C-Rayz Walz, 4th Pyramid - Making the Jux lyrics

Yeah, give me an aspirin pill, motherfucker

Making the jux

We could start with a rural report
In the war with orcs
I don’t pop cops no more
I four-four the porks
Morbid joints shook your skeleton
With tour de force
Military corps stalk and secure my porch
‘Cause they know I’m the
House with Lord Voldemort
When they Slytherin
I Gryffindor across the port
Hock spit, talk shit, rich with no cash
Off the Walz
I still write graff want to toe tag?
I shake piss in your face but
I ain’t shaking your hand
And I won’t support you, so I’m making a band


It’s getting in here
(yeah) i’m taking your fans
Get your feet above my clan
And I’m breaking your handstands
You want cock you don’t want
To bust your Glock your gun don’t work your
Consortium is anti-pop in the hood
I got clout with killers no doubt
Before I’m out, let me shout, "My niggas"
Move-ment

Big talk mean that you little shit riddles
Spit, fiddle with flow type ridiculous
No hype, meticulous hold mic for Pyramids
Forget the clout and fame
Need some dough give me that
And I’m out the game
Not out to claim well, hell, it’s the joint
Kid out to sell well but I’m self-appointed
So hot, left the kettle boiling
Internet addict intercept bad shit
Innocent madness magnificent bastards
Delivering rapper, limerick splatter
Living in chapter of serum and dagger
Fans cheering the batter
Freedom from stature meaningless actors
I will pee on your mattress
Beat, I’ve been mean in the madness
Just too busy
Meeting these rap kids, fleeing arachnids

You in hot water now
Pasta boy watch the void
My Leonard Nimoy thugs Spock your voice
Stop the noise, stop your noise what? I’m Def
Jux to the illest manifestation of fresh
Yes, yes
I’m blessed with the rhythm of rebels
For sixteen bars, the god get gold medals
Fo sho, we got spare ass-whippings
Spare flows
Spear thrown through his chest now
George Bush is soaked
Oh! Oh! Man, don’t you know I’m grown?
My special blends in the cut
The gems’ll get cloned
I write essays, smash when my Brothers Slide
You ain’t peace
Partner why you thinking otherwise?
My up north Cannibal niggas stay Oxing
Fuck you up in a shower, call it
"Roller-Derby Boxing"
Make long stories shorter than cheeba
Tales and midget reporters
When I flow, I’ll keep my head above water

Flows track to the beat
Goes back to the deep
Essence of percussion go back to sleep
Mind free from worry need to
Let out more steam
Seems that I’m blurry in a holographic state
Holographic raves follow massive blades
Got to stash the pain a lot of rappers claim
Teardrops splash and rain ayyo, hold up
The fax just rang
I got to make a move soon money, pass the gin
Laugh within really, I don’t have to grin
Protect your skin you Earl
Grey? I’m peppermint
If it’s the end of the day, let’s begin
I’m granny, knitted you an amateur sweater
Her pain guy telling you my manager’s better
It’s 4th P on the damage vendetta
Mad ‘cause you hot
But, I’m brandishing leathers

Spicy swirl girls twirl and scratch nuts
While I’m in the White House with a black tux
Force you to be mute when I step values
‘Cause most of y’all already
Dropped a wack album

Peruvian poon-poon knocking on my windowsill
She’s a nympho still, we going in for a kill
Come on, nigga, we don’t live a lil
And make the river still, plus the Sun black
And, at that point, ask
"Where your guns at?"
At that point, ask, "Where your guns at?"
What?

Where your guns at? Where your guns
At? You got no shells
(And that’s it right there) aight