C-Rayz Walz - Articles of War - God's Geography lyrics

[Intro: [?] and C-Rayz Walz] [?] We hard right here. We, we straight street. Let's go. Yeah. Once again. [?] Boogie. This right here is C-Rayz Walz. [?] Triad. Let's go [C-Rayz Walz] Runaway, runaway, runaway slave theory. (Stronghold! Stronghold!). Yeah. C-Rayz if you hear me. Sun Cycle. You're too close if you near me. “T.O.P.” I'm your brother—don't fear me. People Army spaced out with particles galore. Studio 116, “Articles of War.” Triad, Triad's in locks. “Articles of War.” Read the pages, yo [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, perfect timing. (What?). Is it worth it rhyming? Well, I'm working, grinding as a person trying I sip my drink. Multitalented, I think How my peoples on the brink living extinct You know who grab the microphone and flow no pranks Strong enough to go bu*t-naked with rocks against tanks You don't understand my block hara**ed by cops Who wanna feel my balls like they searching for rocks? (Yeah) Yeah, I know. Yeah, they searching for knots I'm thirsting to pop—another missing person, bursting the shot From the Glock. Attack in slow motion Commotion stops. Stronghold coaching your plot Make a toilet post up when we approach ya (C-Rayz) I'm not interested in your toaster roaster But this 9 will Park your mind like you testing Rosa Get up! Get out your seat! It's over We not friends ‘cause you rap. Don't give me your DAT Cut the wax? Nah, I got samurai swords for that Chop your head off with a tap from my finger Y'all cats raps ‘cause y'all can't be singers (Slap) This is off my rack now like my hat to the back Track-my-hairline rhyme—the mind goes back Yeah, I'm looking just like my pops And I swing like him—this time, it's minus the rocks I smuggle the microphone inside clubs to rock I guess both of us really have a talent to rock Most brothers try to escape the block by Going to rock or pushing rock See, we all pushing the rocks, kicking the dirt You got a better chance pushing the rock, putting in work You might score if you get a chance to take a shot But don't stop. Hot hip hop's flagrant But they make you rock for a CIA agent The way I rock make your eyes puffy when I see ya And they can't hold me down like Mumia On the move like John with a magic wand You don't want to go against them ancients, human pawn Running calm ‘til he jumps over your picket fence Like a native sorceress, mystic, intense In both songs, y'all were speeding, your eyes bleeding Watching me playing with crystal in Eden Ten naked queens giving me [?] with great [feet and?] I ain't even steaming seeing they bodies like that (Know what?) I seen it before (Seen it). I know how to rap and act (What?) So don't be confused by my diamond shining, cuz No sh** represent the power of love And the pearls is Tahitian. Keep breathing I'm Mars. You b**h n***as is from Venus, penis I'm ill like rocking Mecca in Mecca Drinking tangerine nectar in the Cabo sector Spitting sk** with sound but found found weapons Repping with an ill roundhouse like Tekken So do the knowledge. It's not a game in a booth The Sun Cycle. I explain truth to the youth Wrote the verse in a hearse across from a church Had to drop the pen. Hold my head. Thoughts burst lead First thorough borough bread—the golden egg worth it The purpose: rehearse d**h ‘til I live perfect Goose gander. “God Geography” grips the globe Leviathan lust got you stuck with swole lymph node Lost souls soak up scrolls through Morse code And sip a six pack from Satan's torso [Outro: [?] and C-Rayz Walz] Huh. “God Geography.” “God Geography.” “God Geography.” The body and the mind at the same in time (Time). Studio 116. Triad, “Articles of War.” (Runaway slave). Articles implore, universal doors open and we out, and we out. Yo, [?], we on out. Yo, [?]. Yeah. [?]. You know my people. NIW. Huh? Huh? Huh? Stronghold, People Army. Get free, get free. “Articles of War” [?] Uh. Studio 116. Uh