Charles Xavier - Welcome lyrics

[Intro] Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like many They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with Some men just wanna watch the world burn [Verse 1: C.Ray] Uh, blatant disrespect like my dick's erect in church Soon as he pop me in the deck, n***as getting hurt And those who rob me of respect, they can get the hearse I get they b**h, had that broad screaming like she giving birth Police is in the turf I'm feeling work, this ain't a game I ain't that n***a walking around different cause things have changed I ain't that n***a that's about to be switching up I'm gonna remain the same I certainly ain't gonna be talking about swagging my n***a I'm not gonna make it rain So whoever's too clever And thinking they can do better, better go and get two sweaters and try to escape the weather I make it better when I lyrically pop the beretta, get got for whateva, pushing 16 hot through ya sweata And the 12 I just kicked is kicking the sh** out of your 16's n***as know better, don't try to fu*k with something this mean And if I keep goin', continue flowin' sh** this pristine It's only a matter of time before a n***a grip green sh** I think the public really wants me to be on a f**ing rant and causing panic Take a stand, f** all the antics, you don't have to understand it to be takin sh** for granted If a n***a kicks some lyrics then the public's getting frantic [Verse 2: C.Ray] Where's the motha f**in' hook I don't feel comfortable listening to sh** I'm not comprehending I be fronting, pretending like I know what he's saying just so I can poke my nose into conversations Dressing like a darkie, though I probably vote for Ronald Reagan, you betta' not mistake the complicated nature of a monsta' with an anga' problem, drunken off the anga' Off the f**ing resolation, hesitation is an exclamation Resulting in decimation, lacking in resuscitation Nobody's bringing you n***as back to the land of the livin' Every time that I get up on the track, whenever I'm gonna attack, when I get up on the track then I'm winnin' a**hole, no f**ing cheating unless it's afro Hall of fame, Charlie Ray, the reason that the gra** grow I said welcome to the real, n***as know the deal And speakin' of a deal, he ain't even got one This sh** he speaks is real and he don't need to steal 'Cause when he spits you with a f**ing lovely shotgun So try him if you want it because he wants it mo' Heading to the castle, you know what he's coming fo' And if you got it, better give it up, and smooth Many have already died, n***a you can be one too