Combustible lyrics - Ces Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
Whatever happened to the days we were raised pop breaks spray paint and bust a flow
The same way those days must've came and went away had to change up and go
The underground, where I stay we create from a high plane but I came from the below
Some of these things never made for us to know
Watch the rain cause my brain combustible
[Godemis:]
Now we all got a vote to cast
Now we all got a vote to cast
But which gas gonna blast you in the face?
There's no tellin' but at least they asked you
Make way, cause I'm 'bout to pass through
Stack cakes and I'm 'bout to cash out
Up, up, and a fuck away we go, and I bet a lot of y'all will pass out
Round here they still hatin', I'm still makin' that real bacon
Look at the craft they grill makin', I'm still Jason, they still facin'
A mad man with the pills, pacin', I peel faces and heal patients
Probably never get a vacation
I'm undercover like a free mason, check three praises
Turn around and fire at me, little idiot, I'm all the way up
Make a scene off a half of Maybelline, to make it seem you gonna face the makeup
My earthquake finna shake the place up
Your real fans really need to wake up
Stand still, that'll get your face bust
The marshmallow man on the plans to stay puffed
[Ubiquitous:]
Whatever happened to the days we were raised pop breaks spray paint and bust a flow
The same way those days must've came and went away had to change up and go
The underground, where I stay we create from a high plane but I came from the below
Some of these things never made for us to know
Watch the rain cause my brain combustible
Back in the day, in the dane of danes
Back when the RZA was a razor blade
The U-B-I really thought he could change the game
I know some of y'all might've made the same mistake
It turns out, really couldn't change a thing
Now we're fucked in the game, no shade of grey
I get the radio with the pay to play, and now the Ces Cru sittin' on layaway, yo
I thought that I could be a major player
Maybe one day see my face on Fader
My team's not hittin' like Major Lazer
So please stop kickin', gettin' paid to say words
It's not in the cards, I rock with the stars
Get to toppin' the charts, I'm watchin' a star
Cause I'm not really on to profit this large
And the single that I've dropped, a shot in the dark
Ha! Call it target practice
White guy rappin', not a shard of blackness
But that I'm speaking from my heart, the fact is
If you was smart, you would never start this rap shit
Still I'm bringing in this party atmosphere
Seen a couple women cardiac in here
Get yours 'fore it all collapse, get clear
The government has made it hard to stack this year
It's the art of distraction, bask in fear
They wanna take it 'till the armed attack is near
I feel the pain when I carve my path
They said it came with the game, what part is that? (Shit)
Take charge when I lead the pack in
Or tell the promoter I'm a need to back in
I'm hella overpaying fees and taxes thinking back to the street which'll leave me askin'
Whatever happened to the days we were raised pop breaks spray paint and bust a flow
The same way those days must've came and went away had to change up and go
The underground, where I stay we create from a high plane but I came from the below
Some of these things never made for us to know
Watch the rain cause my brain combustible
Highlander lyrics - Ces Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
We were riding high
They were rolling low
We were grinding heavy
They would take it slow
They wanna know the game
But it can't be told...
No it can't be sold
Why they thinking that it can't be so
You gotta give me space
I gotta hit these dates
Got a lot of chicks giving me chase
But can nobody ever seem to get me the pace, it's quick (YA)
It's Will Bixby and Gates
Hit 'em with the real sixteen for cake (YO)
For God's sakes, what I really needs' a break
Break it down, roll it up, Philly weed and shake
Breaking down the rhyme at a millipede's pace
Pray to see the light of day or will it be a waste
Hillary's a fake and Don Trump's a fraud
Either way they both livin' way above the law
Hip Hop dead, motherfuck this I'm gone
Master of Puppets and Justice for All
Load 'em up, Kill 'em All Reload and BRAT
Death Magnetic let them all Fade to Black
I been chillin' out in the back hallway
Waitin' for one of y'all to collapse on stage
My hat's off, better get your facts all straight
Before you get figured out and get black balled (HEYY)
I see you runnin' like a track star
Too bad you run in a circle around in the backyard
It's like nobody did ever listen to Black Star
And if they did they probably thought it was whack bars
I guess they too cool for school they act dumb
And sell the venom to kids and get 'em a fat sum
I'm Highlander maybe one of the last ones
Who give a fuck what they talk about in their rap song (YA)
We were riding high
They were rolling low
We were grinding heavy
They would take it slow
They wanna know the game
But it can't be told...
No it can't be sold
Why they thinking that it can't be so
We were riding high
They were rolling low
We were grinding heavy
They would take it slow
They wanna know the game
But it can't be told...
And it can't be sold
When you're rollin' with the banditos
[Godemis:]
Keep an eye on the clock as the hands go around
Cause you gotta know the time and the season
Listen up and everybody soundin' like clowns
They never had a rhyme nor a reason
The roof is on fire everybody leavin'
The air is still and it got everybody wheezin'
I got the keys keys keys got the keys keys keys
Which means I be gone for the weekend
These idiots be acting like I ain't got it when I always had it
Been at it with a pad and a pen and it never mattered the patterns
I was developin' hell I been a veteran long as a lot of y'all walkin' the planet and
I don't need an automatic I'm doing this out of habit, you silly rabbit
Anybody can have it if you in it then grab it, do it good as the baddest
Take a look at the status yeah it's Godi doin' the Hammerdance
Go ahead and forfeit you never had a chance
They holla at us and we answer with an avalanche
I'm going Super Saiyan stayin' in a battle stance
Kamehameha flying out of both of my hands
I need a milli Travis said to give me that advance
I probably well enough to never need a battle plan
Even the Murs guy said I was a battered man
Show me the money tell me put it in my fucking hand
[Ubiquitous:]
We were riding high
They were rolling low
We were grinding heavy
They would take it slow
They wanna know the game
But it can't be told...
No it can't be sold
Why they thinking that it can't be so
We were riding high
They were rolling low
We were grinding heavy
They would take it slow
They wanna know the game
But it can't be told...
