Stronghold - Live at Fat Beats NYC (Exclusive) lyrics

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Stronghold - Live at Fat Beats NYC (Exclusive) lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] (C-Rayz) I'm not freestyling. This is a written Matter of fact, tell them kittens I'm the one that stole their mittens Took ‘em to the forbidden exhibition Put a Malcolm X on their mittens and left them Christian With a Malcolm X, Martin Luther King gat Digital cenobites—Sony ain't sharper than that Who gets digital in the physical? Digital Vietnam on the boot camp Making you transform to Megatron without the clip in a holster Walz [?]. Picture me like John Lennon “Imagine” I'm Leningrad, move through the street with ten-inch, stab Go cop my own twelve-inch twice—that's a twenty-four cent purchase Move through and hurt this above and below the surface Urban merchant walking when I'm nervous Seen with a hat often, trying to get my hair on the come back Now I'm flossing, jumped out the Benz with the golden, red rims on Pulled out, took my sneakers off, put the rims on the sneakers And started burning rubber. Y'all cats ain't seen green ‘Til I start burning Flubber. And that's word to your mother's brother The reason why you born, that sh** pop and you jumped off the lawn How you get back into the twat? Hmm... You must have been the only s**m sure with hops Hmm... from London to UK, touché Roundhouse kicks knock your face off if you gay And that means you more than happy. Walz—get at me I'm so nice, in the mirror, I kidnap me Tried to battle my reflection for perfection Only thing coming up in your career is your A&R's erection So when you see me in your hoodie, know it's going down This is C-Rayz Walz. I seen Motowns/mo' towns than Berry Gordy kids Motowns/mo' towns than Berry Gordy kids. That's a 40? No, that's your shorty whiz With a Def Jux [?] on my chest, I'm raw You the vagina who*e that I seen at the store (And it's the wifey) And the next time you move through, you must not like me I got too much shoutouts besides the ones directed at wifey Only thing I got to say about the slug in your face Is that there's a thin line between love and hit (Big up Colony, son)