Lyrics Hieroglyphic - C. Ray

(Reverse) 'Cause thou not fear
For fear is a bondage of men, it binds the darkness
My adversaries cry like hoes
Fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact, faded and swole
Who else but poppa's holy son?
And you know me nigga, I'm the one
Play my game, make bitches cum
Now fire when ready, come hit this blunt
I'm what's in ya lung, I am lifted
I'ma get ya drunk
I'm what bitches love, I am different
I am in the trunk
I'm what's in the gun, my intention
I inflict the sun, I will get this done
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Yeah
It is I again, high as I have been
I am flyin in, hydrogen
I'm the golden goose, right behind the hen'
Fighting friends, hands like a masseuse
Who will strike ya chin
Tire spin, finally got the juice
Used to ride a Schwinn, fire pin
Say they got the guts, I never see 'em
You don't want the pressure we in, ain't no fuckin' refereeing
See 'em talking shit but barely know enough to send a DM
When ya soul is worth a buck, you'd give it up to get per diem
He ain't coming out the house with ya, increase speed
I know what you think of me, watch yo' mouth nigga
And all the liquor got me numb quick, I'm on some dumb shit
Spit on the globe from where the sun sit
Holler for my disc in ya system, drop a line like a crease
And they know I need a piece of any business I give 'em
Pretend and end up in waste like the top of your denim
End to end with a eight, Eddie Brock with the Venom
Brain
Fuck with me that's what's they all say, hardheaded
Bet that he gon' see the hard way, I stay lit
Fuck a hero and his sidekick, I'm Brainsick
Have every single bitch that came with you on Ray dick
Now fire when ready, come hit this blunt
I'm what's in ya lung, I am lifted
I'ma get ya drunk
I'm what bitches love, I am different
I am in the trunk
I'm what's in the gun, my intention
I inflict the sun, I will get this done
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It's just me against the world
So keep it thorough for the borough
With ya girl, fuck that make up, I deface her like a mural
Bust a pearl necklace, pinky drippin' like the curls
All I need is nuts and trees, a nigga livin' like a squirrel
No referral, them niggas tried to shade me, I'm a threat
I'm rabies at the vet, I'm Hades after death
And no maybe bitch, I'm hasty, y'all gon' pay me that respect
Tryna walk a line with me and think they safe without the net
80s babies had the best
Played my card, now they won't take me out the deck
Fan the flame and plan to pay for how you step
But check the Freon, I am AC out the vent
And for eons I have been around the block
I invented crop, my intent infinite dying not,
I have penned a plot I'm offended
Kin will cry a lot, if defiance brought
Livin' like them other niggas not, I don't tick and tock
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