And it can't be sold
When you're rollin' with the banditos
Rubble lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Rittz)
[Godemis:]
Whatever happened to the emcee
Times done changed for the emcee
And if he rap, I know he gotta be buzzed
If you don't know somebody who rap
You know somebody who does
It's prob'ly one of your cousins or dude up the block
Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch
Swallow it up or I don't slack on writing commence
To eating motherfuckers like Attack on Titan it's real
I see you headed for your doom, interscope and
These lesser niggas searching for the moon in the ocean
My third eye's open, inner vision in 3D
It's killer city, Missouri murdering 'em on GP
So fuck 'em all with a condom and I'm a nympho
This ain't no conversation, no common knowledge no info
I'm going in and it don't
Matter who get offended, this shit is premeditated
So if I said it, I meant it
[Interlude]
[Ubiquitous:]
I dropped in just to say what up
Hip hop chuckled to itself and it created us
Laugh now but y'all dogs better rabie up
Cause on a real, ball hogs never made us much
My group precipitates skill, shade by the deal
Fools forget to play still chasing dollar bills
I'm feeling great fail if you cruising it's a race
You hit the brakes bail if you knew what it would take
To make sales, no run up on the state sales
My face pale, made a come up on some hate mail
It's all subtle boy, I hope you enjoy the rebuttal
Where with the trouble I just shrug when I point to the rubble
My coin stack, prepare the appointed task
They avoided the facts, I'm disappointed but back buoyant
I let him know that that soiling is rap poison
Comma for selling Belladonna I'll tell him Ill be out
[Interlude]
[Rittz:]
Bring it right back
There's more and I'm a need a night cap
Emcees be bugging me I need a fly trap
I'm fly as fuck, I look at you and see a piece of white trash
That got you heated, my bad
If I can beat him scrapping, I'm a stab him, leave a white gash
They leak and he gon need a dry rag
An ice pack, an eye patch, a life raft
I drown him in a pool of blood
I'm truly underground, I write my rhymes inside of my shaft
Frame by frame I stutter the game, it's like I seen a time lapse
And every lake is just as bad, I can't look past the traffic jam
Test the rappers they won't ever pass the class exam
Blazing like I lit a match and had a can of gas in hand
You make me mad on stage, I'll backhand a bitch like afro man
Snap a wrench in half and discipline you like a kid again
We stomping basic bitches need some titties and an ass implant
Cold blooded like I'm trapped beneath an avalanche
Keep bragging 'bout your record deal, I'll jack you 'fore you catch a fan
Bitch
[Interlude]
[Rittz:]
You can't be the best emcee if someone else is writing your raps
Tidal Wavy lyrics - Ces Cru
[Godemis:]
We ain't rocking with you clowns never no more
It's going down a level, CES is on that deep shit
Tidal wavy so that shady gotta drown slow
I'm telling whoever could ever keep a secret
You hightailing, I ain't even tryna reach it
You only care about yourself and that's weak shit
Never mind that cosign, you can keep it
We not inspired by you liars in the least bit
Open non aggression, guess I had enough of static
I don't need a power circle, all of y'all can have it
I don't even wanna rap, I do this out of habit
The blackest magic, I can pull a hat out of a rabbit
It's a mystery, me and Ubi compatible
We making history silly you wanna battle who
We calling audible oughta knew we had a few
Life is a bitch with a lot of bit of an attitude
And I done seen it all around these parts
Growing numb to the bum bloody fucking retard
Never go to be smart, better know if we start
We hear to teach a rookie that the poetry's art
You can only see as far as the eye will allow
If you been rocking with us, then you feel it by now
I never met a copycat who stealing my style
Lot of rappers prob'ly wouldn't if they only knew how
So
We ain't rocking with you clowns never no more
It's going down a level, CES is on that deep shit
Tidal wavy so that shady gotta drown slow
I'm telling whoever could ever keep a secret
You hightailing, I ain't even tryna reach it
You only care about yourself and that's weak shit
Never mind that cosign, you can keep it
We not inspired by you liars in the least bit
[Ubiquitous:]
Fuck your conspiracy theories just know that we conspire
I contemplate whether a man soul can be acquired
I'm walking on a wire, wonder what they desire
To see me succeed or tumble into a lake of fire
I'm in the same attire in the act got the lost
How can you do nothing but win and end up at a loss
I had to laugh it off, acting like he had the sauce
These hackers say I had a cross from the baddest boss
I'm sick as hell, pissing blood, used to have a cough
I hunt 'em down and hunt 'em all, same as Saginaw
We walk a war path, had to cross a dice road
Living for self and only self, you're prone to die alone
Rocking the microphone, CES is like a cyclone
Making the sky glow, turn up, call the dial tone
Get off your iPhone, boy I'm in the rhyme zone
Walking over pine-cones shining like a rhinestone
[Godemis:]
We ain't rocking with you clowns never no more
It's going down a level, CES is on that deep shit
Tidal wavy so that shady gotta drown slow
I'm telling whoever could ever keep a secret
You hightailing, I ain't even tryna reach it
You only care about yourself and that's weak shit
Never mind that cosign, you can keep it
We not inspired by you liars in the least bit
Average Joe lyrics - Ces Cru
Yeah
One, two
One, two
One, two
One, two
Yeah
Mic check
Mic check
One, two
One, two
Yeah
Strictly for the sake of my own amusement
Making music that I've imbued with illusion
That's all that life is and there's nothing to it
So what the fuck are y'all doing be human
You would never assume it, all the shit I'm in tune with
Give me two minutes, I'll put an end to the critics
Fair weather fans and cynics, I'm better with analytics
Simpleton savages couldn't manage to manage business
Averages averages they don't man I ran the percentage
Doing my civic duty and you couldn't get to Ubi
Living in the boonies, I fit the euphemism for loony
Looking ludicrous kabloo-y I blew this shit into kibbles n' bits
Belittle your clique, in the middle I sit
The killer city committee meet and kill 'em in third
I'm feeling disturbed when a villain emerged
Now I'm chilling, I'm as vicious as the realest you heard
With my pen I kill 'em absurd and rhyme seven syllable word
I'm not your average Joe
Hardcore, far more than the average
I'm as vicious as the realest you know
Only difference is consistence, I'm considered a pro
I don't got mad dough, cars, designer clothes but still
I'm not your average Joe
Maniac approach, my product is dope
You're listening to the pro with the accurate flow
Yo, I got one foot in the game, one foot on the floor
Head in the sky, hand on a panhandle a bum begging for more
Someone peg him as old, a stegosaurus oppose
My gumball's big and bold no regular so
Phenomenon John legendary heaven would know
I'm on a never-ending run, Dave Letterman
My enemies on a Ethan Hunt, but they can't get in my zone
Little Caesar one eight seven your soul, blow
You get the picture, closed caption, I know your stats
Expose negatives under developed photographs
I flow effortless, CES regiment growing fast
Deal intact, fuck around and feel the wrath, hold the math
Ja Rule told me that the pendulum swing
And that only the underground can bring an end to the king
He was looking stunted he stunted on him with treasure and bling
A man measured by the spread of his wing, put that on everything
Money was never a thing
I'm not your average Joe
Hardcore, far more than the average
I'm as vicious as the realest you know
Only difference is consistence, I'm considered a pro
I don't got mad dough, cars, designer clothes but still
I'm not your average Joe
Maniac approach, my product is dope
You're listening to the pro with the accurate flow
Say what you say, I'm in it 'til I get a few rings
I'll never Cobain, I'm lifted off this medical strain
I wet up your brain, I'm on a different level, insane
Evident save, vile villain with the venom in veins
I'll never change, like a residue with red and blue stains
They never knew they, would meet me
Then they'd met a new fate
An edible plate, if you're listening, I said a few things
Yeah, if you're listening, I said a few things
The Process (Guillotine) lyrics - Ces Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
It can't
It won't
It ain't gon'...
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Made in America, cover the grey areas
With black and white hysteria over the way we're pairing up
They wanna dig a grave for us to lay us in and bury us
The mumble rap-athon is on and on to the break of dawn
Rollin' up the green, pass it on, Grey Poupon
Pour a cup of lean and autotune it, how you make a song
Storin' up my chi, sorry if I kept you waiting long
Actin' like I left, well Ces is back in effect
Young rappers lackin' respect, they only after a check
Call it passive-aggressive fact, you not a fact or a threat
Take a knee and protest, Collin Kaepernick, I rep the backpackers to the death, most accurate yet
They pinnin' the blame on lyricism for our lack of success
I blow the spot, light the shade where they sleep
I pay to see you find your way inside this maze full of sheep, playin for keeps
They keep the gamepad locked and roll a Maybach drop
Pushin' out the stock hits to make the payroll pop
(The in-) The industry turnin' out the same old slop
But no, it can't (it can't), it won't (it won't), it ain't gon' stop
It ain't gon' stop
It ain't gon' stop
And babe twerkin' on the wall bettin' they gon' watch
Okay it might blow up, (it may) it may go pop
But no, it can't (it can't), it won't (it won't), it ain't gon' stop
[Godemis:]
From my critique of what I'm peepin', it's a lame scene
They set you up to fail, they on the same team
Nobody questions what's your method man, you Gangrene
Rappers hate on actors, but the fact is they the same thing
Everything is mainstream, sleepers had the same dream
Suppose what you click for the pictures and let the chain swing
But what would happen if these rappers ever came clean?
Kickin' it to peasants with the message, "We the same thing"
I've seen so many who hustled and no avail
Intent to get a chain, but they playin' a show and tell
I'm losin' my religion, so Satan can go to hell
And if such a place exists, I'll be safe if you hold a cell
I heard you makin' 'em statements that we some suckers
Once and for all, let me set this shit straight for you motherfuckers
We never made a record and tried to shop it to Trav and Tech
We made it off the strength of our talent and havin' that respect
[Ubiquitous:]
I let the name drop, and wonder how he stay so hot
My team sittin' on a couple things they don't got
(The in-) The industry turnin' out the same old slop
And no, it can't (it can't), it won't (it won't), it ain't gon' stop
It ain't gon' stop
It ain't gon' stop
The new world order was an age old plot
Okay it might blow up, (it may) it may go pop
But no, it can't (it can't), it won't (it won't), it ain't gon' stop
You wanna front what? Get your tomato squashed
They washed up, dried out, they lost their Play-Doh top
Go 'head, hit me with everything you pendejos got
I got the fuego chop, they wanna wait on pop
But Biggie can't save us, and Iggy can't save us
I don't suppose I can either, so I can't say much
These skinny-jean ass rappers can't stand straight up
They lookin' like my grand-daddy with the pants they bust
I'm still saggin' I came to soak your fan-base up
Emancipate your people, fuck your whole campaign up
I'm in the ring rollin' with both of my hands taped up
Shadowboxing until clear channel mandates us
Their whole plan-a sucked
They wanna band-aid cuts
Tryin' to rub us out, fuck a cunt and sandpapers
They landscape as such, what kinda chance do we got?
