[C-Rayz Walz] 

Where there's a will there's a way, no? Where there's Will there's Jada 

I catch then PISS in the face of a hater 

Congratulate us at afterparties in heaven 

Thank God my intro was peace to the 7's, let's go! 



[Chorus: singers] 

Battle me, so you can see 

How I blast flows, so easily 

Battle me, so you can see 

How I blast flows, so easily 



[C-Rayz Walz] 

I'm the foul author of styles out of order 

I got skills, I could drown you with a cup of water 

So don't waste my time with stupid questions like, "Aiyyo you rhyme?" 

You don't need to hear my verse, you got enough on your mind 

You work for WHO, so?! I don't wanna get signed 

My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time 

Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls 

So don't make me put 6 in your Kevin Cole 

Yo Walz they hollerin at you - in a minute yo! 

Tryin to score points with the right hooks like Riddick Bowe 

Battle me - don't challenge me with them simple styles 

I'll have your crew sayin WHO like some Temple Owls 

I'm like John Stockton, I don't even have to score 

I just make the game better, by bein out there on the floor 

So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw 

I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young Drew Barrymore, c'mon! 



[Chorus] 



[C-Rayz Walz] 

Verses like these be bullets that speed and rush 

While you the type to audition, for "Eden's Crush" 

I have a group but they was like - he's enough 

Okay, I see the truth, y'all don't believe in us? 

I'll be the proof, real MC's succeed and plus 

I'm comin through ya hood bumpin goods in the Jesus truck 

You squeezin bucks? Well you probably poppin a buck 

I hope you catch +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, what? 

Too much players in the game, make it hard to believe 

When I got the ball yo follow me like a 3-man weave 

Might go out to Tahoe, the regime was green 

And I cut the iron off, y'all thought I lost some steam 

You SOFT! I'm not the type to force my dream 

Of course I floss V.I.P. without no cream 

Yo I got more lines than double dutch tournaments in Harlem 

And if I ain't on your roster, your label got problems - battle me! 



[Chorus] 



[C-Rayz Walz] 

Never been to Me-xi-co, but got ki's from medico 

Deep sea flow, peep my notes with periscopes 

Police think I pump perrico, that's for petty folks 

Who don't know the science of the walk with the blade in his throat 

Still strugglin but I'm bubblin to make it clearer 

I ain't seein myself - in a house of mirrors 

Times is good, but your moms is still in the hood 

Stay on my tip and get splinters in ya lip from bitin the wood 

I'm not Santa's helper, I'm not rappin for free 

Next time you step to C, I'm clappin ya feet 

Psycho visions, I hear voices, listen (STOP CALLING ME) 

I feel like the Geico Lizard 

Aiyyo I'm spittin for real, gotta love that kid 

"AIYYO C-RAYZ WALZ, MAN I LOVE THAT KID" 

If you're fly the sky flyin, for real 

I'm one of those things you could die tryin, BUCK, if you battle me 



[Chorus] 



[singers] 

So easy for me 

So easy for me 

It's so easy, for me 

People always tryin to step, sayin they are the best 

But watch me break them down, that they must confess 

It's so easy for me, oh ohh ohh 

So easy for me, oh ohh ohh ohh