Paradise

C-Rayz Walz - "Paradise” [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): El-P] [Sample: [?] - “[?]”] [Hook 1: Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x2) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] I command you to riot and overthrow your Mind [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x4) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] (x4) Keep it Moving. You could hold it down when you Know and control the sounds [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I’m the American Dream in action, the veterans of steam The fractioned piece of forbidden holiness recaptured Watch news columns combine, blow your mind at nine. Read The signs, or should I say this forty-one times? Rush The floors. Dope before? You can’t get out the train and y’all Can’t out the box. Yo, get in. You train. Do not Hold doors, do not lean on walls/Walz, do not Pee on floors. This is beyond war. We are Peon pawns, Red-neon Dawns. Watch The Bushes—Patriot games get prolonged. Snakes Super-sperming, aim, shoot the vermin. Ch-ch- -ch-ch. Is it burning? Well, see, now you’re learning. And don’t Think that your gun could protect your girl. This is New York Hell. This affects the world. Para- -dise, green grass, meditation, calm breeze, fresh Fruits, veggies, clean mountain valley streams. I mean Checkers are chess, truth is the square root of life Proof is the beats eats when reality bites. Pan- -dora’s Box, Radio Raheem's battery charged. I'll Lean Back like Pisa to the dark side of the dart. The speech Is salt—it sucks hearing leeches talk. Think it’s The force? We in Mordor—police is the orcs. Walking Cerebus with the Raising Hell t-shirt. Crackheads Get locked up for stem cell research [Hook 1: Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x2) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Bridge 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] You’re in- -volved with something beyond your comprehension The real millennium X-Files, daily conditions [Hook 1: Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x2) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Bridge 3 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] Secret missions caught in the middle of conspiracy and Espionage. Go against all odds [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Paradise. My pupils travel like the old priest, and I’m told We need bullet holes like police need more heat (We’re living in) Paradise. Psalms in your palm like a pair of dice You could peep Christ if you pay the passion of the price (To get in) Paradise. Perhaps, through perception, you’ll get a percentage of Power prophesized in points of progression (Within) Paradise. Don’t plagiarize, premeditate your position Fuck props, prosecute Pulp Fiction. Perse- -cuted poison from the pulpit proving the Rich lie. The poor procrastinate, die, and make excuses Prophets past prime pick pockets and Practice pointing pistols at feces with plans to pop shit (This paradox) Give you the poetic premonitions of Pac Preaching to P.O.W.s in prison with props (Paradise) Take it back to the block when creativity was god Everybody wasn’t chasing the dollars, scared of jihad (The paradox) It ain’t the church, the mosque, zen, or the temple or shrine Cathedral or the synagogue—nah. It’s just The one sentiment that’s in us all: hate. Confu- -sion an act of being unaware and stuck in the fog, but this ain’t Mission from Mars. This more like Walz spitting these Bars to ensure my position tomorrow. Digital Bible rap prophecy, watchtower mockery. I mean Your mind’s been molested sloppily. I got a Bomb in my beeper, a laser in my sneaker Radiation reapers, students kidnap the teachers, but there’s Cameras in the bleachers, police dogs with six heads Twelve grenades in my dozen of eggs. Trying To stop the plague before it spreads, striving not To fall off ‘cause I know I know I Know the Ledge. Allegiance To my soldiers what I truly pledge. Like babies after Six bottles, with this, I’m truly fed. I checked The weather: the forecast is pollution. My reso- -lution—(What?)—some radiation suit shit. They’re intro- -ducing teen execution by the Constitution Confusion’s the illusion, so I think straight Whether using my hood to duck toxic waste, I got this Case but I ain’t trying to see the judge. I got this Wound. I feel the heat but I ain’t trying to see the blood. Still got this Heart but I ain’t fitting to bleed love. I see the Plug but I can’t pull that shit out (And you) (Know who control the sound). (Can’t get out) Too much ex- -cuses. They’re bringing back the nooses. With no Strings attached, chemical-drug-abusing pass crack Using NASDAQ to kill black, brown, yellow, and white The A-Alike fight vs. Illuminite might. Para- -dise. Seeing buildings crumble, the Towers Babel, manifest the meaning in the mumbles [Hook 1: Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x2) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Bridge 4 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] You’re in- -volved with something beyond your comprehension The real millennium X-Files, daily conditions [Hook 1: Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x2) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Bridge 5 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] Secret missions caught in the middle of conspiracy and Espionage. Go against all odds [Hook 1: Sample: [?] - “[?]”] (x2) Living in a paradise You’re living in a paradise [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Keep it Moving. You could hold it down when you Know and control the sounds