Degrees – C-Rayz Walz – letras

I wrote rhymes on papyrusClutch the (?)Manifest the true in livin’ and reveal the obviousProminent, dominantHand secret documentsAnd all the high continents mind your meansOnly to be awaken by your third consciousnessHonor thisI hold the secrets to life now with my esophagusRenew my history every time I build with wisdomSo when they go I don’t have regretsDiss ’em and miss ’emI’m the light and the prismThe glitch in the systemThe assertive victimWho murdered deathManaged rhythmGot hype to the chill with sniper skillsFocus my goalTook a stronghold on my soulAnd puffed an L just to inhale hellConversatin’ with SatanContemplatin’ to add on eliminationBaptize my lips and spit the Holy GrailDeath and (?) arrogance, causin earthquakes in hellOld people gossip, adults criticizeWe all judgmental, but can’t control our own livesI realizedThe worlds on my dick so I pissed in publicBalance the skills, some real hate and love shitFor each slug that hit I got a script with the sameImpact with 10 gats, yo in fact I speak frameFocus on the real cause I’ve been thatI 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 headsSlap box (?)My blocks a danger chamberStrangers chased by gatsI’m the black targetSpit first, make the jam lastRelentless trenches, beats buried in sand bagsBlast back, splash tracks runnin waterMy new world order buckshot like terry porterRaised well, you (?) well like Puffy in jailYa’ll drink bubbly in hellI’m prevailing in hellStuck in a golden pose like the son of JarellContact the most high before your eyes get the smellYour head swellsThoughts get heavy like barbellsC-Rayz born to blaze in my presidential caravelsChiseled in the cultureConscious (?)Do the math like vulturesWhile the god dwellsOn the actual fact my bright light violet-ultraBiting these words will cause ulcers{« Read »} {« Read »}[Verse 3 – C-Rayz Walz]Subterranean brain stats and dirty train tracks ratsFuck the fame black in the end we the same catsNourishment from maggots, soil for the earthLife is ritual, death is not a curseIf we send first we are blessed in the last stageI reflect the past age and think straight like (?)Meditate, burn incense at my alterCall libation for great queens and forefathersI shave brother I come with (?)Understand in my eyes is supreme colour copierMy afterlife as simple as black and whiteStill movement like water reflecting the moonlightI hear voices in my head and obey what they send throughAin’t your vocals upon my thought instrumentalRead, study lessons, build your inner powerSick ciphers, the minute’s being born to this hour[Hook – 2X]