C-Rayz Walz - Progression - The Dookie Def sh** lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] DJ Noise. DJ Noise. Exclusive. C-Rayz Walz. C-Rayz Walz. C-Rayz Walz. The Sun Cycle. What up, Denmark? [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I smack kids with rap tactics by the casket Bury you backwards—you'll be a** out, f*ggot I'm cold as ice. Hot like your moms when she page me I'm a fire sign—how you gonna blaze C? You look like a p**y—I should call you f**face You couldn't dodge my punchlines if you had duct tape Like d**, all I'mma do is f** you up You're sh**'s not that hot, kid. Bless you, but I'mma give you a facelift and beat your a** To make you walk through Brownsville with a Bill Clinton mask But you a bullsh** character in BC form Take your eyes out, put ‘em on my porch—see what I be on Peon, I've been doing this sh** for eons But money don't change nothing, right? Ask Dion Cops be watching me like Blank Panthers in the neon Locked out my house for moving keys wrong (Stupid) You can't catch me, so don't test me I'm the gingerbread MC who fled with jet skis Let's get free before you rock ice like Gretsky Impress me, blaze trees on an Express D By kicking a freestyle and catching a scratchie The mic's a dookie rope chain yelling, “Snatch me! Snatch me!” I pad Maxis, do math in bad taxis Smash Fat Beats through my path like Mad Max feet My style's water—I Spring Poland. Keep talking I punch you in the throat. You can't cope—you'll speak swollen You got flames, you got game, but seem bu*t enough To be b**h slapped by Xena And you could cream Puff like Sean Combs' bank accounts But I seen enough sh** in this rap to make me bounce (What?) Reminisce of clear, crisp but hear this basic flow I put holes in the game just to lace it, yo A sick tool click—the whole industry screwed up I roll with great MCs that keep a tape queued up Boot bu*t, put your lights out, run in your sessions Split blessings, steal Sharpies and whiteout Salute to small vinyl. Wild like bulletproof vinyl Stronghold alliance. The world's full of psychos C-Rayz Walz used to be 180. Still get busy This time, sixteen bars leave you dizzy I used to rewrite hooks. Now I just hook right Controlling tempo like a point guard with nice looks, aight? You ain't prepare ‘cause this is what you scared of I'm loud like mankind, write without the weird glove It's a must I drop the dookie def sh** Skeptics get wrecked with my electric effort Energy session, total concentration with blessings Ba**line kick with powerful impact progression