It’s a Wrap (Unwrapped)

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz - "It's a Wrap" [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): Ishi and Onedread] [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] It's a wrap when I attack, crash the door It's a wrap. This track ready to splash Billboard It's a fact: I'm what y'all was waiting for I'm plat', but still hardcore It's a wrap. If you're wack, don't spit no more It's a wrap. My hot tracks'll bring it to y'all Come on, scream 'til your throat is sore Get off the wall, rush the dance floor [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'm the urban legend in true form with a goose on Hottest artist alive. No jive, you lukewarm Talk like walk—with a suit on. Stalk like Hawks—my thoughts swoop and move on. Glide like Clyde, crazy like Ali's nemesis. Ecko Tight, write—my pen proves Unlimited. Plot Like my penmanship hit the curb—flip the words like Aikido. I got this in a wrap like fajita Make my voice span, Pan like Peter In el barrio, spitting bars like, "¡Mira!" Split your cap like baseball pitchers. I'm sick Of rap! In fact, I hate y'all niggas '88 hip hop like, "Kill a 'Sucker M.C.'" When he fake like a Pulitzer me, it's a wrap. Lines Like these smash your embassy hard. If it's A game, I'm snatching your memory card [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] It's a wrap when I attack, crash the door It's a wrap. This track ready to splash Billboard It's a fact: I'm what y'all was waiting for I'm plat', but still hardcore It's a wrap. If you're wack, don't spit no more It's a wrap. My hot tracks'll bring it to y'all Come on, scream 'til your throat is sore Get off the wall, rush the dance floor [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] When it's a wrap, y'all cats get buried alive For years like the careers of the Jackson 5 The Sun Cycle spits heat like gun rifles You ain't ready to score like a young Michael My rebuttal to your waste of space is a NASA Shuttle fate. Me and the stars correlate Where only the core relate. In other words I'm the asteroid belt to your waste/waist of space When I rock the house like avalanches in your crib And write/right hook like boxers aiming for rib There's a war going on—I'm training the kids Like Markie, I stay connected to my Biz KRS rep the Bronx, Shane still repping The Bridge Kane's still the god. Like Rakim, my lesson to give: C-Rayz, the brand new weapon it is. Fact: I'm "Paid in Full." You "Half-Steppin'" again [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] It's a wrap when I attack, crash the door It's a wrap. This track ready to splash Billboard It's a fact: I'm what y'all was waiting for I'm plat', but still hardcore It's a wrap. If you're wack, don't spit no more It's a wrap. My hot tracks'll bring it to y'all Come on, scream 'til your throat is sore Get off the wall, rush the dance floor [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] This is Miami Vice rap—diamond bunion. Jacking Your face, making you cry—praise the onion Sixteen bars should get you drunk thirty-two times Then you find I double up when I write rhymes I might battle, then war like White Shadows In the "Eye of the Tiger," who want to fight Drago? On Rocky roads, I hike gravel. The Sun Cycle Mic unravels and light travels. Life is The Playoffs—anything can happen but You're sure to lose your spot if you're slacking, cuz You lose all your profit from copping jewels. So Stuck-up, your shit could be used for rocket fuel. I got Talent, but that's apparent. The way I give Birth to hits, I should be a parent I'll kill you at the end of the game like, "Good try But you are the weakest link. Goodbye!" [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] It's a wrap when I attack, crash the door It's a wrap. This track ready to splash Billboard It's a fact: I'm what y'all was waiting for I'm plat', but still hardcore It's a wrap. If you're wack, don't spit no more It's a wrap. My hot tracks'll bring it to y'all Come on, scream 'til your throat is sore Get off the wall, rush the dance floor [Outro (Hook Ad-Libs): C-Rayz Walz]