You know it can't, it won't, it ain't gon' stop
(Yeah)
Purge lyrics - Ces Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
You can get a feel for what's beyond us
Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
So really what's the word
So really what's the word
Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
You can get a feel for what's beyond us
Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
Men and women lie so really what's the word
If I'm lying and I'm dying, a killer must emerge
Fill a bust to burst 'til I'm feeling up to purge
See the world is yours and it ain't hard to tell
Look up in the sky, you can start to smell
Smoke in the air, smoke smoke in the lung
Nobody should ever fly this close to the sun
Wings melted down, flesh felt the burn
Tumble to the ground with no self concern
Kill an Afghani man or go help the curd
Earn a purple heart if you don't go to hell first
Win a Pulitzer or a Nobel prize but they won't tell why
They let those shells fly
Got a cosell sign, cosign to sell
Sell 'em like phosphorous both sides'll fail
Young men die while the old timers help themselves
Staking power but only time will tell
Terminate terrorists override the cell
Fore a state fell, the government backoo
Marine coming home, he covered in tattoo
Stuck in the past, post traumatic Iraq mood
Iraq's not Iraq, it's really Iraq fool
Lieutenants say they're pulling the pilly to pop dudes
And citizens in the inner city can not move
From Fallujah, Baghdad, Syria, Kabul
C'mon
Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
You can get a feel for what's beyond us
Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
So really what's the word
So really what's the word
[Godemis:]
Everybody gather 'round, I don't wanna hear a sound
When I hit 'em with the motherfucking facts now
Bringing everything to light with the universal might
So for anybody saving in the background
Fuck pigs with a passion for blasting my nade
Ain't even put my brother through a proper pat down
How I know I'm finna crack has been a matter of fact
They could never see the signal when I crackdown
Then now we got 'em murdering the track down
We need a reason for they why he had to clap rounds
These pigs get to go ahead to pop while
We put them in power they only wanna act out
Crack files in the pound by the trap house
Is open twenty four seven, how they rap 'bout
Bee-gees go to be the heat with that clout
He breaking even he don't need to get the cash out
I'm figuring I'm in the middle of a war zone
They come in weather or not if anyone's home
I don't imagine they could win a war with no clones
They got a pin on everybody with a go phone
You might as well be a middle man in the midi
A black cloud's covering every bit of the city
You never see us coming together and it's a pity
We all pissed off, the situation is shitty
See we need to band together, swear to never run
No retreat and no surrender when whoever come
Fighting for freedom is a battle that ain't ever done
And if you break it, they just build a bigger better one
[Ubiquitous:]
Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch
You can get a feel for what's beyond us
Everything you hearing, not really what you heard
So really what's the word
So really what's the word
Gridlock lyrics - Ces Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
You heard about it but, couldn't believe it
That they would kill a man, just for breathin'
And you were thinking fat chance there's a reason
Until you hear the BLAT BLAT then you see it
You heard about it but, couldn't believe it
That they would kill a man, just for breathin'
And you were thinking fat chance there's a reason
Until you hear the BLAT BLAT then you see it
Well okay now they thinking that the gunplay
Was just an isolated thing from the one place
I tell 'em hell naw keep a celly cell on
And follow Philando, Alton and Delrawn
Out in Dallas they were caught up in the onslaught
Had a couple cop ducking from the pop pop
Body drop it was looking like he on top
Then they killed that motherfucker with the bomb bot
Now we cooking up the beef and the grill hot
You ain't heard about the deal with the Chilcot
It's a jagged little pill and the pill caught
In your throat and you wonder when it will stop
Greenpeace on the beach for the whale watch
Innocent still sittin' in a cell block
Got you wishin' on a tail of the Hale-Bopp
Lookin' for the gold ticket in the mailbox
Got a broke down livin' in my locale
Killa city block business you ain't know about
Donald Trump on a ticket we don't know how
Everybody lined up hopin' that their vote count
Maybe for their kids sake, how do you dictate
The real winner when they runnin' in a fixed race
Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way
Gridlock on the government of this day, and everybody in the senate on a sick day
Lawmakers all caught up in the red tape, I read about it and I'm feeling like a headcase
Now they sayin' that I might've made a mistake, and I probably shoulda put it on a mixtape
Instead I put it on my name is on a list tape
And if they kill me then my baby mama gets paid FUCK Y'ALL
We can pretend we don't see it like our lids, locked
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I got caught up and get, got
Grid, lock
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I get caught up and get, got
[Godemis:]
Everybody so uneducated on the problem, I don't think I'll live to see the day that people solve it
Killin' unarmed individuals in cold blood, now if that ain't murder what the fuck am I to call it?
They don't even give a shit and everybody saw it, why would they, when they running around lawless
Acting like a ghetto celebrity, when they floss it, worst kept secret everybody who lost it
What's the repercussion for puttin' bodies in coffins
When you got a family member running for office
Moving in the circle of real killers and bosses, who the one to lose and they never take any losses
Anybody be gone yes pardon me but your honor, I don't want to be conned, and I don't want to be conquered
I don't want to be caged, and I don't want to be master
I don't want to be instrumental in a disaster
Murdering them and after, gathering all the data
I can see what the media thinking don't really matter
People do what they gotta do to make a move up the ladder
Sticking whoever long as their pockets are getting fatter
Mama's are getting madder, daddy don't give a damn
If people are in the street dedicating the jam, I'm looking at mother nature hollering no ma'am
Killing the little piggy literally going ham
And the fat cats acting like they know best
Live a carefree life feeling no stress
Will they ever pay for it never know I guess
But they don't give a shit about a protest
I said the fat cats acting like they know best
Live a carefree life feeling no stress
Will they ever pay for it never know I guess
But they don't give a shit about a protest
We can pretend we don't see it like our lids, locked
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I got caught up and get, got
Grid, lock
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I get caught up and get, got
Grid, lock
Gotta get mine before I get caught up and- [Gunshots and screaming]
Slave lyrics - Ces Cru
Yeah
Oh gosh - oh gosh - oh gosh
Lookit
I know and understand what happen to costs
People, they be so in the dark about the natural laws
And I guess the focal point's attacking the cause
And understand that nothing blue under the sun at all
Why even act if you're only acting accordingly
And wouldn't dare to challenge the power of that authority
Not everybody but I'm a say the majority
Are under mind control and won't never notice cause morally
They numb enough to take you out just the same
You can master the non-aggression once you balance your brain
If you agree to play the game you have no right to complain
Love is the law to all of ya'll and I'm just doing my thang!
Why even pick it cause you failed to engage
When you don't even realize the got your head in a cage
The rats race and headed straight to the maze
And you don't get the message even though the stress it on stage
Ain't nothing ill nothing you say real words
Get re-acquainted with the brakes cause it may build nerves
And a slave will serve
And a slave will serve
And a slave will serve
And a slave will serve
And a slave, and a slave, and a slave
And a slave, and a slave, and a slave...
Really hurts me to say
It taught you how to behave
You've got one foot in the grave
You've gotta know you're a slave
You're a - You're a - a
Now think about if everything was to flip up
You taxin' everybody they don't know it's a stick up
The politicians prolly just forgetting they tip sucked
Whoever makes the cut is next in line for the nip-tuck
The freedom fighters crumbling when it gets rough
Retreating is a form of weakness we can see shit stuck
Its sick to think about how much the frequency missed us
Manipulated media keeps leaving us mixed up (fuck)
And now its time I harness all of my skill
And exercise the right to act when love is under my will
Internalize the vigilance and never stop it until
The crooked people put in power know this isn't a drill
For real
Why even pick it cause you failed to engage
When you don't even realize the got your head in a cage
The rats race and headed straight to the maze
And you don't get the message even though the stress it on stage
Ain't nothing ill nothing you say real words
Get re-acquainted with the brakes cause it may build nerves
And a slave will serve
And a slave will serve
And a slave will serve
And a slave will serve
And a slave, and a slave, and a slave
And a slave, and a slave, and a slave...
