Body You

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz - "Body You" [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): Jo Chris] [Sample: Johann Sebastian Bach - "Brandenburg Concerto No. 3 in G Major"] [Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Body you (x10) [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Round Table talk from the psycho-faced author Put your money on this one that is a scorcher Hot like summer days on Mars, some of these are stray bars Innocent emcees might get hit and scarred Yo, shit's bananas, wild for the night. Kids get hit With the quickness, those metallic hoes leave no witness Crucial conflict is police containment. My arraignment Is verbal. I heard you, merge through SH5, herbal lye, disturbing news Getting my tax return for paying dues Gassed up like poots in a space shuttle booth En route to the sun in a jumping jack suit Jheri curl juice on your sheep skin, short off The deep end with spiked pillows sleeping From my passion in life, I'm splashing the mic You want to body me? (What?). You must've seen a casket you like This tip is hollow. One mistake, someone could borrow your life So deal in the now (Blao!) or tomorrow's tonight (Blao!) I aim to laugh at your craft and blast silver (Blao!) And if you ever write rap, we'll kill ya [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Body you lobby or stoop. Body you Front of your building, elevator, back step, or the Coupe Body you on the mic, show and prove my sound Body you, bring it to the final round [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] My new script is front-row music, stupid Want to reduce this. Flows clog like mucus. My exclusives: Body-you tracks. Clue can't get his true spit In life's movie, I direct like Kubrick. You clueless I was born to do this. You got no props Called your girls house. She was like, "Who's this?" Impromptu improvement nullify the nuisance Twist your wig like hurricane musician movements, show, prove And move quick. See the aura from this brightly lit human? Scientists wondering what I'm doing. Poems on bones Near stones in Rome ruins. Fuck police! They'll body you—tune in full-frequency [?] you on the wrong side for choosing. Be born Again, body yourself in seclusion. The rest Of fluid flows in my pen to paper unions, scripts I write Be sunlight hype like little children, but ain't nothing Sweet like cotton candy, so slow your stroll 'Cause, in real life, I'm fat like Rolli Roll I'll body you and whoever you're spitting close to Approach you where you lay your vocals and choke you [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Body you lobby or stoop. Body you Front of your building, elevator, back step, or the Coupe Body you on the mic, show and prove my sound Body you, bring it to the final round [Bridge 1: C-Rayz Walz] Run up, run up, run up on you And with the right crew... [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] On the rise, [?] your fat snot. Sleeping on The D Train from the first to the last stop. This is for The have nots—take that. I sing boasts Float notes while my quotes crash yachts—take that Drop sixteen on an 8-Track, B.C Date cats: Before C-Rayz. I was firedread Rocking the solar cap, Red Rover rat Green light, but I can't go for that Now go for this and get your wrist split with a hatchet Put holes in your cipher like a tennis racket Be a tough character: too petty to stress cats I'll body you on an MTV Celebrity Death Match (Kill him!) A smart kid grew up on a dumb block. Kill you at A basketball game with a jump shot. I'll body you For thinking you could fake the art Vampire bloodsuckers get a stake through the heart [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Body you lobby or stoop. Body you Front of your building, elevator, back step, or the Coupe Body you on the mic, show and prove my sound Body you, bring it to the final round [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Body you! NASA, Jo Chris, C-Rayz Walz, Def Jux, Definitive Jux, Ravipops, C-Rayz Walz, NASA, C-Rayz. Word