Panik - Barb Wire Fences lyrics

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz] MCs, your life's on the line You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the 9 If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest rhyme And though you run out of it, you still have time And if you hit, you might get to shine Barb wire fences. Word up. Raise the level of the cut Now you ducking the sentence—cha-pow [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] My lines illuminate. Can you relate? I'm Tron For you to get signed, I would have to break your arm The Sun Cycle strictly repping Beware, your career could be gone in 60 seconds Stronghold number 5. It's nothing to fear You better off sword fighting a Musketeer—yeah! Nobody gave me nothing, so I ain't having it But you don't hear me, though—I might as well be speaking Arabic Going out like a terrorist, the stage is sin I write bomb music with grenade pens/pins Like margarine, I do go against the grain For you to feel Smartha, you would have to touch my brain You don't know me. Don't speak my name in vain I'm C-Rayz, keeper of the flames, explain the difference Of MC and singer You internet head (Shh), don't come out your fingers ‘Cause I reach through computers and slap kids Shut your cipher down quick like Theo Ratliff The Pied Piper running with weird fiddlers Making crowds throw they hands in the air like Hitler But I'm not Jewish—I never been ga**ed up I'm a runaway slave with asthma holding a pump And while y'all front and play the movie role Lines I write be tight like insect booty hole [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] MCs, your life's on the line You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the 9 If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest rhyme And though you run out of it, you still have time And if you hit, you might get to shine Barb wire fences. Word up. Raise the level of the cut The mentality's endless. Hmm... [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Well this ain't fantasy island—my family's wiling To the violins, tryna explain humanity's violence Your brain (Silence) activates, screaming "The toast is coming!" I take aim and I'm seeing your ghost is running! We can start at men in arms, end at wrist bone fractures Master the universe, cause natural disasters “Top of the Food Chain,” “Keep, Keep, Keeping It Raw” Showing traces of d**h, flowing to sketches of Skeletor High “Degrees,” put “The Smackdown” and k** a vulture Handle B.I., but see, I fulfill a culture The fine line between sign and divine mind crystals Blow spots, hit the bullseye with live rhyme missiles The realm where four pockets hold eight items Explode off the top of the brick (Spit!) and mic fight them Excites ‘em with the line of the century Over your head like barb wire fences in penitentiaries Mention me, eventually, avenging the energy On point. Darts accumulate in the breast vicinity Stuck in the trenches, the god fires a sentence Twice as broke as you are—that makes me relentless The cipher's an oval office—blasphemy's been barred The true support while few report like Ken Starr So the righteous will be what the wicked they'll see My mentality's roundhouse—come kick it with me [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] MCs, your life's on the line You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the 9 If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest rhyme And though you run out of it, you still have time And if you hit, you might get to shine Barb wire fences. Word up. Raise the level of the cut (Bring that back) Now you stuck in the trenches, defenseless (Don't!) [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Don't panic now. C-Rayz Walz. Face on the bars, punching yellow pillows ‘cause y'all soft. Panik, Molemen, Stronghold, BK. You know how we, DJ. The intro is leaked—barb wire fences early for you