Really hurts me to say
It taught you how to behave
You've got one foot in the grave
You've gotta know you're a slave
You're a - You're a - a
Rock Out lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Tech N9ne)
Aaaah
Yeah
Look it
[Godemis:]
I do mean to be too mean
Shining like I do with new bling
And anybody wanna bite our routine
Will get cut like stella with the groove thing, back
And I mean that, bro homo
I'll cut that cunt looking like I don't know
I don't care, you can stand right there
I'll still play the money shot back in slow-mo
And four for the photo
I got zero tolerance for the po-po
They're unaware that I know
How to get whenever we ducking the five o
Look alive, this my show
That said, I don't gotta be macho
Moving the merchandise, I'm like Costco
Chop cheddar it's redder when it's not yours
Killer city committee we got shots for
Anybody who thinking that we not dope
They taking aim when I'm not close
Claim they can hang, we're like gyro
Shit ain't the same and I got jokes
Punchlines connected with my quotes
I'm on a landslide and I got votes
And I'm leaping off of that top rope
Coming in hot like I wanna chop throats
CES Cru, we the new hip hop hope
One in a million will not rock boats
And they wondering is it ever gonna stop nope, please
With enemies like these we don't need anymore
We made a path and we came through it
Put a snake and a bat on the back of a fan when you rep that Strange Music
[Tech N9ne:]
Suck my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions
Rock out, rock out
Rock out, rock out
[Ubiquitous:]
Do my own thang
What they gon' say? no say
Break it out my pocket when I pay for play
Book a three k for booker DJ
With the spirit of the Andre tell him obey
I see my face in the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I'm doing great, got my syllables straight
Turn a rapper yellow with the killer cold play
Feeling myself, they be feeling old age
I strip away they ego, I don't need a codename
Mister billion a, really don't play
Augment a intellect silicone brain
Numbing up my nerve now I'm feeling no pain
Loading up a gun but will it go bang
And they wanna ask, is he okay
Are you serious, I'm doing just fine
I was living down low, you was up high
From the underground now we're moving up, climb
I'm a drop another album do it up fly
Bust another round now it's shoot-em-up time
I don't gotta gap but I gotta mouthpiece
Put 'em onto the mat and I pin 'em down count three
I'm a push a boundary coming for the bounty
Man I wasn't wonder why could they diggy-doubt me
Take a va-cay, I never been to Maui
Never dream about sleep, but I'm feeling drowsy
So they know a couple things and they wanna out me
Zipping up a lip when they come around me
Talking bad you don't wanna fuck around please
Godemis, U-B-I, with the killer clown G, the king
[Tech N9ne:]
One thing 'bout rock music when ya good, you get them dames
White bitches, they want the main vein
Wanna get ahead of the pack to give brain
Put the middle leg in they lap
Get it wrapped then they begging for that
Matter fact, if you got the stacks say where the orgy at
Then a lot of whores come for the sack
Ain't nobody fucking with the sinner, no solely shit
Keeping it popping, that's how the most stay rich
When I go lay hits, get a hoe way lit
Then I'm off in her mouth and I be the Colgate bitch
Uh, Everybody love a nigga ripping it
Uh, Make a lot of money then I'm kicking it
Uh, why ya lady begging me to dip it in
Uh, stick it in, Uh, Uh, Uh
You can bet the N9na got guts
Every chick been around me got fucked
And she never better come around and make it pop up
Cause I'm bussin on everything and make her mop up
Then smoke that, super loud and we
Choke that, looking around will be
So fat, back in her mouth and she throat that (Bo-sack)
I got the cottonmouth
She stuck in here with my jocking mouth
Can't understand what she talking 'bout
When she making a blood spit Sriracha out
Tecca N9na got you lots of clout
I gotta be real with you
I got a big feeling you dropping out
Cause we took her the cocking route
That's the way that we rocking out
Bitch
Suck my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions
Rock out, rock out
Rock out, rock out
Bust my load and she eats up, that's called devotion
Rock out, rock out
Rock out, rock out
Metal And Flesh lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Murs)
[Ubiquitous:]
Wake at the break of day, write 'till the crack of dawn
Passion'll splash the page, peer pressure I'll pack it on
Rolling with CES I got the unity
They waiting on breakups holding ya breath
Well stop it, you can breathe
So in the best of my community, my vocal open up global investment opportunities
Nobody guessed that I would do these things
Manifested my destiny, acting out my lucid dreams
I see you overly stressed about your moody ring
Run the jewelry while these rappers acting like beauty queens
Nobody messing with the U to B, I to the Q-U-I to the T-O
To the U to the S to the death copy
I'm what they thought was humanly
Possible Rocko popping locking they shot then shoot at please
Put no stock in your flock of scrutiny
Officer of chopping hip hop I could talk it fluently
It's not what you thought
They thought they could out-maneuver me
Drop it like it's hot so I pop at your top while you asleep
[Godemis:]
Skill is a weapon I test in a millisecond
And you will accept it the catastrophic event specialists
Emerge from the rubble CES settle the mess
Rebel on mesh, metal and flesh, peddling death
From my perspective the path to freedom is clear to see
This one is for the Nesha ignore it living in fear to be
Trump's a modded model of Hillary
Cause both of them do dirt and have zero accountability
Swear they could never care bout a G
They drunk off chugging powers they paying the cowards salary
Fuck how you see it, we need to face it for how it be
Cause man created laws that were never based in morality
If you fucking suck, you should swallow
The best crew is the CES Cru and yes you can trust the motto
I do the devil's work twice as much as you follow
Cause U-B-I and Godi's like Tyson and Cus D'amato
Baddest duo you know I'm spitting facts
Take whatever's dissing my mission's getting this shit to crack
Keep a grammar Glock on my person merkin' with different gats
Cause nowadays these rappers I'm hearing seem to forget to rap
[Ubiquitous:]
Skill is a weapon I test in a millisecond
And you will accept it the catastrophic event specialists
Emerge from the rubble CES settle the mess
Rebel on mesh, metal and flesh, peddling death
[Murs:]
Murs third willing and dealing a lots of ass whoopings
Fuck a pass, foot on the gas, that means I'm past tripping
Turning little shit into big things
Pain Bruce Wayne meets Bane, that means I'll clip ya wings
Back cracking still backpacking raps slacking
Played out like white tees and snap rapping
Laffy taffy in baggy jeans
It's over for 'em they crying Jordan I mean the saddest meme
Beat drops for them beatbox
My silly thugs take billy clubs and then they beat cops
Non violence a non issue I don't agree
Stressing in the streets protesting, oh no that won't be me
Shoot first, we shoot back homie with buzzer beaters
Game over they ain't no soldiers they just some fucking cheaters
Wife beaters with badges get filled with bullet holes
Spress mail send them to hell cause jail is full of those
Deja Vu lyrics - Ces Cru
You beg me to stay
The way we behave, there's nowhere to go
[Ubiquitous:]
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Love is love until the loving is hate
We fuss and fight until there's nothing to say
We must've might've gone our separate ways
And satisfied until somebody else step in our place
You said we would be the best of friends, friendship can change
Now we're spitting at each other like some venomous snakes
We go to war and then forgive, but can't forget the mistakes
When you in love, you stick together, do whatever it takes
I'm sayin', I'm feeling high and then I get set in my place
Then I re-retaliate with heavy weapons and rage
And now we, breaking apart and I regret what I say
Agreeing on somewhere to meet while I'm collecting your things again
Now I'm a lover when I step in the ring
Then I become a prizefighter, turn reckless and swing
My blow connected, now you're feeling rejected and cling
A spin cycle and the stress that it bring
Is making a mess of my brain
Oh baby
Seems we can't be sane
We spin out of control
With the way we behave
There's nowhere to go
So I leave, and you beg me to stay
It's so crazy
Now I know, with the way we behave
There's nowhere to go but up
[Godemis:]
I think about you every now and again
Curious, wonder how you've been
Reminiscing back when I was your friend
Knew I was pressing, guess I had to pretend
Like I didn't have it the baddest, I added you to the picture
Over a little time you became a permanent fixture
We perfected the mixture, read each other the scripture
Out of the blue I knew what was happening, wasn't quick ta
Say that I had an issue, I deaded communication
You became even colder because of the situation
Hatching to you was facing a breakup or separation
Told her this could occur, you preferred to get next to Jason
And forget information, I wasn't chasing you down
Open to making up the breakup if only you down
Yeah if only you down, yeah if only you down
Open to making up the breakup if only you down
[Ubiquitous:]
Oh baby
Seems we can't be sane
We spin out of control
With the way we behave
There's nowhere to go
So I leave, and you beg me to stay
It's so crazy
Now I know, with the way we behave
There's nowhere to go but up
[Ubiquitous (Godemis):]
I play my part to make a change while you aim at my heart
From day-to-day you created your mark, bae
Illuminate the way, I'm too afraid of the dark
I'm hardly speaking to you, communication is sparse, hello?
