[C-Rayz Walz] Where there's a will there's a way, no? Where there's Will there's Jada I catch then PISS in the face of a hater Congratulate us at afterparties in heaven Thank God my intro was peace to the 7's, let's go! [Chorus: singers] Battle me, so you can see How I blast flows, so easily Battle me, so you can see How I blast flows, so easily [C-Rayz Walz] I'm the foul author of styles out of order I got skills, I could drown you with a cup of water So don't waste my time with stupid questions like, "Aiyyo you rhyme?" You don't need to hear my verse, you got enough on your mind You work for WHO, so?! I don't wanna get signed My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls So don't make me put 6 in your Kevin Cole Yo Walz they hollerin at you - in a minute yo! Tryin to score points with the right hooks like Riddick Bowe Battle me - don't challenge me with them simple styles I'll have your crew sayin WHO like some Temple Owls I'm like John Stockton, I don't even have to score I just make the game better, by bein out there on the floor So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young Drew Barrymore, c'mon! [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] Verses like these be bullets that speed and rush While you the type to audition, for "Eden's Crush" I have a group but they was like - he's enough Okay, I see the truth, y'all don't believe in us? I'll be the proof, real MC's succeed and plus I'm comin through ya hood bumpin goods in the Jesus truck You squeezin bucks? Well you probably poppin a buck I hope you catch +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, what? Too much players in the game, make it hard to believe When I got the ball yo follow me like a 3-man weave Might go out to Tahoe, the regime was green And I cut the iron off, y'all thought I lost some steam You SOFT! I'm not the type to force my dream Of course I floss V.I.P. without no cream Yo I got more lines than double dutch tournaments in Harlem And if I ain't on your roster, your label got problems - battle me! [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] Never been to Me-xi-co, but got ki's from medico Deep sea flow, peep my notes with periscopes Police think I pump perrico, that's for petty folks Who don't know the science of the walk with the blade in his throat Still strugglin but I'm bubblin to make it clearer I ain't seein myself - in a house of mirrors Times is good, but your moms is still in the hood Stay on my tip and get splinters in ya lip from bitin the wood I'm not Santa's helper, I'm not rappin for free Next time you step to C, I'm clappin ya feet Psycho visions, I hear voices, listen (STOP CALLING ME) I feel like the Geico Lizard Aiyyo I'm spittin for real, gotta love that kid "AIYYO C-RAYZ WALZ, MAN I LOVE THAT KID" If you're fly the sky flyin, for real I'm one of those things you could die tryin, BUCK, if you battle me [Chorus] [singers] So easy for me So easy for me It's so easy, for me People always tryin to step, sayin they are the best But watch me break them down, that they must confess It's so easy for me, oh ohh ohh So easy for me, oh ohh ohh ohh
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Copy to Clipboard: [C-Rayz Walz] Where there's a will there's a way, no? Where there's Will there's Jada I catch then PISS in the face of a hater Congratulate us at afterparties in heaven Thank God my intro was peace to the 7's, let's go! [Chorus: singers] Battle me, so you can see How I blast flows, so easily Battle me, so you can see How I blast flows, so easily [C-Rayz Walz] I'm the foul author of styles out of order I got skills, I could drown you with a cup of water So don't waste my time with stupid questions like, "Aiyyo you rhyme?" You don't need to hear my verse, you got enough on your mind You work for WHO, so?! I don't wanna get signed My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls So don't make me put 6 in your Kevin Cole Yo Walz they hollerin at you - in a minute yo! Tryin to score points with the right hooks like Riddick Bowe Battle me - don't challenge me with them simple styles I'll have your crew sayin WHO like some Temple Owls I'm like John Stockton, I don't even have to score I just make the game better, by bein out there on the floor So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young Drew Barrymore, c'mon! [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] Verses like these be bullets that speed and rush While you the type to audition, for "Eden's Crush" I have a group but they was like - he's enough Okay, I see the truth, y'all don't believe in us? I'll be the proof, real MC's succeed and plus I'm comin through ya hood bumpin goods in the Jesus truck You squeezin bucks? Well you probably poppin a buck I hope you catch +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, what? Too much players in the game, make it hard to believe When I got the ball yo follow me like a 3-man weave Might go out to Tahoe, the regime was green And I cut the iron off, y'all thought I lost some steam You SOFT! I'm not the type to force my dream Of course I floss V.I.P. without no cream Yo I got more lines than double dutch tournaments in Harlem And if I ain't on your roster, your label got problems - battle me! [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] Never been to Me-xi-co, but got ki's from medico Deep sea flow, peep my notes with periscopes Police think I pump perrico, that's for petty folks Who don't know the science of the walk with the blade in his throat Still strugglin but I'm bubblin to make it clearer I ain't seein myself - in a house of mirrors Times is good, but your moms is still in the hood Stay on my tip and get splinters in ya lip from bitin the wood I'm not Santa's helper, I'm not rappin for free Next time you step to C, I'm clappin ya feet Psycho visions, I hear voices, listen (STOP CALLING ME) I feel like the Geico Lizard Aiyyo I'm spittin for real, gotta love that kid "AIYYO C-RAYZ WALZ, MAN I LOVE THAT KID" If you're fly the sky flyin, for real I'm one of those things you could die tryin, BUCK, if you battle me [Chorus] [singers] So easy for me So easy for me It's so easy, for me People always tryin to step, sayin they are the best But watch me break them down, that they must confess It's so easy for me, oh ohh ohh So easy for me, oh ohh ohh ohh
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