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Yo what's down?
Yo I'm concentrating on ignoring ***
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
*** foolishness
The buddah mist got you *** 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 *** acid and burn ***
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 ***
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 *** 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 *** 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
[Chorus - 2X]
[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 *** 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 *** 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 ***'s in the game yellin' they run ***
flows cross the border
I'll combat and slaughter
so extreme I could drown your whole team with a drop of water
[Chorus - 2X]