One Bomb State lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Info Gates)

[Verse 1: Godemis]

I Can't Kill Em Enough, My Camp Can't Call It

Spike the Punch, Counselor Alcoholic

Brain Like an Abyss, Blow that Cancer

Get Locked for Killing a Can Can Dancer

Can't stop the villian, I'm feeling myself now

Running a couple of times, I'm feeling myself out

Fuck, better you bet now, bet on your boy

I'm an idea not a thing, I cannot be destroyed

When they come, gon' get it, getting rid of them all

Cutting life's cables kid, better get on the ball

But I hit them all and they just targets

Anybody claiming they fly ain't ever really on a starship

Killer City sent them it's so sad it seems

I'm in between the sheets with a bag of dreams

And the option is I could bust an (AF[?]) it seem

That I'm ready for the feddy and the half of Nin, c'mon

[Hook]

We comin all black and red, we red all day

Fall back and say shit you shouldn't say

With a Oh-Ay-Oh, Run and fly away

Oh-Ay-Oh, One Bomb State

In the Tall grassy plain, your gun fly red

Fall back and pray, they would not say

With a Oh-Ay-Oh, Run and fly away

Oh-Ay-Oh, One Bomb State

[Verse 2: Info Gates]

Can't get Phat here, go figure you fatso

These cattles you can't lasso

KC-MO the (saint[?]) Lupe Fiasco

So watch your spit talk, Tobasco

Can't boss in a cipher without a passcode

Prolly can't spit bars without lying about your cash flow

Catch goosebumps off of my last ho

Bada bing boom Anthony Soprano

Smoke both hands on a piano

Brain lock, with brain matter on the back handle, Mickey Mantle

What you think my city's on the 1st 48 for

Can't leave here without your face sore

Can't tell me I don't know something I do know

I can't not do something that I said I'm gonna do so

Now I'm looking for that ass up in Chuco

Cuz I won't give a joke until you go

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ubiquitous]

They can't hold my style, they can't see me

Too hot for them, my show banned from TV

They can't read me, L-Way running a play, running a route, take one of them out

The Champeezee, Done without the (Dairy[?])

Son I'm about to stampede them

Big throat what I'm about, can't reason

Around at the (Eve's[?]), Lest we can count it

It's not real

I'm stuck in a box still

Tryin to be big as the Biggie and Pac deal

The Killer City Commitee, we can't pity ya

Rather you clap for me than give me Chlamydia

FLipping the beef and Triple E out in Libya

The jam shaking the stands, hot (Sedidiya[?])

You can't can or stamp us, I know folks on the low

Kansas folks can't stand us

[Hook]

Livin' Life lyrics Ces Cru

[Hook: Ces Cru]

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)

When I, touch ground the countdown's up (lookin')

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (WHAT!)

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)

Y'all done fuck around and found (found) us

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (WHAT!)

[Verse 1: Godemis]

They don't notice me coming

I don't notice 'em leaving

All I know is the haters be hatin' for no good reason

We in to the medic, and they dyin' to stop the bleedin'

I'm tryin' to steal this shirt

Oh what hole do I stick the key in

Meanin' we outta here

Goin' supersonic for certain

Power is at a clinic

The shooters a iron curtain

Every enemy lurkin' is on alert and emergen-

-cy And we need to be out as soon as we get the curren-

-cy I see I'mma need to be quicker than what you thought I'd-

-Be I be on the brig

Either that or the bridge

Keep a phaser around with a couple hours on the grid

Doin' the intergalactics, meanin' we do it big

And we slid, out of the median to a TIV

Took a ten year sleep in suspended animation and threw a fit

The pilot was wearin' bluest wig, tryin' to overthrow the ship

And my PNC blew his wig...

...And I swear to god that he did-lookin'

[Chorus: Ces Cru]

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]

Life without a moment's peace

Just wishin' that I could go home

Zone out, lay alone and sleep (sleep)

I smoke a little weed, and drink, to own is each

I write the poetry so we could hit Corona Beach and get international

We can go and see the Mona Lis', Hit the Eiffel and pay the photo fees

Get on a boat to Bailey, soak in the bay breeze, I know what they see

They say, I'm going crazy cause I talk about the future

Like I gaze into Merlin's ball

I ain't certain, just determined is all

When I stand in the spot the Berlin Wall stood

And send a twit pick with my clique and it's all good

Accustomed to customs, a currently, a freq-uent customer at exchange of currency

Get up on a plane and make a next-day emergency

Roll up on the scene and make your neck rain the burgundy

Soon as I heard the beat, I saw a murder scene

It's goin'...

