Record Time

[Hook: C-Ray]
They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay
Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say
No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?
Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
Yeah
Don't get it wrong
It ain't that I'm sick, I just sick of y'all
Tell me that you're feeling sitting, listening to bitches all day
You hear it this that I'm pen is finna get in jaws
I'm turning these rappers to spirits in a linen drawer
I should be spending more time with my pen and sword
But since I got priorities I hope that he don't get ignored
I just need to handle my business then I'm back to spitting
Back to ripping faces off of places on the map go missing
The act of dissing gets abrasions on the rap edition
After riffing and then we attack em for the wackest writ-tens
And you don't wander with me or the illest squad of poets
Ought to know it probably get you
Brought em in my wad up know it
There's no remorse for your bogus and your lack of focus
After hopelessness how I would classify you pack of vultures
And on my back and shoulders is where I'mma pack the boulder
This one is my city, come and see us make a massive quota, still

[Hook: C-Ray]
They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay
Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say
No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?
Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time

[Verse 2: C-Ray]
Look
I don't need your talking
You don't even have to cross the act a model fuck with me
All I need's my son
You niggas ain't my cup of tea, so if you feel you need to ball
I think we all will come and see
Think you better run, hah
You're just a sorry local
But so am I though
Minus the remorse cause I ain't fucking with you sideshows
Blowing up my phone like I got something to provide, no
None of this is free, we all need something to survive bro
And I'm just trynna make it, don't wanna be well known
I'm moving out of the state, breaking my cellphone
And now I'm looking like the bad guy for doing me
So there you are, hating on the sly like I knew you'd be
It isn't unexpected everyone should know
A snake is a pest and I be on the measure of control
You tried to hold me down, never let me up to grow
Till I put you in the ground then you belly-up and gone
Message

[Hook: C-Ray]
They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay
Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say
No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?
Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time

[Verse 3: C-Ray]
Make-up [bleach?]
You ain't crooked, you a fake (fake)
On the corner hoofing only good for getting play (play)
Only good-for-nothing, we put something on your scalp (scalp)
But they handle it for nothing, couple blunt hits what's his sprout? (sprout)
Childhood training got me looking for the fake
All the time you spent faking got you looking like a snake
And once they show their scales, it get's heavier than hell
We turn into people that'll do whatever to prevail
So I acquire the target, shorten the kill chain
And spill brains on a record as I conceal pain
And then I reach in my chest and give you my heart to bump
Spark a blunt, then I cough a lung up in my coffee cup
And up at thirty-thousand feet is where I'm bound to be
Until I'm outta reefer, see ya I ain't coming down for weeks
For years you slacked on your music, your shit is sounding weak
But see we rep for hip-hop until we in the ground for keeps
Peace

[Hook: C-Ray]
They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay
Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say
No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?
Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time