[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)]

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[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]

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