[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and PF Cuttin']
[C-Rayz Walz]
C-Rayz Walz. (Woah, woah, woah). Frank 151. (The Prelude). Yo, what's up with this? Yo. (Stronghold). Word. (Stronghold). Yo. Uh. That Grown Man
[PF Cuttin']
As we continue on, it's your man C-Rayz Walz, baby. Grown Man Part 2, come on. South to the West Coast. Aight? Everybody in the East Coast. Europe. Let's do it. Come on
[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]
Real stars cluster—when you see me with my group, I shine bright
I see the Sprite in your dark lemon—now peep my Limelight
The divine right: using my hindsight, I got beef covered
sh**ting on enemies in the streets and, deep, I hover
My craft slash rap. Rap ‘til my backdraft
Math shatters your perception just to leave your third eye gla** smashed
And these rap quotes fortified with black soap
f** a rap, bro. My block is a crack track—now that's dope
Like h**n strokes. And you don't want jack in your rum and coke
I'm dumbing, loc. My theme's like a scene from them Drummond folk
When police barricade my phrase or I get slayed (What?)
Blaze from shots sprayed out my brother's scope
And when they touch my penis and ask for my ID
I said, “I'm Jesus.” Motherf**ers still don't recognize me
From New York to Denmark, I terrorize beats
Wanted worldwide. My managers must disguise me
But I remain lively instead of dead—I'm introducing
My life as a product, looking for distribution
And I ain't shopping my sh**. Y'all wanna steal my spirit
While I'm dropping these hits ‘til I feel y'all hear it
And when I get near, I'll be too far out for staring
Fear disappears when it's it war I'm declaring
They scared you with The Towers, but we been in Babel
So don't give me a pound, clown, with sound—I might stab you
[Outro: C-Rayz Walz]
No doubt. No doubt. f**ers