C-Rayz Walz - C-RayzWalz lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Ladies and gentlemen and you know, uh, and everybody else. Hehe. In this corner, same cats that [?]. (Weighing out of the first...). This is not, important, man. [?]. All of you do know very well who I am. Now... [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you But I was babysitting my nieces and nephews (Oh) Labels'll pay you two cent for them hood rhymes Last time I wanted a Penny, I was watching Good Times You ain't popping. If so, we soon to see, liar Flame off the top. I pour water on your Kundalini fire In my spare time, what I write'll make you fear mines Each rhyme sharp like parts of Grand Puba's hairline I'm a soloist—I hurt teams most And get the whole house shook like Thirteen Ghosts No, f** that! I'm tired of this buck-rap. Hip hop slug Thugs knocked the f** out—f** ya love tap This is the round trip ticket—you'll catch a bus back I train where I conduct jacks, so don't get stuck, black Acting like it can't happen, you'll owe me a plaque Like the Lakers ain't still got Kobe and Shaq [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] They call me C-Rayz Walz. Clashing, mashing, splashing (Is he nice?) Man, who you asking? C-Rayz Walz. Spilling it, k**ing it You feeling it? Any show I get, I'm stealing it C-Rayz Walz. Hip hop. Rip shot Get rocked. Let ‘em know that I came to rock C-Rayz Walz. And I shined before I signed a deal And you know I'm real [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] The reason my form is complete and sick My style was born spored on a Petri dish In a room with microchips, blips, and math quotes Alien graffiti on my lab coat! But now I spit hard, rip these bars and simply sell ‘Til I hit rock bottom like an empty well This is for the love, but I do profit While y'all cats is sooner to get Junior than Lou Gossett When I blacked out like dark-skinned brothers—those you k** (No! No!) I see the price of paper—it's poems for sale If you too shook to get busy I'll punch you in the stomach, make the bu*terfly dizzy Telepathy'll make your clique about faith Tryna play me like the monkey in Outbreak This A&R try to tell me who I should rhyme like [?]. His shell toes have five stripes [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] They call me C-Rayz Walz. Clashing, mashing, splashing (Is he nice?) Man, who you asking? C-Rayz Walz. Spilling it, k**ing it Feeling it? Any show I get, I'm stealing it I'm C-Rayz Walz. Hip hop. Rip shot Get rocked. Let ‘em know that I came to rock C-Rayz Walz. And I shined before I signed a deal And you know I'm real [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Stand up, hands up, touch ceilings Headphones in your ribs—listen to your gut feelings Revealing questions. Do you have answers? No. You're Dorothy. I'm the hurricane in Kansas I'm blessed. Don't make me put the speakers to your chest (Boom, boom) Force you into cardiac arrest Turn clubs to paper, leave stages ripped up Albums are special ed kids—they gotta be picked up My shadow superior (So?). I scheme on crews With enough sk**s to make the village voice scream on you Violate your rights. Then the bragging ends Put two in you b**h n***as like you having twins I don't care what you seen or heard. In fact I'm C-Rayz Walz, off the bean curd rack And you wack acts is lame. It's a shame—admit it I could write a whole album off the brain in five minutes [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] They call me C-Rayz Walz. Clashing, mashing, splashing (Is he nice?) Man, who you asking? I'm C-Rayz Walz. Spilling it, k**ing it You feeling it? Any show I get, I'm stealing in it I'm C-Rayz Walz. Spit hard, rip bars Good God. Let ‘em know that I'm on my job I'm C-Rayz Walz. And I shined before I signed a deal And you know I'm real