INTRO (C4LEIDOSKOPE) Lyrics

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