C-Rayz Walz - The Outroduction lyrics

[Intro: Sample from C-Rayz Walz's “Message from ‘P'”] [Prodigy (of Mobb Deep)] Yeah, yeah. You know'm saying? It's real, son. For real, dun. We gon' put y'all n***as on one time, son. Think it's not real? Word up, better watch yourself, dun. Yo... [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I will start flipping like a refugee in Guatemala The clock strikes 10? They want the n***as in la casa A New World slaughter. Last quarter out of order Forget get the gun, son—you filled with lead drinking tap water Abstain from TV—your brain's the main episode Keep your vein close so you can roam and go Remote control telephones, TVs that watch you Body Snatchers out on patrol—don't let it shock you Demonic things flipping in the street like Robocop 2 Crazy Walz running, yelling, “Power to the people!” I once revealed the truth, unveiled the hidden script Destination: Earth—aliens making a pilgrimage Melanin Mecca—know the code to your sector Promiscuous Rebecca let Dr. Giggles inject her The effect: she won't give forth existence for six years Keep swimming in Cape Fear but never get scared No matter who you are, be prepared like Scar in these Pride Lands Thinking He-Man with that Glock in hand ‘Cause when sh** hit the fan, I ran to Afghanistan Came back with ill bazookas, twelve grenades per man In our DRCP, motorcycles and vans Battle plans expand with my fam from Japan For my kikos, cuzzos, sons, and duns Busting both my guns ‘til my arms get numb [Hook: Samples] (x2) “Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide” - Prodigy on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" “I said before, ‘This is a war, not a play fight'” - M-1 on dead prez's “Food, Clothes, and Shelter” “But what about the brave with their guns?” - Gino Green on The Green Regime's "The Mint" [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Alligator shoes. I'll “Sing the Blues” like Billie Stupid Holidays got my nation acting silly Cracking phillies. The question: is it really safe? The answer: hell no, when seven-year-old girls get raped Beyond the gaze, the pinstriped face of a inmate Ways to regulate what they relate to. I hate you! In a thunderous pain of the self-inflicted wound Maintain when n***as hot like June, July, and August On some bullsh** like a tourist The Chicago White Sox turn black from rigor mortis In the dirty battlefield, you get soiled when cats peel It ain't S-A-F-E, so what real? Even hard rock is goth. Your credit card is the beast So I release to get the graveyard grief Off my chest and put your soul to rest I suggest (What? What?) you get ready for the worst and strive for the best. Yes! Nothing to stress when d**h is among you Attack of the big bucks. Hornets sprung you (Lyme) Lyme disease through trees, bees, and bushes Chump got no love—when he comes, pushes Become the spiritual avalanches Your feet hurt from The Devil's dances Crimson Tide—I ride apocalyptic's Thoughts—why you think my scripture's cryptic? I was inflicted with physical sickness But mental stamina made me relentless Protect that dome. Let ‘em in? I'll damned if I “Mother's Messenger”—my name would have been Malachi The life crisis is much more than cash I tell you like this: don't forget your gas mask! For my kikos, cuzzos, sons, and duns Busting both my guns ‘til my arms get numb [Hook: Samples] (x2) “Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide” - Prodigy on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" “I said before, ‘This is a war, not a play fight'” - M-1 on dead prez's “Food, Clothes, and Shelter” “But what about the brave with their guns?” - Gino Green on The Green Regime's "The Mint" [Bridge: C-Rayz Walz] Brave son, use your two eyes plus your third one Observe, dun, and gather facts on the run Even a old nun called the cane a battle ax Camouflage Cadillacs when I counterattack [Hook: Samples] (x2) “Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide” - Prodigy on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" “I said before, ‘This is a war, not a play fight'” - M-1 on dead prez's “Food, Clothes, and Shelter” “But what about the brave with their guns?” - Gino Green on The Green Regime's "The Mint"