INTRO (C4LEIDOSKOPE)

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