C4Real - INTRO (C4LEIDOSKOPE)

When K.R.I.T. said he found life
Did he mean he found God
Did he mean he found alien
Trekking through the stars, moving forward
Go to work but you're late again
Leaving the cubicle behind to fill stadiums
Rock shows, palladium
Solid in the cranium
You verse the media
Devil and the angel
Fighting for your soul wrestle mania
Written in your blood like you're from Pennsylvania
Every off statement
All the ways they painting ya
Selling all your assets to the one that's hanging ya...shit
Rip you off like a tag then they framing ya
Puttin' labels on your ass while taming ya
Ain't no replacement for heart up in my art
I go harder than hard, I transform, I got the spark
You think I'm talking out my ass then I got the farts
And if you thinking I'm the shit and legit
Got a diary of rips and rhymes that imma spit
Common sense bringing pain to the capital
All my remarks I explain in a rap or two
Cuz that's what rappers do
Pour me a glass or two, hey
My parents, they a gift, they assist
Breaking backs, got the stats
Imma score with a pass or two
I'm wanting diamonds in the rings for the dame
I ain't playing no games with the girl that I'm attracted to
Running circles in my mind, jog a lap or two
Until I'm lapping you, that's what I have to do
Yah I've come to fix the game without packing tools
And while lacking jewels, I'm not jacking you
I'm talking my shit, I got stacks of stools
Paid dues, what I'm taxed is proof
Gotta weather that storm just passing through
Umbrellas for the rain with our glasses full
Umbrella for the shade, sunglasses too
Feeling like Major Payne, no Wayan
If I was born in '82, I'd've been Lil Wayne
Instead '93, just me, no shame
Getting ready for the game, so I study my opponents
Then bloody my opponents
Then bury my opponents in a coffin
Back me in a corner but I'm never getting boxed in
Focused
Locked in
Punches getting clocked in
May be well rounded, your bubble, just popped it
Pencil getting dull but my mind just sharpens
Yeah, yeah
Pencil getting dull but my mind just sharpens
Whipping in that water, that's until you see a shark fin
You too busy talking, I'm to busy watching
Aware of my surroundings my antenna, like a martian
Bars to the brain, my aim like a marksman
Bout to go insane, push my button then I Clark Kent
Bout to bring the pain that'll sing from my heart strings
I don't give a damn if you care about what I think,
I ain't drinking Henny, spirit took me to a dark place
Put me in the game, make a name like LeBron James
Traffic in the lane, pull up j, right in y'all face
Feeling like a king with a j and its all faced
Got a white girl, got me feeling like I'm Scarface
Bout to set it off in this bitch, Eric Andre
Eating on the beats, always cheffing up an entree
Say you want beef, here's a sandwich with bologna
Time for me to shine, I'm just reading what the clock say
Yeah
C4 blowing up Nagasaki
C4 going nuts, let the broads taste
Never been overseas and it haunts me
All day, all night
Vicks in a dog fight
Sick with the flow
Like I'm over drinking all night
Sick with the flow like I'm overthinking
Over dreaming
Over steaming
Over weeded
Over reading
Over waiting all my life
Yeah, I'm in the zone
Still feel it in my bones
I write another song on the porch
Cuz I'm home
Can't you see the light is on
So feast your eyes on the mind and soul of C4Real
Welcome to C4leidoskope

Written by:
Clayton Bennett I.V.

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