Wally What - Ai lyrics

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (I) build degrees and keep it hyper (I) k** MCs to meet they ghost writers (I) not concerned with who's hotter than who I (I) bring my own heat—the Sun Cycle [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] We can start at “Ay, papi”, end “Ay caramba” To make it plain, you on the wrong plane, La Bamba Being brave with Rayz? You don't wanna try that I'm the type to say "Bye" to Jill, then "Hi Jack"/hijack your hi-hat In this, I'm Nat. Damn, no love lost Beyond Volume One. Fams, take gloves off Don't get it twisted. There's crack in the weed sack And I'mma burn Phillies ‘til I get my Sun Cycle tees back—believe that Boy, girl, penis, or tits, it don't matter I'mma stomp that a** into quick pancake batter Scatter my daggers (Too visual). Make your landscape shatter Stagger your data with laughter in this mad chapter I don't give a f** (What?). Beyond stuck, I'm crazy wet Phone ringing off the hook, dog barking, baby's wet And I ain't even make up my bed Make up my face? I'd rather make up my mind instead Stay focused In the land of the culprits [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) (I) build degrees and keep it hyper (I) k** MCs to meet they ghost writers (I) not concerned with who's hotter than who I (I, I) bring my own heat—the Sun Cycle [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] If you owe me a check, in the long run, you owe me your neck Be ready for cold war—this is Soviet threat I rep Stronghold, a hard act to follow The truth hurts—that's a hard axe to swallow Ten thousand sold, 12 inch gold without a dime “The Specialist”—you'll see my “Perspective” in time Using common sense, your train of thoughts at the station (Boom boom) And all that fake sh**. Get the f** out my face, b**h The top dog gets his vaccination. What? See how not minding your business is real creative? Us I inspire to retire liars who wanna try us, rhyme buyers Getting higher than most frequent fliers Live wire facts from the tracks. Sire staff lie attract In my PackFM knapsack for most rap buyers I hate rivers—that's why I k** flows And y'all dicks reflect each other like double-headed dil*os [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) (I) build degrees and keep it hyper (I) k** MCs to meet they ghost writers (I) not concerned with who's hotter than who I (I, I) bring my own heat—the Sun Cycle [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] I spit on your grave while I'm ripping the flav Aliens in Wonderland got Alice afraid Jumping out white Broncos with a bloody, muddy glove k**ing it, trying to get fat off rap like Buddy Love In my effect, my reality sparks danger The stark angel of d**h marks players And six shots through your chest'll have you breathing like Darth Vader On a respirator C-Rayz Walz shine brighter than car fenders And for the right price I'll serve anyone like bartenders Hardly a herb. Beat you to d**h with godly words They'll have me calling n***as out like the Army Reserves Your majesty's capacity anti-gravity I'm the apocalypse—none shall flow after me Before I fax this message and get my stats out Drop my balls before I smack jacks out your mouth (Okay) No doubt That's a wrap. I'm out