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[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]
(I) build degrees and keep it hyper
(I) kill 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 ass 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 fuck (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) kill 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 shit. Get the fuck out my face, bitch
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 kill flows
And y'all dicks reflect each other like double-headed dildos

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2)
(I) build degrees and keep it hyper
(I) kill 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
Killing it, trying to get fat off rap like Buddy Love
In my effect, my reality sparks danger
The stark angel of death 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 death with godly words
They'll have me calling niggas 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