Ces Cru
Ces Cru - Sound Bite songtekst
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(Verse: Godemis) CES, yeah, yeah Paint my face now you're hearin' a clown right? The flow's Tyson, livin' fear in the sound bite What the fuck y'all want, with a nigga with no marbles?! Put hearts in a jar then swallow the whole jarful Blind marksman in a ghillie suit, let off With a grunt, while I murder in mini troops They're a miniature, many troops in need of a medic bathe, better rap gauze I'm a heretic and never pray to a rap god I fling blood on a door, whisper prayers in reverse Cast curse, sling blood on a whore Slap the fuck out the deacon, he's reachin' for that book Set the pages to flames, your Lord is a lame, look I'mma invert the crucifix, feast on a virgin Work the word thin, use Rittz for toothpicks My Strange family crew's loose knit The radio don't even give us no play and we don't give two shits Jason Deevil, define his rhymin' illegal While he's takin' warning shots at the eye of an iron eagle Wavy, I battle goons, you mad at whom, you outta tune But I ain't worried, they versed me inside a padded room (Verse: Ubiquitous) My vibe hummin' it come from inside a dyin' sun Added to the Saturn moons, Pythagoras find a sum If and by this ward, my strict diet is by the gun Claimin' they not pussy but wet as vaginas come Feelin' fresh off the bus, big trees on my brain Run up in the spot, eyes freeze on my frame They lookin', I ain't tryin' to duck, see what the club cookin' up Bad bitch, heaven sent, hellbent on hookin' up In the back of the venue, she puttin' pressure on me No matter how much she push, it's never gon' be I swear this lifestyle was never for me I swear to the god of war, I'll never tour free Now I'm swimmin' in dirty women, let me backstroke I could leave it to beaver, be the Eddie Haskell Stamp, now I'm comin' off like a petty asshole But it's better than buyin' beers for Betty Bashful (Hah) what I'm tryin' to see is some steady cash flow Rain down parade style, confetti the flag front I'm on a flow flyin', with dope sinus Sniffin' out the lames, I came a-cosigning Flame, don't buy in the game, Kobe Bryant If they don't know why, they can blame the flow I ain't afraid to show, shinin' my chain Frankly, a fraction of what you find in my brain Lie entertained, eye on the game Watchin' my environment change (Verse) Where many have passed on, only I remain Livewire the game, prolly kick a hole in ya brain If we spinnin' out of control, ya know I'm rollin' a plane Ces so entertain (ing), never sick with the Grain (ing) Think it could be so wonderful, run with the A- (team) I bet you sweatin' bullets from under the ray (beam) Cause my penis and my pistol do sorta the same (thing) You full of faith, fearful of shit that you ain't seen Fans are reppin' from here in the middi to Beijing Is the sandman comin' to give me a daydream? Puttin' y'all under the dirt and we gettin' away clean I'm stickin' cool with karma, and bear the weight like I'm movin' in water Illuminati's an illusion, now you's a comma Show me a rap god, Tutankhamun is too uncommon Pompeii when I'm bustin', I'm spewin' lava And you ain't gotta ask why it works, or backslide ya words All you gotta know is we both back, dyin' of thirst Every session is blessed, I'm baptisin' the verse You better hold ya breath when you pass by the church Uh, I put my people on Jack Ryan alert Please pacify the perp in the back buyin' the shirt Our core fans bumpin' this track ridin' to work Mature fans classy as yours, we goin worldwide Really we only came for packin' the floor mamps That girl fly but she's mackin' the doormat After the show it's back to the tour van Pack Packed full of clothes, I'm back on the road