Belief - Elephant Guns (Clean) lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] The diabolic techniques of immortal struggle To make you question why these dogs ain't rocking muzzles Find you like trouble. And when shove comes to push You just a punk who wanna bust your gun like “Woah. Look” You illiterate ba*tard. Consider this cla**ic You fabricate madness but can't look past [trappers?] Tricksy Sméagols scheme for the precious resource With that, the talent people secrete coughs Loud flickies that squeeze soft Or go around, come around ‘til you founding me corpse. Peep the deep thoughts March on end—no dawn for men Armies swarm and form crop cirles. Then again They plotting stocks and bonds when the drop the bombs I'm like “Yo, stop the song” ‘cause my block is Nam. And if I Popped your thong, it's a fact you p**ycats Get clapped by the crowd at the hands with Iraq Now I rock between a dark place and bionic traits Spit sh** ‘til my lips drip toxic waste Reptilians with AKs in front of bagel buffet “Don't worry. They're only here to make sure the streets is safe” [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Your heart pump Kool-Aid. My thoughts cut toupées You don't really want nothing over there They got elephant guns. Too bad Elephant guns full-blast [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I'll take the Brooklyn Bridge now. “Cash or credit?” Laser math or debit? They edit, sketch And only show you the game from the players' lane perspective “The Specialist.” Stay setting the segment Encyclopedia-bright, my media write Like the verse, down to Earth like a meteorite Burst the curse and don't believe what the media hypes ‘Cause they the first to fade to black at the speed of your life And the cold ice current left the stereos froze In this land of milk and honey with no cereal bowl The theory is old. I see the light of old scheme acting Crying wolf pack screaming, “Fire-breathing dragon!” And the kids on the school bus is Waco fiends From coffeehead k**ers out to take your cream Get a clip. But what you spit don't even matter—you trash Now that it's really time to ball, we gonna shatter the gla** [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Your heart pump Kool-Aid. My thoughts cut toupées You don't really want nothing over there They got elephant guns. Too bad Elephant guns full-blast [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] I went to the dojo to slice for slow flow Bring it to the heart of your hood like the Champion logo Science this wild—the molecules merging. The message is certain Press 1 if you satisfied, 2 if it's urgent It's really your soul on the line—they still got it tabbed, so Maybe you should go online, search—then you get it back, yo I can feel it in my veins like a h**ne rush ‘Bout to self-combust for the Exxon bus But don't trust ‘cause the next one us War on the poor (Yes, y'all) for more surplus You stuck? Don't remain in the clutch—they shift panels This time, it's commandos versus camels Now light candles for the loved ones gone Getting biochemically engineered on—they pawns Sad song. This is fornication Under consent of the king. E.D. vertically Fire out the sky for the fuel in the ground And what goes up must come down and crash and sound At Red Dawn, hear hunters platoon for funds For fun, they k**ing ants with elephant guns [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Your heart pump Kool-Aid. My thoughts cut toupées You don't really want nothing over there They got elephant guns. Too bad Elephant guns full-blast [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Belief. Subtle. So galactic. (Elephant guns). Sun Cycle, C-Rayz. Sorrow we snap. Solidarity. Ravipops. (Full-blast). Pop. (Nothing over there). (Too bad). (Full-blast). (Elephant guns). Snatch your stripe. See if you were fidgeting. I just paid, walked out without the fourth ticket. sh**. I just bought a missile. See if you're official. A thought missile. [?]. Check this out. Just bought a missile. Essence