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