C-Rayz Walz - Body You (Clean) lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz (Whispering)] Body you (x10) [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Round Table talk come the psycho-face author Put your money on this one—that is a scorcher Hot like summer days on Mars, some of these are stray bars Innocent emcees might get hit and scarred Yo, sh**'s bananas, wild for the night, kids get hit With the quickness, those metallic holes leave no witness Crucial conflict is, police containment My arraignment is verbal, I heard you, merge through At stage five, herbal lye, disturbing news Getting my tax return for paying dues Ga**ed up like poots in a space shuttle booth En route to the sun in a jumping jack suit Jheri curl juice on your sheep skin Shirt off the deep end, with spiked pillows sleeping For my pa**ion in life, I'm splashing the mic You wanna body me? (What?) You must've seen a casket you like This tip is hollow. A mistake, someone could borrow your life So [here in the now?], or tomorrow's tonight I aim to laugh at your crap and blast silver And if you ever write rap, we'll k** ya [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Body you—lobby or stoop Body you—in front of your building elevator, back step or the Coupe Body you—on the mic, show and prove my sound Body you—bring it to the final round [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] My news strip is front-row music—stupid Wanna reduce this, flows clog like mucus My exclusive—body you tracks, Clue can't get his true spit In life's movie, I direct like Kubrick You clueless; I was born to do this You got no props, called your girls house; she be like, "Who's this?" Impromptu improvement, nullify the nuisance Twist your wig like hurricane musician movements Show, prove, and move quick See the aura from this brightly lit human? Scientists wondering what I'm doing Poems on bones near stones in Rome ruins f** police! They'll body you, tune in—full frequency [?] You on the wrong side for choosing Be born again, body yourself in seclusion The rest of fluid flows in my pen to paper unions Scripts I write be sunlight hype like little children But ain't nothing sweet like cotton candy, so slow your stroll Cause in real life I'm fat like Rolli Roll I'll body you! And whoever you spitting close to Approach you where you lay your vocals and choke you [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] [Bridge: C-Rayz Walz] Body you Run up Body you Run up Body you Run up Body you Run up in you Body you Body you And with the right crew... [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] On the rise, [?] your fat snot Sleeping on the D Train from the first to the last stop This is for the have nots—take that I sing boasts, float notes while my quotes crash yachts—take that Drop 16 on an 8 Track, BC date cats—before C-Rayz I [was fire?] dread, rocking the solar cap Red Rover rat, green light—"but I can't go for that" Now go for this and get your wrist split with a hatchet Put holes in your cipher like a tennis racket Be a tough character too petty to stress cat I'll body you on an MTV Celebrity d**h Match A smart kid, grew up on a dumb block k** you at a basketball game with a jump shot I'll body you for thinking you can fake the art Vampire bloods**ers get a stake through the heart [Hook: C-Rayz Walz]