You make it hard, I mean it's difficult, boo
For me to move on in my life while I be trippin' off you
(Sick as the witches with the wickedest brew
No I don't mind 'cause most the time she make it do what it do
She made an art out of how to take my heart and rip it in two
No glass slippers for the chickens to be dippin' into
A sacred rendezvous, or a case of Deja Vu
To realize that givin' chase is what I ain't gon' do)
There's no exception to rules
See, everybody played the fool up in her
But who would shoot a cupid's arrow if they knew that it hurt?
(No problem doing the dirt
When you was doing it worse
Relationship is syncing second but first things first
[Ubiquitous:]
Oh baby
Seems we can't be sane
We spin out of control
With the way we behave
There's nowhere to go
So I leave, and you beg me to stay
It's so crazy
Now I know, with the way we behave
There's nowhere to go but up
Hero lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Mackenzie Nicole)
[Godemis:]
I'm aware that right now a lot of us feel like chips are down
Sick of bein' kicked around
Thrown on the ground, picked right back up then tossed in the lost and found
Stumblin', lost your ground but it sounds like a chance for you to recover quickly
If you know anything about a struggle at all, the hustle is real, you probably already get me
So I need all of you with me
The Killer City committee, the Middi West version
Of the Avengers goin' harder than Bobby and Whitney
The enemy's shifty, so we gotta react swiftly
Whenever negativity hit me, I try to get it in check quickly
Came to know playing the role of a psycho is not gon' fit me
Cause I'm not so fifty, but I do know this
We all have the power, in every moment the time is ours
Counting minutes, seconds, hours
Death to cowards, fight the power
Smite the lions, light the fires -
Brighter, higher, 'till we burn 'em down
Take the tables that we turn around
It's worth the search if freedom's found
(And you're a hero)
[Mackenzie Nicole:]
What we need is a hero
Someone who's always strong
A source of light when things go wrong
What we need is a - hero
Who's always there to take flight
Who can mend our wounds and defends our rights
What we need is a hero
Someone prepared to lead the way
Who can brave our world and save our day
Hero, who always knows what to do
Someone like me
Someone like you
What we need is a hero
[Ubiquitous:]
I watch it all unfold, and then I take my chosen road
This one goes out to everybody livin' state to state, place to place, and coast to coast
They're ridin' in, committin' acts of violence that leave us divided, you can take your own control
The kids lookin' up to us for guidance, now they wanna try it, how were they supposed to know?
It's like we all wanna fly (Uh), nobody wanna phone on the line but
Sometimes you gotta swallow your pride and apologize
For all of the time you were wrong and cauterized the wounds that we harbor inside (Uh)
Ain't nobody perfect, we need to organize the community, stop living like Lord of the Fly
I know it might seem hard, it's important to try to keep a light on and centered at the core of your life
Go to war with a mic
Shoot 'em down with a peace sign
The system of control is an intelligent design
It need a second look, and many elements refined
We're lookin' for a hero that can help us defeat crime and settle the beef
If you only throw a rock at police lined, you're really not a rebel to me
It isn't us vs. them, we all one, stand together in unity better than lyin' dead in the street
(And what we need is a hero)
[Mackenzie Nicole:]
What we need is a hero
Someone who's always strong
A source of light when things go wrong
What we need is a - hero
Who's always there to take flight
Who can mend our wounds and defends our rights
What we need is a hero
Someone prepared to lead the way
Who can brave our world and save our day
Hero, who always knows what to do
Someone like me
Someone like you
What we need is a hero
And this world is what you make it (Oh yeah)
In the end we gonna make it
What we need is a hero
Someone who's always strong
A source of light when things go wrong
What we need is a - hero
Who's always there to take flight
Who can mend our wounds and defends our rights
What we need is a hero
Someone prepared to lead the way
Who can brave our world and save our day
Hero, who always knows what to do
Someone like me
Someone like you
What we need is a hero
Hangout lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
[Godemis:]
See they ain't knowing what the game do
Or what a little bit of fame do
I been a whole lot of places, met a lot of real ones
Who don't love me how they claim to
Try to convince a nigga they care
The truest mood'll never play fair
I was down looking 'round for anyone there
Scared to be, such a fucking rarity it's unfair
Shots fired, fly by, I ain't blaming 'em
Armed to the teeth just with the pieces and I'm aiming 'em
How we get to clappin' out of rappin' entertainin' 'em
I need a case, lighting up the hole in the cranium
Shit list full of enemies, I'm never naming 'em
Curse in they vicinity and anyone who came with 'em
Curry in a hurry taking shots and I'm draining 'em
And I can't seem to find a single drop worth the shame in 'em
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Yeah, y'all got it, y'all run it
That's what you already don't know
Your turn, we're on it
That's what you already don't know
And we ain't even thinking bout repping where we from
That's what you already don't know
You keep it loud, don't want nothing
That's what you already- Hold up
Hangout
You gon see what a nigga gonna do when a nigga don't
Hangout
A couple of them odd ones just for you, talking bout
Hangout
A couple of them choppers they misfits, choppers they missin'
Hangout
Ay, better find out, that boy that ticket to kick it
[Ubiquitous:]
They been jocking for a long time
Long line, try'na get inside the combine
It's all fine, grass green over on our side
I move 'em in and move 'em out, wicked raw hide
They really part time, I'm pulling O-T
You mighta had me little daddy but I broke free
I handle bidness but the bidness really low-key
It seem familiar but killer, you don't know me
And you don't own me, show me a land deed
I let 'em know I'm doing everything you can't see
And homie you don't want no problems, you get one chance
We ain't even thinking bout repping where we from fam
They wanna hang with us, wishing they came with us
Let's keep it real, we ain't even in the same bidness
This entertainment, the money, power, and fame bidness
It's same same, while they thinking it's the same difference
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Yeah, y'all got it, y'all run it
That's what you already don't know
Your turn, we're on it
That's what you already don't know
And we ain't even thinking bout repping where we from
That's what you already don't know
You keep it loud, don't want nothing
That's what you already- Hold up
Hangout
You gon see what a nigga gonna do when a nigga don't
Hangout
A couple of them odd ones just for you, talking bout
Hangout
A couple of them choppers they misfits, choppers they missin'
Hangout
Ay, better find out, that boy that ticket to kick it
My lip is like a hundred round clip
Enough to make another nigga turn around
I wish he could just turn around and dip
Suicide but I'm a turn the gun around
And you bother nobody
Blazing some CES, Ubi, Godi
And I'm rocking with the KOD he
Got me a check for my rap, money
[Ubiquitous (Krizz Kaliko):]
Yeah, I got it, yeah I run it
(That's what you already don't know)
It's your turn, we don't want it
(That's what you already don't know)
We ain't even thinking bout repping where we from
(That's what you already don't know)
You keep it all, don't want none
(That's what you already- Hold up)
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Hangout
You gon see what a nigga gonna do when a nigga don't
Hangout
A couple of them odd ones just for you, talking bout
Hangout
A couple of them choppers they misfits, choppers they missin'
Hangout
Ay, better find out, that boy that ticket to kick it
Ghetto Celebrity lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. J.L., Joey Cool, & Info Gates)
[Bre the 1st Lady:]
Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
[Godemis:]
Ain't no time to fuck around
It sound like we got a hit
If you call yourself a rapper, that just mean you gotta spit
All I hear is bars about these bitches and Bugatti shit
Everybody hating, ain't enough to get new Godi lit
[Info Gates:]
John C. Holmes in the kitchen, fuck him and beat him
Y'all are ass backwards like if you can't join 'em then beat 'em
[Joey Cool:]
See me finger fuck the world while you fuckers fighting for freedom
They be trying to put the scope on the demon but never see him
Believe what you see and what they can add at a pair a diem
Now gates make a marinate, light the grill up and fucking eat 'em
[Ubiquitous:]
So what's the reason for jealousy, envious lust and treason
You feel like we're Justin Bieber, I feel like you must be dreaming
For real
[JL:]
We been scheming up and in the pop offs
Everybody got my side guns
We the definition of a squad goes hard
Line 'em up, that's what the blindfold's for
Strange bro, that's happening
Gang flow, that's gassing
Kill in cold blood fashion
Then we carry our gold pass it
[Bre the 1st Lady:]
Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
[Ubiquitous:]
U-B-I be, I be, all up in your favorite places
We gotta be paid, we made it
We don't want my name in faces
But that doesn't make me famous
They said that we Boujee, they basic
Committee come get it straightened
And killer, the city where ghetto celebrity stat was generated
[JL:]
The levels were penetrated
Incredibles demonstrated
Play to pay them keeping them sedated
Slated get 'em keeping them persuaded
[Info Gates:]
Ultra uno, CES
You're listening to killer city's best
I ain't playing, players the only button you should press
Do we hustle, yes, muscle chest midwest
Specialists'll catchin' wreck
You catching up, we catching checks
[Godemis:]
Place your bet, better put respect on it
And I reckon no enemies want it
I'm reppin' KCC on it
And it seems we see no opponents
[Joey Cool:]
You know what I swing for the fences
It ain't no suspense and I beat on my chest like an ape
And I like goin' to the booth while I'm wearing a suit and come out in a cape
And I'm out of your reach but I'm all in your face
