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[Verse 1 - C-Rayz Walz] Langenfeld Homepagegestaltung I wrote rhymes on papyrus Clutch the (?) Manifest the true in livin' and reveal the obvious Prominent, dominant Hand secret documents And all the high continents mind your means Only to be awaken by your third consciousness Honor this I hold the secrets to life now with my esophagus Renew my history every time I build with wisdom So when they go I don't have regrets Diss 'em and miss 'em I'm the light and the prism The glitch in the system The assertive victim Who murdered death Managed rhythm Got hype to the chill with sniper skills Focus my goal Took a stronghold on my soul And puffed an L just to inhale hell Conversatin' with Satan Contemplatin' to add on elimination Baptize my lips and spit the Holy Grail Death and (?) arrogance, causin earthquakes in hell Old people gossip, adults criticize We all judgmental, but can't control our own lives I realized The worlds on my dick so I pissed in public Balance the skills, some real hate and love shit For each slug that hit I got a script with the same Impact with 10 gats, yo in fact I speak frame Focus on the real cause I've been that I got a plan for the self hatred in that
[Hook - 2X] (*3X*){"Read, study lessons and build your inner power"} {"The next level doesn't tolerate cowards"}
[Verse 2 - C-Rayz Walz] I play 21 with crack heads Slap box (?) My blocks a danger chamber Strangers chased by gats I'm the black target Spit first, make the jam last Relentless trenches, beats buried in sand bags Blast back, splash tracks runnin water My new world order buckshot like terry porter Raised well, you (?) well like Puffy in jail Ya'll drink bubbly in hell I'm prevailing in hell Stuck in a golden pose like the son of Jarell Contact the most high before your eyes get the smell Your head swells Thoughts get heavy like barbells C-Rayz born to blaze in my presidential caravels Chiseled in the culture Conscious (?) Do the math like vultures While the god dwells On the actual fact my bright light violet-ultra Biting these words will cause ulcers
{"Read"} {"Read"}
[Verse 3 - C-Rayz Walz] Subterranean brain stats and dirty train tracks rats Fuck the fame black in the end we the same cats Nourishment from maggots, soil for the earth Life is ritual, death is not a curse If we send first we are blessed in the last stage I reflect the past age and think straight like (?) Meditate, burn incense at my alter Call libation for great queens and forefathers I shave brother I come with (?) Understand in my eyes is supreme colour copier My afterlife as simple as black and white Still movement like water reflecting the moonlight I hear voices in my head and obey what they send through Ain't your vocals upon my thought instrumental Read, study lessons, build your inner power Sick ciphers, the minute's being born to this hour
