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[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and Female Speaker] [C-Rayz Walz] Big Mike the Terror: Number 7. Black Static: Number 8. Wiz: Number 6. C-Rayz Walz: Number 5. Breez Evahflowin': Number 4. Poison Pen: Number 3. Stelf Index: Deuce [?] Kap-er. Peoples. L.I.F.E.: Number 1. Life! [Female Speaker (Overlapped with C-Rayz Walz)] Cop C-Rayz Walz album The Prelude at Fat Beats or email us: strongholdnyc@aol-dot-com [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'm the secret to life—be like me, y'all Fuck Mike. Fuck basketball Life ain't a game. You can't shoot and score (Open) It's foul—the bench is next to the project walls I'm a time crook who perform his mind jux When I spit on the floor, you see how the rhyme looks (Ew) The bassline don't discriminate So if you don't rip the track, black, I intimidate Incinerate y'all niggas. I hate y'all niggas The only reason why I ate y'all niggas Gassed up. On point, gods deflate y'all niggas Y'all scabs and scrubs—I'll scrape y'all niggas Enough with repetitive words. I'm inventive with word Late Night hype like David Letterman's words I "Can't Stop" like Puff—it's too much (Uh huh) Like when drunk niggas crash they truck—it's fucked up The impact severe and could last a year And make heads nervous every time they pass the beer Like you alone in the forest with a pack of salmon (What?!?) My demo EP was a album (What? What?) Over your head like elevator cables In fetal position, you got stabbed in the navel You thought it was a belly button. Now tell me something I ain't heard before. If you can't, truck fuck it You ain't original, replicated individual That's why I think like a criminal and scheme On y'all for dolo. Don't make me get my team Out the dojo and interrupt practice (Oh! Oh no!) We will rise and cause static off your axis Smack you backwards—you guaranteed a backflip You'll see Akrobatiks without The EP cover Y'all spaced-out freaks like E.T.'s lover (You can't) See me, brother. I'm... 'cause I'm invisible On the Lyricist Lounge tour with Invincible My profile's Detonate, never second-rate You could get a free Prelude CD from hell and wait Like Silence of the Lambs, I'll eat your face Whip the judge's ass and beat the case I drive tracks crazy, make the tape crash Went to school with dumbbells—you ain't in my weight class You breakfast/break fast like food before high noon You couldn't drop hot shit if you was locked in Hell's bathroom For ten weeks, papers talk back when my pen speaks (Hi!) Sleeping with the enemy in thin sheets Within each line, there's a wrinkle in time (Lie in that) A flux parallax that's not hard to find (Look, look) I must be hypnotized 'cause I'm out of my mind Seeing pictures of clocks—just a sign of the times So you're a tough pussy, huh, like Stronjay? But your religion is Fosse on Broadway (Watch, watch) Jedi mind tricks like ninja war game And when you see/C-Rayz blaze (Oh shit), it's all flame Bitch niggas get raped on mixtape eras Chickenheads shot dead (Blao!)—see the feathers? [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] SH5 mixtape