[Hook: Ces Cru]

[Verse 3: Godemis]

I double down on dimebags and dimepieces

I don't mind if y'all dined at my feast

It's a pow-wow, no Paul Wall, my partner

Part y'all with the flick of his wrist like Darth Maul

Y'all all suck balls, I all in wit frenemies like

Y'all, what do you call enemies?

I'm raw wit my lip on the last straw, my stack

Been blown, just as quick as the last call

[Verse 4: Ubiquitous]

It go, one for the money, the money won't change me

I make, make money, money go daily and if they don't pay me

Baby, oh baby, ain't bout to go Abu-Dhabi, I go crazy

I know I go HAM and swiss cheese my man ain't no mystery

Y'all go peanut butter and jam

We discovered the land, I'm breakin' this open ground

And takin' over the town, I'm sayin', this shit about to go...

[Hook: Ces Cru]

Time Is Now lyrics - Ces Cru

[Hook: Godemis]

I don't really care who's 'bout to blow

I don't even know what's going down

I'm just getting ready for the show

Can't wait till we can leave this town

Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue and blow that down

Get back home with a couple of racks, put the lock on the latch and blow fat pounds

Y'all stand up so we hold ya down, y'all scream loud and I love that sound

Shit looks weird from up here now that we're finally outta that background

Hands go up and the love goes round [x4]

[Verse 1: Godemis]

Now...

Deadly as I'll ever be, ready yeah I better be

Call up my connect and tell my manager don't schedule me

I'm out this bitch quick wit a lit cigarette and a backpack full of white Ts

Taking a bunk on a bus and I don't give a what just going with the breeze

Taking it back in the day, making a way

Taking a chance, taking a dare, make an advance, what do you know, make some fans

I can remember December the venue was packed and we sat in the back with the mixed drink

Wit no mic check, and a fucked? slot, with the both of us thinking the shit stinks

Either way we tore the place down, murdering it like this ain't they town?

Either we get back home and the people we touched so much decided to stay down

Realise it ain't no 8 mile, this whole shit here's taking the cake now

We put in the work and all I can hope is that we made the 816 proud

Looking down from here the shit's wild, I gotta plug my ears cause shit's loud

We got a long way to go wit a little bit of dro and a lot a bit of dough and a paypal, now

[Hook: Ubiquitous]

I don't really care who's 'bout to blow

I don't know what's going down

I'm just getting ready for the show

Can't wait 'til we leave this town

Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue, blow that down

Get back home with a couple of racks put the lock on the latch and blow fat pounds

Y'all stand up so we hold ya down, y'all scream loud and we love that sound

Shit look weird from up here now that we're finally outta that background

Hands go up and the love go round [x4]

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]

Now understand I stood upon the smaller stage and miss the audience and friends

Who would never take me serious I never thought that this could end

I was lost in innocence and not as popular as them

But now I'm a prophet wit the pen, I'm pulling a profit wit the pen

They pull and they pop it, in the street where the bodies and bullets drop 'em

Doing my laundry, was a shock when the lobby was full of cops

But who could believe it? When I dream I acheive it

Why should I stop? I never will peak and take the sit? in one spot, push for the top

And I has to play it small and act as if I was unsure

So all the people I had around wouldn't have to feel insecure

Now I live the dream my confidence has burst from every seam

So when we meet in person now you feel uncertain, is it me?

They treated me like dirt cheap, discouraged me to speak

And now they lined up with they hands out, who's first to get a piece?

What I need is what I'm worth believe, we don't work for free

We got a thirst for green I, search and I see, its 13

[Hook: Ubi & Godemis]

I don't really care who's 'bout to blow

I don't even know what's going down

I'm just getting ready for the show

Can't wait 'til we can leave this town

Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue, blow that down

Get back home with a couple a racks put the lock on the latch and blow flat pounds

Y'all stand up so we hold y'all down

Y'all scream loud and we love that sound

Shit look weird from up here now that we're finally outta that background

Hands go up and the love go round

Hands go up and the love go round

Hands go up and the love goes round

Hand go up and the love goes round

It's Over lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]

Damn, I forgot to do something..

Oh yeah, it ain't over, motherfuckers

[Verse 1: Godemis]

Could it be they don't really know me?