While we be in this bitch, we are vain in this space
All you ratatouille rappers stuck in the race
Talking all gas pedal no brakes
[Bre the 1st Lady:]
Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
[Info Gates:]
Who got them dope lines
Who selling Ajax
They wanna get paid, we want some payback
This year's that Trayvon and Freddy Gray rap
Rock 'em like Aesop, I mean like A$AP
These pussies name drop but never say jack, they whack
[Joey Cool:]
Get down on your lay flat
Careful where you try'na take that
Still picking up lines by the fist
Sixth time, you don't play that
[Godemis:]
Take 'em back into an ADAT
Stretch 'em out just like a wave cap
Anybody fucking with the committee we chaining 'em up on the train tracks
[Ubiquitous:]
Take 'em way back where I forged this
Off of forty third street and Warwick
Til the coordinates up at Strangeland
Metamorphosis of a changed man
[Godemis:]
No coordinates for the game plan
And I'm staring at 'em through the ray bans
Hoping everybody's getting saved then
I'm a leave 'em in peace with an amen
[JL:]
Man it's overkill when they change hands
Altogether, it is monumental
Confident we in the right position
I will tell you bout it but it's confidential
Undeniably it is official
Bout to fuck 'em all and we will not be gentle
Who the hell is hating, we was sent to get you
This is motivation it is influential
[Ubiquitous:]
And I'm under the influence
And truly y'all never know how to settle
Moving on beyond the outer levels
This celebrity coming up out the ghetto
[Bre the 1st Lady:]
Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
Same Same lyrics - Ces Cru
[Godemis:]
Tyson with the punchline, pray I never sock a chick
Campin' on the low, back when black connect was droppin' shit
If it's on the TV, probably never see me rockin' it
Gotta know what's popular so I can do the opposite
Homie I don't follow trends, conin' with a lot of friends
Never leave the house, if I went out, you know I got it in
Quickest way for me to loosen up is with a lot of gin
Stumble in the party, everybody holla not again
Yeah the haters spotted him, he be wavin' at em' too
They ain't hurtin' nothin' over here, so I play it cool
I remember when I would've went in, but I'm off that
Instead of blowin' up, I'm growin' up and I can floss that
You fucking with the boss, Jack
What are you a cashier?
Prolly count it quick fast friend, get a cash here
Really need to ándale, I'm giving you a pass here
Plus you got your body full of molly, same as last year
[Godemis (Ubiquitous):]
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
Ubi what they doin' bro?
(Bro they on the same thing)
You must be fucking with me, right?
(No they on the same thing)
Oh they on that same same?
(Bro they on that same same)
[Ubiquitous:]
Female or male, white and black all American
Create the color contrast for comparison
Icon class bombastic, I buried him
Erosion for your axle, hack and slash, so cesarean
Assholes are arrogant, maybe they need therapy
Welcome to the terrordome, clara- for your clarity
Powered by the metronome, not so necessarily
By any means, truth tellin' chopping at your cheery tree
Copy cats stare at me, I react hysterically
Catch you for your copyrights, consequence of charity
Do it for my day-one's, double back on day two
Curse upon my name and now I'm coming back to slay you
Same game, same crew, came in with the same shoes
Same clothes, twenty-three days still I can't lose
Same mood no matter the difference of the day I do this
Same shit, smooth bro, I do it like my debut
Yeah!
[Godemis (Ubiquitous):]
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
Ubi what they doin' bro?
(Bro they on the same thing)
You must be fucking with me, right?
(No they on the same thing)
Oh they on that same same?
(Bro they on that same same)
[Interlude]
[Godemis (Ubiquitous):]
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
Ubi what they doin' bro?
(Bro they on the same thing)
You must be fucking with me, right?
(No they on the same thing)
Oh they on that same same?
(Bro they on that same same)
Famished (Remix) lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. PERSEPH1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz, & J.L)
[Ubiquitous {Godemis}:]
K-K-Kato on the track bitch!
Yeah, yeah!
Ces Cru Malitia
PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)
Trizz...
[Ubiquitous & PERSEPH1:]
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
[PERSEPH1:]
The smoke in the lights
Snap necks for the checks poltergeist
Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic
Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice
Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried
[?] will shrimp you then inside
A riot type of hate vibe
Worth every cent at market price
I'm a just get it in
Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice
Dive into a pull of sharks
That's all for my tribe
Bring back a fish alive
Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide
Married to the bars like my name is prescription
Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians
Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)
They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance
[Ubiquitous:]
CES militia, y'all know the steed
I spoke to speak so folks can eat
Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef
Fuck can we do about food, no groceries
I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers
I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger
Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer
Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner
Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners
My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider
Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat
Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans
Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo
Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle
Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent
Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is
Bitch
[Godemis:]
Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight
Man, I'm going, gotta get another one
Anybody hate finna get ate
Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum
I'm never down and whenever they come for it
I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit
They need to be paying attention but can't afford it
We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it
Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes
My team is the meanest, I mean it
Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind
It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission
I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line
Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter
I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow
We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table
The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow
[Ubiquitous:]
Ho-Homie gotta get his
He give a fuck how I get mine
Maybe my name'll make the headline
Doing fed time standing on the breadline
Now I'm hype and I'm fed up
Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck
I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
They shoulda never not fed us
What are we going to do about food? (Joey)
What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)
You motherfuckers should've never not fed us
[Kutty Slitz:]
If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man
Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban
If you ain't ever been around a good man
Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend
Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then
You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam
And if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown
I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it
Hey, but I gotta have it with it
But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave
With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee
In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP
In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave
Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease
Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em
I gotta...
[Trizz:]
Ay, It's the survival of the fittest
Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen
We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken
Rotisserie style on a stick like a piggy
Whatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it
I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission
Even if that involve killing some bitches
Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished
Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack
Niggas three deep in the back of the latch
If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react
To the drama they causing make niggas relax
Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES
They know who to call when they go to the west
If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect
If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check
[JL:]
Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them
Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan
Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when
I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand
Fuck that
Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real
See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail
Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell
I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle
Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach
Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance
All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily
Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me
Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it
Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it
They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret
Hunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated
[Ubiquitous:]
Homie-Homie gotta get his
He give a fuck how I get mine
Maybe my name'll make the headline
Doing fed time standing on the breadline
Now I'm hype and I'm fed up
Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck
I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
Recession Proof lyrics - Ces Cru
K-K-Kato on the track bitch!
