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letra de rhyme doublin' (main) - c-rayz walz

[intro: c-rayz walz]
yo, what’s down? yo, i’m concentrating on ignoring sh-t. know’m saying? yo, where you just coming back from not going? nah, nah, 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—f-ck foolishness!
the buddha mist got you p-ssies open like a uterus
so strange 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, cl-ssic
eatin’ so much hot sauce, i p-ss acid and burn b-st-rds
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 b-tch—now quote this
you could be janet jackson or janet jackme
but all a ho 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—f-ck seagram (seagram)

[hook: c-rayz walz] (x2)
rhyme doublin’, swiss account bank bubblin’
my team huddlin’, spit rounds—you start coverin’
i’m for rumblin’, jugglin’, shine mine
hustlin’ when adrenaline going out just to get in

[verse 2: c-rayz walz]
i’m surrounded by the earth cause i’m shinin’ son
when i see a knife i’m like, “yeah, aight. 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?”
i’m soon to bust—oh, i mean, “soon to burst”
search the universe. my verse like the black hole’s outskirts
i’m so perfect—at the same time, worthless
eyeing the prize—when i get it, will i deserve it?
rights of p-ssage versus knights of savage
dark damp rusty nails with clamps to the amp
no return once you in it
orange juice flow maid in a minute
walk the head like hats in court
blast hip hop shots like gun sport
and give ‘nough thoughts to mad sh-t that never enter my mind
quickly taking my time
walking crooked in a straight line
broke the weak links and herded through the grape vine

[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 f-cking fat chicks on linguine
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 p-ssy, 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 in executive fashion like m-st-rbation in a skyscr-per
my tongue spit impact with more force than gun clips
all these lame n-ggas in the game yellin’ they run sh-t
flows cross the border of combat and slaughter
so extreme, i could drown your whole team with a drop of water

- c rayz walz

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