C-Rayz Walz

C-Rayz Walz - Original Copies lyrics

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Here I come, you know where I'm from 

do the math, son, I originate with the drums 

native tongues lounging, my third eye's beyond browsing 

swam nine thousand, woke up on the shores of project housing 

Genesis, wide wingspan like Pegasus 

my gym effortless for turntable terrorists 

88 hip hop, certified for net murder 

snatch you out the chat room, smack your server 

Bug Out poster child, approach the wild calmly 

let 'em think I'm Ghandi, then transform to Genghis Khan, see? 

Baby, I bop, so you love me like Barney 

kiss my honeymoon, then spaz out like Mark Carney 

energy solar, battle moe, froze polar 

balance the scales to be some shit, green told y'all 

Big mics fo y'all, my crew Stronghold, y'all 

one two three four five, that's the roll call 

roll call, roll call, roll call..... 



I make 'em study, thirty-five to fifty years 

strained brains become bloody, eyes swiftly tear 

risky peers become queer, you can't diss me 

I know who I be like Bizzy 

chief rocking, keep watching, soon you'll turn to stone 

I got Medusa's head in an Iceberg bag at home 

Mama said life's like a bag of chocolates (Why?) 

it'll make you sick if you don't watch it..... 



You're styles' toy, my homeboy is God Rally 

smack wack emcees like they stepped on my Ballies (New Balance) 

the roof's on fire? Let it burn, hot shit 

from the foundation, I learned y'all can't rock shit 

I get busy on topics, you propless 

I get J.U. Ice when I drop it 

you ain't def, step, you pet breathe Karma 

your upside down peace sign's the V-Bomber.... 



On battle stage, I shapeshift my mouth to grenades 

my hands razor blades, invisible ink 

you will never page, I'm splashing 

except when I'm gone, you remember the pain of what happened 

super rapping, like collabos with Batman and Mack 10 

skull cracking, back smacking, for track acting 

make you traffic, grey matter in gridlock 

I'm a nutty professor, you a nigga with shitlocks 

hip hop, ain't been to sleep in three days 

dreams of spray cans, B-girls and DJs 

gold chain, cocaine before a crack rock 

Coleco before a laptop, flicks in front the backdrop.... 



We off the muscle, keep the meat rack, speak fact 

anything less than truth; you keep that 

weak cats, pull your seat back and kick your feet up 

listen to the beat, black, now watch me heat up 

me and plain pat contact on the same track 

modern day slaves yelling: "give me my brain back!" 

raps contain facts like maps of pyramids 

but I'll cut your ears off, cuz you ain't hearing it.... 



Vivid how I paint this, Rayz and green dealing 

high degrees of patience, stay casing 

Justice the Janitor, life is high maintenance 

foul flagrant, winer of the ancients, smell the fragrance 

titanium wristband, back stroke in quicksand 

iron fist, velvet glove slid on my brick hand 

my Nike swish land right over my Nick Vans 

excel, laid back in Hell with a kickstand 

study they movement, like blind ninjas, infrasensor 

niggas got on sandals, in the middle of the winter 

stuck on six, like chicks, bitch slow your dick tip 

flip sick scripts, can't even hold your shit liquids 

fresh enough to make a dope feind close the vien 

tear my shirt off, just to expose my chain 

you know my name, knowledge actions, now 

I wanna cry, but I'm so happy I can't frown 

like I wanna throw God on the ground 

pick him back up and start laughin 

run through times square flashin 

blasting, just to see cypher's reactions 

then disappear, like flesh after years in the casket 



a-ha-ha....C Rayz Walz!!!!.....in the house.....recognize my crew 

Stronghold.... 



Y'all niggas getting gloss in the Porshe and got robbed 

my style fucks your head up, like elevators blowjobs 

go to jail, while I'm in the streets eatin 

hotel suite beatin, rhyme releasin 

your styles like Rome, I ancient ruin it 

you talk about gats on tracks, who doing that? 

Squirtin, don't be the next missing person 

first in, Howling like Thirstin while you rehearsing 

Maury Povich covering fag rap aerobics 

your sneakers wrinkle, my eyes twinkle on some glow shit 

blow with angels, conversate with culprits, blaze form 

analyze stars like Lloyd Strayhorn 

floss and get your papers lost like beef with the prison boss, 

on a crash collision course in a drunk driven Porsche 

picture me in a box bleeding, corrupt reasons 

crush emcess like fuck truck season 

what you believe in?, thank god if you still breathin 

cuz I roll like [ ? ] 

What y'all trying to do, we already did it 

your weekly sum equals new kicks and fitteds 

spit blizzard, for my brethren in prison 

that chick, you stick it?, get your ass in the clinic 

I vision myself, taking no shorts like bar midgets 

speak physics, conjugate a picnic 

the gifted, politic and rhyme money shipment 

royalties, cop more war equipment 

roll with the ghetto fitness, knuckle swiftness, relentless 

quickness, blink and you missed it 

C-Rayz Walz in your district 

Stronghold!!! FUCK EMCEES WITH NO MIC CONTROL!!!
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