[Verse 1 - Ubiquitous:]
Yeah, let me set the mood, CES the CRU!
Times hard, money down, but we're gettin' through
Cash flow and market crash, I'm still collecting loot
Be ware who you come around and are connected to
Back in affect my crew'll let you know I rep the new
They stack the deck I use what I have as a steppin' stool
Ces said it true, now let it spread and move, credit due
Fed it unleaded fuel, reap the benefits when it grew
Stackin' my revenue, they act like they never knew
I'm tappin' all the markets; black, white, red, and blue
The fact that Ces sold 45k is incredible
The prophets rise as I philosophize from a peasant's throne
Success not set in stone, nothing's ever guaranteed
Made the dues for me to pay until they gave me clarity
We see the game as clear as day, I never do hear your name
The residue of fear is hate, tell it to steer away
Homie connect the clues, the plan is place any bets you lose
Time's hard, money down, but we're gettin' through
[Hook - Ubiquitous:]
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Cash flow and market crash, I'm collectin' loot
[Verse 2 - Godemis:]
(I'm off the wall screaming leave me alone hoe)
Don't beat it Billie Jean
Approach the dock, park it
Ya highest reign, that plane'll crash like the stock market
To me it's funny, these dummies is broke as auntie-tough
Money's in the family, sucks the plan is to ante up
Bust in the air and the second they hear that blast blaow
Hop over the counter and count up what's in the cash cow
I'm Robin Hood with a stack of fetty to pass out
Relocate myself like I'm Prince in this bitch, I'm assed out
Go dumb for duckets, y'all kick the bucket and stay broke
Just as soon as we leave the saloon, we robbing the stagecoach
Lames acting the saddest, mad at the way we flip the script
Plus everybody's lunchin' on something, let's get the chips and dip
Grab my Glock with custom pistol grips, get fucked with just the tip
Snatch a cup of blood from a gravedigger and take a sip
Prob'ly flip right into a grave soon as it hits the lip
Radar serpent, I ain't afraid, I know it's just a blip
[Verse 3 - Ubiquitous:]
Just left my home it's time
You know my rhyme is ice cold and i'm steppin' through
I blindfolded my goals, line 'em up and execute
I saw your fuckin' show bro and I thought your set was cute
Actin' as if you got it on lock and there's nothin' left to dupes
I heard a lot of small talk and I up and left the room
Claimin' Pharaoh, not a Monche but built himself impressive tombs
They say what I spit is gas, I guess that my breath is fumes
Sick without a cure, I'm sure God blessed if I've infected you
They say that death consumes, I aim at the chest and shoot
Put my heart and soul on a track and pray that the record moves
Won't be satisfied 'til the legends say they respect my views
Do a sold out show and I see my name in electric hues
Let's set the fuse my man, today we affect the news
Times hard, money down, but we're gettin' through
[Hook:]
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Cash flow and market crash, I'm collectin' loot
[Bridge x2:]
Times hard, money down, true but we're gettin' through
Recession Proof, cash market crash, I'm collectin' loot
[Verse 4 - Ubiquitous & (Godemis):]
Punk, get ya bank up
Molly Brown motherfucker can't sink us
(Now, why they comin' with the picture but they can't bust)
Better pay us, gettin' wetter than a paintbrush
(If you goin' full, let a nigga fill a tank up)
Do you want more, we will fucking bankrupt
Now we're on a more tour
(Steadier than Bruce Lee on the fourth floor)
Now we're on the third puttin' words on the scoreboard
Every city I'm heard, bitch, give me my turn
(In the Midi I burn like hay, in the middle of a barn ok look away get sprayed)
They never get cake cause they never take this gray
(Hit this 'a', but they really lookin' (? ))
Shot shots ricochet, hit 'em when they aim this way
(Knock knock, pick a play, actin' like a bitch, get laid)
Hip hop out of the Midi West dipped in Strange
(So Rob Zombie, I'm finna get them brains
Hop up in another whip and then switch lanes)
When we got up into the game, we made a big bang
Now everybody has heard about our way the dick hang
This way, (that way)
Does it give me back pain, these motherfuckers wanna piggyback fame
(And they lookin' big Willy with his wiggy whack name)
In the state of Missouri, Killer City where cash reign
Ricochet lyrics - Ces Cru
Certified and superior Emcee
What better a way for us to celebrate and fucking roll things out?
The crew is Ces and yes, we came to make the whole thing bounce and move your neck
Recession proof pressed my band
Maneuver luminous
Plan to move it out the Midwest, Vancouver, Budapest
Yo, I must confess
It's new manure to address
Couldn't be more Young Thug if you were in a dress
Doing less, than a little and I mean it literally
Motherfuckers grind pitifully with a capital 'P'
We don't associate with those lames
I go in Lois Lane
Low and slow my aim
Slower and centered over your shoulder blades
Godi throw grenades while hollering "Flash out"
Start shit, chucking bricks when I live in a glass house
With they pseudo CES weaponry
How could they hope to have an effect on me?
It's like a hurricane on rage hoping to wet the sea
Tryna wreck a G
They falling off, catching leprosy
37 chambers, we taking them to the next degree
I don't know why they doubted us
When they bounced they sold out on us
My day ones hated, but Mama was so proud of us
They show malice to us, but the flow powerless
The ricochet commonly come from a low calibre
Ugh, the hate you gave
No doubt I'm a thug
Devouring y'all and all with the power of love
Brother I'm back working
Way that they use it, the Gat worthless
Standing inside a cube, while they shoot at a flat surface
Word on the street is to aim at your back turning
Came in the game to outsmart stupid and sack serpents
Jake the snake in the ring
Iron sheik with a turban
A fire breather, I'm burning, I find a reason to hurt 'em, word
Out in the street they call it murder
I don't know what you heard, but, uh, you're just a burger
Mini-Me and nothing further
I got your star marksman clutching burners and pulling out
Sniper harbour bullets bouncing off of Clark Kent
All of the disses they spitting are so repetitive
Niggas are nascent their knowledge is in the negative
Just begging
Without a fuck to give about what it was supposed to be to ya
They take lame aim, and then fire through social media
Ignore it until they fodder, I oughta be at a faction
See, they ain't hold me back y'all just look at the main attraction
They fucking haters debating on who's the best then
Again I do believe it's easier just to press in
Maybe they poppin' off, cause they wanna make an impression
The day they meet their maker pray it may teach them a lesson
They outside looking in tryna peep it
You blew it, I am LeWitt, my serpent's are few and secret
Decided to double diss 'em, leave 'em in disarray
I'm dwelling in oblivion, dummies, bullets will ricochet
And by the time you chime in you're merely a critic
Everybody telling you how to do it, they never did it, get it?
Famished lyrics - Ces Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
[Verse 1 - Ubiquitous:]
Lights on center stage, life sweet as lemonade
But it's sour too, motherfuckers wilin' out on the internet but they been afraid
Y'all know how I really feel, it's like same shit, different day
Hit 'em with the hot lights, roll up in the spot with a troll up in a box like fish and eggs
Yeah, yeah, keep shots ricochet
Smoke screen blurred a scene
Grind on my nemesis, rap boy scurred of me
They might have settled in, shit it never did occur to me
Hungry as I ever been, they said I'm the best since whoever ya bitch don't encourage me
We never got on free, egg on they face but it's not on me
Talkin' hella cheap took a shot on me
But when I see you on the scene take a shot on me
Sugar in they tank but it's not all sweet
Put 'em in they place where they not on beat
Put it on they face and they got all meat
Hey trickin' if you got it and forgot our treats
Halloween on Christmas day ya bitch
No clause are the same when they came with gifts
All you need is some balls and to bring your dick
Ain't no need for applause when I say that shit, boy
I see what I saw what I say's specific
The fuck would I be doin' if I played it different
Spent days in the kitchen, now my name is hittin'
Beat drop when I rock, whole place is trippin'
[Hook - Ubiquitous:]
Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine
Maybe my name'll make the headline
Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline
Now I'm hype and I'm fed up
Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck
I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(They shoulda never not fed us)
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)
[Verse 2 - Godemis:]
I put the water in the pot then
I let it come to a boil
Throw the noodle in after that
Flavor wrapped in the foil
Whippin' a motherfuckin' meal dawg
Rippin the package and it peeled off
I need to eat I'm finna kill off
Not givin' a fuck if it's still raw
F-A-R-O-U-T no lies
That can't nobody fornicate but me, oh my
You see us poppin' up everywhere nigga we don't die
I know ya hate but hold it in whenever we go by
Look at the level I'm on, I've gone hungry homie
You're right, I need a meal I put it on to show me
I get it how I get it so ya mom can blow me
I'm trynna get the bread and put it on bologna
My head on backwards, my thoughts are crossed out
And I don't give a fatherfuckin' fuck, I'm bossed out
Can never yellow diamond lemonade, I'm flossed out
And I don't know how many runners up, I lost count
Although my face is painted, homie no clown
I'm well aware that they refer to me low down
I'm on the throne and I don't even need no crown
Hand out a motherfuckin' turkey like I'm Nino Brown
Murderin' for a plate, wait, who's beside me?
