Here I come, you know where I'm from  do the math, son, I originate with the drums  native tongues lounging, my third eye's beyond browsing  swam nine thousand, woke up on the shores of project housing  Genesis, wide wingspan like Pegasus  my gym effortless for turntable terrorists  88 hip hop, certified for net murder  snatch you out the chat room, smack your server  Bug Out poster child, approach the wild calmly  let 'em think I'm Ghandi, then transform to Genghis Khan, see?  Baby, I bop, so you love me like Barney  kiss my honeymoon, then spaz out like Mark Carney  energy solar, battle moe, froze polar  balance the scales to be some shit, green told y'all  Big mics fo y'all, my crew Stronghold, y'all  one two three four five, that's the roll call  roll call, roll call, roll call.....    I make 'em study, thirty-five to fifty years  strained brains become bloody, eyes swiftly tear  risky peers become queer, you can't diss me  I know who I be like Bizzy  chief rocking, keep watching, soon you'll turn to stone  I got Medusa's head in an Iceberg bag at home  Mama said life's like a bag of chocolates (Why?)  it'll make you sick if you don't watch it.....    You're styles' toy, my homeboy is God Rally  smack wack emcees like they stepped on my Ballies [New Balance]  the roof's on fire? Let it burn, hot shit  from the foundation, I learned y'all can't rock shit  I get busy on topics, you propless  I get J.U. Ice when I drop it  you ain't def, step, you pet breathe Karma  your upside down peace sign's the V-Bomber....    On battle stage, I shapeshift my mouth to grenades  my hands razor blades, invisible ink  you will never page, I'm splashing  except when I'm gone, you remember the pain of what happened  super rapping, like collabos with Batman and Mack 10  skull cracking, back smacking, for track acting  make you traffic, grey matter in gridlock  I'm a nutty professor, you a nigga with shitlocks  hip hop, ain't been to sleep in three days  dreams of spray cans, B-girls and DJs  gold chain, cocaine before a crack rock  Coleco before a laptop, flicks in front the backdrop....    We off the muscle, keep the meat rack, speak fact  anything less than truth; you keep that  weak cats, pull your seat back and kick your feet up  listen to the beat, black, now watch me heat up  me and plain pat contact on the same track  modern day slaves yelling: "give me my brain back!"  raps contain facts like maps of pyramids  but I'll cut your ears off, cuz you ain't hearing it....    Vivid how I paint this, Rayz and green dealing  high degrees of patience, stay casing  Justice the Janitor, life is high maintenance  foul flagrant, winer of the ancients, smell the fragrance  titanium wristband, back stroke in quicksand  iron fist, velvet glove slid on my brick hand  my Nike swish land right over my Nick Vans  excel, laid back in Hell with a kickstand  study they movement, like blind ninjas, infrasensor  niggas got on sandals, in the middle of the winter  stuck on six, like chicks, bitch slow your dick tip  flip sick scripts, can't even hold your shit liquids  fresh enough to make a dope feind close the vien  tear my shirt off, just to expose my chain  you know my name, knowledge actions, now  I wanna cry, but I'm so happy I can't frown  like I wanna throw God on the ground  pick him back up and start laughin  run through times square flashin  blasting, just to see cypher's reactions  then disappear, like flesh after years in the casket    a-ha-ha....C Rayz Walz!!!!.....in the house.....recognize my crew   Stronghold....    Y'all niggas getting gloss in the Porshe and got robbed  my style fucks your head up, like elevators blowjobs  go to jail, while I'm in the streets eatin  hotel suite beatin, rhyme releasin  your styles like Rome, I ancient ruin it  you talk about gats on tracks, who doing that?  Squirtin, don't be the next missing person  first in, Howling like Thirstin while you rehearsing  Maury Povich covering fag rap aerobics  your sneakers wrinkle, my eyes twinkle on some glow shit  blow with angels, conversate with culprits, blaze form  analyze stars like Lloyd Strayhorn  floss and get your papers lost like beef with the prison boss,  on a crash collision course in a drunk driven Porsche  picture me in a box bleeding, corrupt reasons  crush emcess like fuck truck season  what you believe in?, thank god if you still breathin  cuz I roll like [ ? ]  What y'all trying to do, we already did it  your weekly sum equals new kicks and fitteds  spit blizzard, for my brethren in prison  that chick, you stick it?, get your ass in the clinic  I vision myself, taking no shorts like bar midgets  speak physics, conjugate a picnic  the gifted, politic and rhyme money shipment  royalties, cop more war equipment  roll with the ghetto fitness, knuckle swiftness, relentless  quickness, blink and you missed it  C-Rayz Walz in your district  Stronghold!!! FUCK EMCEES WITH NO MIC CONTROL!!!!