C-Rayz Walz - It's A Wrap [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by iSHi and Onedread]

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]
It's a wrap—when I attack, crash the door
It's a wrap—this track ready to splash Billboard
It's a fact: I'm what y'all was waiting for
I'm plat', but still hardcore
It's a wrap—if you wack, don't spit no more
It's a wrap—my hot track will bring it to y'all
C'mon, scream till your throat is sore
Get off the wall, rush the dance floor

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]
I'm the urban legend, in true form, with a goose on
Hottest artist alive—no jive, you lukewarm
Talk like walk—with a suit on
Stomp like hawks—my thoughts swoop and move on
Glide like Clyde, break you like Ali's nemesis
Echo tight, write—my pen proves unlimited
Plot like my penmanship hit the curb. Flip the words like [?]
I got this in a wrap like fajita
Make my voice band Pan like Peter
In el barrio, spittin' bars like, "¡Mira!"
Split your cap like baseball pitchers
"I'm sick of rap!" In fact, I hate y'all niggas
'88 hip hop like, "Kill a sucka emcee"
When he fake like a [?] me
It's a wrap—lines like these smash a embassy hard
If it's a game, I'm snatching your memory card

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]

[Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz]
When it's a wrap, y'all cats get buried alive
For years like the careers of the Jackson 5
The Sun Cycle spits heat like gun rifles
You ain't ready to score like a young Michael
My rebuttal to your waste of space
Is a NASA shuttle fate
Me and the stars correlate
Where only the core relate
In other words, I'm the asteroid belt to your waste/waist of space
When I rock the house like avalanches in your crib
And right hook like boxers aiming for rib
It's a war going on—I'm training the kid
Like Markie, I stay connected to my Biz
KRS rep the Bronx, Shane still repping The Bridge
Kane's still the god; like Rakim, I listen to Gibbs
C-Rayz, the brand new weapon it is
Fact: I'm paid in full; you half-steppin' again

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]

[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz]
This is Miami Vice rap—diamond [?]
Jacking your face, making you cry—praise the onion
Sixteen bars should get you drunk thirty-two times
Then you find I double up when I write rhymes
I might battle, then war like [white saddles?]
In the eye of the tiger, who wanna fight Drago?
On rocky roads, I [?] gravel
The Sun Cycle—mic unravels and light travels
Life is the playoffs—anythings can happen but
You sure to lose your spot if you slacking, cous'
You lose all your profit from copping jewels
So stuck-up, your shit could be used for rocket fuel
I got talent, but that's apparent
The way I give birth to hits, I should be a parent
I'll kill you at the end of the game like, "Good try
But you are the weakest link. Goodbye!"

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]