And why them on the menu, dude can try me
I'm orderin' at random, do surprise me
But whatever it is, better supersize me
Honey ham on the wishlist, money gram and a slit wrist
And you can witness
What a man would do for a plate when he ran in the place
Hella jam with his biscuits
[Hook - Ubiquitous:]
Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine
Maybe my name'll make the headline
Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline
Now I'm hype and I'm fed up
Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck
I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(They shoulda never not fed us)
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)
[Ubiquitous:]
Man I'm hungry as hell man
Get this pizza, some bread-sticks...
Yeah...
Off The Hook lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Joey Cool)
[Voicemail:]
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[Verse 1 - Godemis:]
Last thing I recall was I was turned up with the DJ
Pat shot, another Pat shot, passed out for like 3 days
Woke up to an orgy, like poor me and I couldn't look
Came to my senses, got naked and it was off the hook
I took uppers in that attic, downers in that basement
Fell into the sheet rock, left there all with my face print
But don't trip cause it ain't shit, I keep the doctor on speed dial
Xanis in my back pocket, and Adderall in my weed pouch
Yeah, I'm off the hook, try again later, scratch surface, then layer
Speak backwards sin prayer, I'm Ray or, John Mayer
City on lock like I'm Mayor, hit the bomb drop, bet I'm there
Trigger up on top, respond flare, A.K.A. your mom's layer
[Hook - Godemis:]
Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at
Must be at her inn or something, better call me back
You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that
Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack
[Ubiquitous:]
Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG
Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D
Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest
Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books
Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!
[Verse 2 - Ubiquitous:]
Wanna hop in, cause I got them off top
When it come to the chopping, spin 'em in a hot wind
In the pocket when I clock in, and there ain't no other option
Cause I rhyme sick and y'all high-pitched, sounding like shit
Or like first gear, with the gas down, and that's not the look
Ces off the hook, it's y'all worst fear, now the world hears
That I won't stop, but I can't stop, I can't quit now
Got girls here in that same spot
With them tank tops and their tits out
Had a daydream that we made out and it made off
You got bit down, I swear to God if I squint hard it's like
Baywatch in this bitch now, ah! Running with the main boss
Another day off, I'm like "which town?" I gotta sit down
I stake off and my Jane boss and my pitch loud and I, uh
Smoke it on stage, I don't give a fuck if it's allowed
Light up your blunt, that's if you're proud
Four hands up when I hit the crowd, see, some they pay and
Some they go, some complain and some they boast
Some people really do things and others saying
Some they wrote, double dutchin' sayin' nothin' fucking playing
Jumping rope, my shit bumping, type amazing
Find your way, ya compass broke, hold up, hello?
[Hook - Godemis:]
Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at
Must be at her inn or something, better call me back
You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that
Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack
[Ubiquitous:]
Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG
Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D
Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest
Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books
Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!
[Verse 3 - Joey Cool:]
I was just minding my business, I wasn't in it
I don't know what happened, dog, I was sipping Jacky D
Next thing I know they offended, hold up, this hit me a minute
Admit that I was drinking like I was chasing a [?]
They gave me a shot of Patron, a shot of crown and Hennessy
[?], I don't know what the fuck has gotten into me
Niggas bugging tryna make me the enemy
Nothing compare to try to drink my energy
Fuck what you do [?] entity
Someone there in line showing sympathy
If you ain't related, homie, you ain't killing me
Amateur hour, you gotta be kidding me
Look at me, dog, you're probably into me
You don't want problems, well it a be it a be [?]
[?] cause, last night night
Off the hook like that dial tone
Got me feeling like fight night
Make a path for them wild ones
I'm like hold up, nigga, hold up
We're swarming y'all, feeling rolled up
Cause this bitch ain't finna be popping here
Until me and my crew come showing up
Nigga, off chain, off the walls, off the ropes, oh, off the hook
We get looked at an awful lot, your ass just get awful looks
That's the shit that I'm talking about
They're like "cool, man, you just rolling, bruh?"
Get used to this dope shit, cause that's that shit I'm known for (Oh!)
[Hook - Godemis:]
Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at
Must be at her inn or something, better call me back
You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that
Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack
[Ubiquitous:]
Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG
Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D
Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest
Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books
Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!
Letterman lyrics - Ces Cru
I got a box heart made of prose
Shot target, aim at those
Rock star favor so it's not hard to stay afloat
Me and all my 'A' to 'Z', we got along so famously
Pretty far from famous though
City scar but hate is home
Pretty broad, painted toes, feelin' so unfadable
Winnin' like we 8-0, I'm just tryna let you know
Exchange of flows, cash checks at the bank and loan
Fresh like change of clothes
Sex, lights made it glow
Set time, day and show, feel my vibe radiate
Made it for the radio, sat it by the radiator
Next life may be thought, shout out to Eusébio
In this rhyme scheme his name'll go
I'm just sayin' though
Daddy told me, "take it slow, son, watch ya baby grow."
Truthfully, my baby grew these days, I got a 8 year old
Makin' dough, startin' LLC, let him take control
When I tour, I pray he safe alone and don't break a bone
Streets not paved with gold
Keep watch, wait and hold
These blocks crazy cold
I seen rocks made of soap
Beat cops Jason, when will fiends stop slangin' dope
He watch, they condone, we got to break the MO
So I took a brake, I ain't tryna take a brick
Get a quote, change the code, I quit
That's the way it is
I wanna tell myself
What is more dangerous
I let him run the streets, or teach him foreign languages
[Hook:]
Aside my pen, enslaved by the rent
Landlord on insane
Tenants sayin', "not again"
Some things never change
Never mind the weather vein
Hope the raven nevermore
Better pour when it rain
Throw bread I claim, never bang
Livin' in this neighborhood
It's red as flame
Haters couldn't get his name
Said it plain, makin' sure they let him reign
Then again, the etches never came
David Letterman
Notice they, hatin' us cause the way we makin' dough
Must be cause they ain't figured out a way to make it so
Take control, suckers wanna sit around and wait to blow
Inspiration fake and moments have to wake and bake a bowl
Shakin' so, sick of social media, I hate the troll
All I need is riches, y'all gon' witness as I break the MO
Crack the code, put them hands together, get to clappin' foes
Then release the Kraken, back in action, yeah I'm mackin' hoes
That's lingo from '94, yeah that's how it used to go
Nowadays, I use the glow, Kaboomin' like Bazooka Joe
And you should know
Money's short, them dockets need a boost to grow
Undercut us and my brothers prolly won't come to the show
From below, so wonderful, from Killer City to the MO
He's a man with many faces, not the dude you used to know
Movin' through maneuvers so maneuver yo
Ass and get to roamin' like a numeral
Assuming you intuit flow
(Stop!)
[Hook:]
Aside my pen, enslaved by the rent
Landlord on insane
Tenants sayin', "not again"
Some things never change
Never mind the weather vein
Hope the raven nevermore
Bet it pour when it rain
Throw bread I claim, never bang
Livin' in this neighborhood
It's red as flame
Haters couldn't get his name
Said it plain, makin' sure they let him reign
Then again, the etches never came
David Letterman
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