'til the beat's congested First Born As I mourn feeling torn By the Throat On the Carbon Carousel, I forgot what I wrote This is where we were, you're where we all gotta go Face Candy, sad face (?), happy clowns on the low (?) No joke, this is The Some of All Things Your advice: When in Rome, k** the king, like Larsen [Outro] * 2 You could count every star in the sky at night Live by the tongue, die on the mic Infinite Clock Ovens (?) Time's never done All apart we come together as one to celebrate