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[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and PF Cuttin'] [C-Rayz Walz] C-Rayz Walz. (Woah, woah, woah). Frank 151. (The Prelude). Yo, what's up with this? Yo. (Stronghold). Word. (Stronghold). Yo. Uh. That Grown Man [PF Cuttin'] As we continue on, it's your man C-Rayz Walz, baby. Grown Man Part 2, come on. South to the West Coast. Aight? Everybody in the East Coast. Europe. Let's do it. Come on [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Real stars cluster—when you see me with my group, I shine bright I see the Sprite in your dark lemon—now peep my Limelight The divine right: using my hindsight, I got beef covered sh**ting on enemies in the streets and, deep, I hover My craft slash rap. Rap ‘til my backdraft Math shatters your perception just to leave your third eye gla** smashed And these rap quotes fortified with black soap f** a rap, bro. My block is a crack track—now that's dope Like h**n strokes. And you don't want jack in your rum and coke I'm dumbing, loc. My theme's like a scene from them Drummond folk When police barricade my phrase or I get slayed (What?) Blaze from shots sprayed out my brother's scope And when they touch my penis and ask for my ID I said, “I'm Jesus.” Motherf**ers still don't recognize me From New York to Denmark, I terrorize beats Wanted worldwide. My managers must disguise me But I remain lively instead of dead—I'm introducing My life as a product, looking for distribution And I ain't shopping my sh**. Y'all wanna steal my spirit While I'm dropping these hits ‘til I feel y'all hear it And when I get near, I'll be too far out for staring Fear disappears when it's it war I'm declaring They scared you with The Towers, but we been in Babel So don't give me a pound, clown, with sound—I might stab you [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] No doubt. No doubt. f**ers