These Bills

Lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I asked my moms if I could write this bomb while my son lay When I finished this song, it was Sunday Urban hippie, my breath smell like hummus Nobody want to give. They just want from us In the hood, it's all good, but it get better 'Cause I think it's bad when brothers die for mad cheddar Mice trapped together. Rats pack whatever Cats snap, they're clever. Dogs scrap forever This is Roots, the part Alex Haley forgets We come home to roost with Chicken George and grits With the rhyme and Kunta Kinte, we black weapons Confined to the plantation, we half-stepping When I flip, they try to write these tight verses I'll spit and forget to be a nice person Amongst ill brothers where colors integrate At a toxic state, a fingerpaint wasting space My rebuttal will smash your shuttle With brass knuckles in a scuffle, I must trust who? (Chorus) [Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] Fuck these motherfucking bills Somebody's about to get killed I'm hungry. Feels like I'm starving for a deal And all I really want is a meal Fuck these motherfucking bills Somebody's about to get killed I'm hungry. Feels like I'm starving for a deal [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, as nice as used to be with freestyle Meanwhile, I'm five minutes away from the penile And these styles is life, and these trials are strife With each mile I hike, man, my feet get tired. Don't make Me come through banging this and wake your block To get in the place to be, you had to break a lock Tapeless, in the void alone, weightless Stranded on Earth with a poem—take this! Still holding the chrome and I trust in the mic Even if we lose the fight, right? (Blao!) [Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] Fuck these motherfucking bills Somebody's about to get killed I'm hungry. Feels like I'm starving for a deal And all I really want is a meal Fuck these motherfucking bills Somebody's about to get killed I'm hungry. Feels like I'm starving for a deal [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] I'm a free throw shooter speaking more Buddha To let his name be praised on a page of computers Retribution in the form of an advance in exchange For a song and a dance. (Huh) Go figure Before I spark the Ark, walk the legacy, start Then we could all duke it out like Cherokee Park Hit the canvas. An artist looking for answers Painted words dance like ancestor pandas with scanners Trials and trivia smile and quiz You know how it is in the music biz Hold heat, roll deep, speak missiles, talk shit [?] eat tissues A code of law to my soldiers, this is my ode to y'all General over drawers, khakis, and overalls Keep your ear to the street and persevere (Yeah!) Keep your mind to the goods 'cause the worst is here Apocalyptic storm begin the end normally If there's more to be (Sure), we all shall see [Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] Fuck these motherfucking bills Somebody's about to get killed I'm hungry. Feels like I'm starving for a deal And all I really want is a meal Fuck these motherfucking bills Somebody's about to get killed I'm hungry. Feels like I'm starving for a deal [Hook 2: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) All y'all get is mathematics this year I swear. Even if a tear fall from my ear In attempts to hear wisdom I'm spitting From the start of me 'til the death of my next beginning [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Jon Doe, C-Rayz Walz. Face in the cut. In a check-cashing place. These bills. Get killed. Fight, right? (Blao!)