Yo what's down? Yo I'm concentrating on ignoring shit know what I'm saying? yo we just comin' back from not going ah yo for real you know what time it's not? yo hypodermically inverted This is my man (??)
[Verse 1 - C-Rayz Walz] I'm not new to this I'm true to this Fuck foolishness The buddah mist got you pussies open like a uterous so strage and plain like thought without the brain fire without the flame mad tracks without the train So what's the dell? (What?) Oh I mean what's the deal Or tell me how you felt Better yet how you feel I'm hot and cold Old at the same time classic Eatin' so much hot sauce I piss acid and burn bastards on purpose I invert this deep but still can't get past the surface I'm worshipped still in all I'm worthless I'm so rich I'm broke bitch Now quote this You could be Janet Jackson or Janet Jackme But all a hoe can ask me is "What time is it daddy?" You couldn't go One D if this was D One See son, I fight evil gins fuck Segrum
[Chorus - 2X] Rhyme doublin' Switch account bank bubblin' My team huddelin' Spit rounds you start coverin' I'm for rumblin', jugglin' Shine mine Hustlin' with addrenaline Going out just to get it
[Verse 2 - C-Rayz Walz] I'm surrounded by the earth cause I'm shinin' son when I see a knife I'm like ya'iight where's the gun? You say take a walk to the store, I start to run Goin' straight to the top, Understand where I'm comin from? Soon to bust oh I mean soon to burst Search the universe, my verse like the black holes outskirts I'm so perfect at the same time worthless Eyeing the prize, when I get it will I deserve it? Rights of passage versus knights of savage Dark damp rusty nails with clamps (????) We'll return once you in it orange juice flow maybe in a minute walk the head like hats in court blast hip hop shots like gun sport give nuff thoughts to mad shit that never enter my mind quickly taking my time walking crooked in a straight line broke the weak links and hearded through the grape vine
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[Verse 3 - C-Rayz Walz] I'm the MC in the club that stole your Source magazine Took your tip from the bar and splashed the whole scene Visions of me fucking fat chicks on linguini Nuttin' fast flashed then disappearing like a genie get head from a midget juggle six smoke bombs under the sprinkler system in the US pentagon like acid on pussy I bubble skins I'm attracted to sisters with big lips and double chins trouble ends when the pen hits the paper then I'm an executive fashion like maturbation in a sky scrapper my tounge spit impact with more force than gun clips all these lame nigga's in the game yellin' they run shit flows cross the border I'll combat and slaughter so extreme I could drown your whole team with a drop of water