C-Rayz Walz - Flip Philips & Chan from Japan lyrics

[Intro: Flip Philips and C-Rayz Walz] [Flip Philips] So I'm gonna take that from you. So, 87.9 FM, WBAR, Barnard College Radio. Umm, formerly Triad Radio. Now it's, uh, Flip Philips and Chan from Japan. Shout out to [?]. Shout out to T-Ruckus coming up next work. Shout out to End of the Weak. MCs that are coming through next week as well. I want to, um, introduce, um, C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid. 4th Pyramid. And we going to C-Rayz Walz who has no shoes on. C-Rayz, you crazy, dog. Where I could a C-Rayz Walz t-shirt? [C-Rayz Walz] Y'all have never seen or [?]. I'm with my man 4th Pyramid (4th Pyramid on the cut). We about to bring you our A-game and freeze this room. You know what I'm saying? So, yo, we've just been wiling with these headphones and sh**. [?]. This beat... [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Oh, high and dumb Don't slip, but think about blasting off I wash my balls with your facewash cloth I'm dirty, grimy, been in the studio all week Reminding myself I've got to write this song to match the beat I forget to brush my teeth If you look at me smile, you could see a spinach leaf I'll kick your cat, piss on your lawn Slap the sh** out your dog and bite your moms Beginning at your pops' foot They come outside like I just took their pocketbook In my underwear with my penis hanging out Drinking the Guinness stout, ready to get punched in my mouth The police is too shook—they'll never knock me out of my spot It's like Nelly to KRS—watch These rhymes come out to clock I'm a good Ken Sport. The DJ is [?] Flip off this click clack, big Benjamin Banneker watch Hit you with the time and the shine like shots Bursting nine life with the jigabytes and watch—I'm dirty Digging out my bu*t and give you a pound like “Yo, you trying to tell me that I'm nice?” Plus I'm sarcastic when I'm telling the truth Ayyo, we two pairs of baddies coming to you [Verse 2: 4th Pyramid] Ayyo, I'm like the homeless ba*tard Known to overthrow, knowing disasters Chrome to plaster. Smack you in the face for no reason Flow beating. See me, man? I live in no seasons The sun, the moon, the star, the tune The man that'll go to the bar and get drunk High and dumb like I was not able to home, trying to run You on the fry. Try and find wealth from the T Dot, the weed spot See me in my underwear and Reeboks Doing absolutely nothing But rapping [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid] A glutton eating over and over again I want my sandwich bigger than my pen And if the mic is cracking, I'm trying to sell you that Go to the GNC and see what's cracking Tell the titans who clashing And watch me sell ‘em rap. I'm open Food-mashing, brood-bashing Your bar. Asking a star To buy a CD. See me at double-D 19 Rhyme fiend. Oh, my mind's green In front of Fat Beats, she's like, “Yo, your flow's fire. Thanks” I'm say, “Ma, I don't deal with chicks who eat Papaya Frank's” Papaya Frank's? I'm, like, higher ranked Wanna come down and see me? Believe me I come out of bottles and smoke like the genie Going outside, hitting the bong Piss in your dog face just ‘cause you my next-door neighbor Me and my girl ain't getting along We're getting along I got you girl on her four knees, licking her thong ‘Cause I'm disgusting filth Trust in MILF? Me never Non-dairy, non-hairy On the highway, leaving the block, driving like something's k**ed Y'all softer than shy guys with a sunken suit You need to be something built In a tank of asbestos with a humping quilt Oh, man But I'm not the Scottish Pyramid man the moon to rock ish Like, “Oh my Lord, who got the hot ish?” It's Ken Sport. Coming through, my pen short It's not for long Known to snuff a cop Piss in his pocket, snuffing him in his chin and Show him the Glock like, “What, b**h? You owe me reparations” Put 41 through your back for fronting. I'm dirty Dirty. Never f** a chick with herpes You heard me? Pyramid spitting on Mars absurdly Got them looking back at me like, “Yo, you heard me?” You heard he? I'm like, “Word, G” I still try to kiss your moms even though she got herpes I'm tougher than your whole family. Your whole generation p**y And none of y'all could hurt me or herb me Herb meat, you wanna come try and smack me, attack rapidly? Art of war. What is it we argue for? I rock at war Of course I'm coming through without a [?] You heard me? I hope it's that B Real ‘cause these Cypress Hills Of sk**s that'll make me have to get blunted off krills Before you finally admit you heard C “Insane in the Brain,” playing with membranes in my mind So I make sure that you turn back your twine and intertwine Weave and wind, see the mind See, this is why I'm about to eat that sh** Stop looking at my dick unless you ready to be the dick With the rug, man, I will co*k-slap you Rock, rap to, got to ask you Get off me, police officer. I will piss in your mother's coffee Yo, I will put my dick in your tea On some tai chi sh** Oh my Lord, high beam me, see me spit “Angel and The Preacher” 15 G's on the CD—that's what I wrote