(feat. Akrobatik, C-Rayz Walz)



[C-Rayz Walz]

Yo who it is (WHAT) What we live (WHAT)

With a gift (WHAT) What you feel



[4th Pyramid]

It's fantazmic with our pants sagging

Till the casket live with the plants magic

Get your stagger stuck in this damn ballad

Yo this pattern's bugged on some old jazz hit

Orgasmic on a more rap tip

When I spit that means raw dog no prophylactics

Wrap dicks, spit flows of acid

Stack chips play Madden laughing with Ak bitch!



[Akrobatik]

Bitch better have my money when I rap fly

At your venue then the party can continue

The way my music blend through recalls tempt you

Stealth tactics precise without practice

Call me Akrobatik cause my lyrical backflips

Be stunning white boys and lubricating the black chicks

Peace to Mr. Lif we be dropping the fat shit

Niggaz blast this 4th P we FANTAZMIC!



[Chorus]

Yo who it is when we spit (WHAT)

What we live in your cribs (WHAT)

With a gift that enrich (WHAT)

What you feel for this hit (WHAT)

Summertime type script

Above the mind of the stiff

Fantazmic bliss..

Come to find it exists (BUT)

Yo who it is when we spit (WHAT)

What we live in your cribs (WHAT)

With a gift that enrich (WHAT)

What you feel for this hit (WHAT)

Summertime type script

Above the mind of the stiff

Fantazmic bliss..

Come to find it exists (BUT)



[Akrobatik]

Top shelf that's where you placing my vinyl

Happy on the street date like you was acing a final

Cooling in your dorm room when the song hits

Puffing on strong shit pressing rewind between bong hits

Honeydip shake it till your thong twists

With the psychedelic relic you could sing along with

Ask me what I did when I visited the Bronx kid

Hooked up with P on a track and straight stomped it



[4th P]

Lost in mantras constant contras mommas goners

Gone in orbits calling often shit



[C-Rayz]

The force of conscious nonesense common's clash with karma

Coughing kids who cough from awesome spliffs



[4th P]

Lost in stardom harvest martyrs artists

Starving narcissists hawk them gifts



[C-Rayz]

Pompous rhythms and guarded gauntlets guns and Gods

The given dearly departed artist living in this



[Chorus]

Yo who it is when we spit (WHAT)

What we live in your cribs (WHAT)

With a gift that enrich (WHAT)

What you feel for this hit (WHAT)

Summertime type script

Above the mind of the stiff

Fantazmic bliss..

Come to find it exists (BUT)



[4th P]

Variety's the spice of life they say

That's why I say fuck sobriety 'least twice a day

Spiked punch, straight off the cactus

In Nike dunks inhaling some Backwoods

Think about flowers blossoming

In the bosom of the beast

Without Solomon (Samson strength)

Whenever they come hollering



[C-Rayz]

Following Rayz in a blaze shea stay buttery

In a maze of bullet strays haze and Hummer jeeps

Players and summer freaks

Beats so lovely streets so guttery

Is it the clubs that we tear up? or the other emcees

Whose music I can only listen to with earplugs

I'm like that "Yea what" type of fellow that rock an all year cut if my beard's plush

With a propellerhead hat the new black's burgundy Fantazmic bastard bliss rich internally



[Chorus]

Who it is when we spit (WHAT)

What we live in your cribs (WHAT)

With a gift that enrich (WHAT)

What you feel for this hit (WHAT)

Summertime type script

Above the mind of the stiff

Fantazmic bliss..

Come to find it exists (BUT)

(WHAT)

(WHAT)

(WHAT)

(WHAT)

Fantazmic bliss..

Come to find it exists (BUT but but but) [echo out]