I don't care, fuck you blow me

I'mma get it right for the showing

Can't nobody call me

Out I'm a vet round here, y'all stuck in the middle like money

Cut with a roney, up to my neck in a pow full of vixens sucking up on me

Fuckin' her face like I love that bitch, but I won't ever let one control me

Fuck with it brobey

Look, I'mma luncheon

Ridin' on the back of a one-trick-pony

Back in the function

Lighting the stage on fire, now look at me like a phony

Hooked I'm an only

Child and I give two shits if a bitch wanna round up on me

You can lick my asshole but do not pass go gotta pay me what you owe me

Wait for the warning I'm alarming 'em all

You finna get mauled outside of the mini-mall

And admit it we are all literally raw

Yall Mitch Bade with a thong and a bra

Better call the law

The snake and the bat in the building swilding I'm stacking a million

Crackin a couple of cases smokin a freshy facin the fuckin' ceilin, chillin

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]

It ain't over 'till it's over

It ain't over 'till it's over

It ain't over 'till it's over

Okay, this shit's over!

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]

I'm about to act in my faith so I rap in the game and the game

Mean we back with the fame like a slap in the face

It's strange how I laugh at the pain get to tappin' your brakes

Need a couple rack in the safe I'm stacking the cake I play for

The bat and the snake neva wanna bomb jack in my rates

I train In the trap, livin' in a maze, no map now I'm runnin like a rat in a race

I happen to know, many men who rap to my soul man you dunno the half of the hole

I chill in the class on my own

I'm Feelin where you at it'll feel like attack of the clones

Can't tell the weird from the wack

Skill from the from flash

Jill from the jack from the joe

I act on my own, after the throne

Come up outa my chair the gat to your dome

Pass me the dro on my left hand side

No captain and coke I'mma let that ride

Wrapped in a robe, Jedi Knight

Better bust on the mic with deadeye sight

I'm back in the zone like I never a left it

Somebody show me which crew better than Ces is

I don't know why they ain't get em' a necklace

Get em' a world tour with a bed and a breakfast

Ah hah

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]

Once again the never ending (Kali)

I was offending rappers over now there bending

The death of hip hop open my mouth avenging

I'm way too clean, all of your styles or dingy

Never see me (No)

Even if you have under a microscope see my mic provokes em'

Twitter full of fans and your by your lonesome

Get her out of her pants and you know she wants some

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

Your style isn't nothing more than a penny

Rap until my lungs is empty

Even tecca nina can't pretend to be me

The wild in me or Goddy defend the UB

This is my duty

To rock and then don't stop then they interview me

? And I ain't a newbie

I'm a painter with anguish

You don't baby don't speak on my language

It's a done dealybob a done dealrosky

Got a deal so you can't approach me

Hot so you never could roast me

So it ain't finish, finito

Until I say so brosky

So I clobber 'em with one with a coming I slobber em' don't bother em, with garbage

This shit's over but I feel like its barely started. (Kali)

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]

You need... scheisse spray...

Because my shits makin' the flys split so anybody that want it they're gonna die today

When the mic sits upon my lips it come a crisis you better hide away

High pitch you no like this then it's bye bitch don't even try to play

White Mike and it's Donnie, your life's a bitch when it's Tecca Nina with them and then a Spider K

We groovy with a caucasian and three mulies never disrespect us see toolies from Kali, Godi, Me, Ubi, (eh!)

Effortless I'm gonna change your brain

Bring every wicked bit of Strange to mainstream

Now my baby making thangs are hanging

Cause my type of insane we slanging

And You don't wanna wake up in the middle of killers A milli

Gonna rudder you up I feel up a butter my niggas in a willing to buck

With a villain a cutter and you chilling with a pill in your gut

Oh and I wanna rock

Nine mill I got

I'm in this rhyming assault shot when I call bubble

The way I'm living' it ain't nothing subtle

And he just living' in a fucking hovel

[Hook]

mixtape: "The Playground" (2009)

• The Playground lyrics - Ces Cru
• Ion Dat lyrics - Ces Cru
• Guntitled lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Mac Lethal)
• Thanatos (So Many Daze) lyrics - Ces Cru

The Playground lyrics - Ces Cru

[Intro: Ubiquitous]

I'm the fliest, Philly lighting, filibuster, flow philanthropist

Fill 'em with pheromones while fantasising over cannabis

Calling him Solomon, concubines swallow Klonopins

Follow him down the rabbit hole and hold delights anonymous

My native tongue, dope enough to make your nasal run

The way we come in and kill 'em with butter vocal radiance

Riduculo rhythm original pushing the pinnacle

Pull a centrefold Sally and double digit De Niro-ro

[Verse 1: Godemis]

Pardon my penmanship, my paragraph pin point so

I hog tie'em, poke'em and prod'em and burn the joint slow

Slang so ridiculous I'm speaking in tongues right?

Plus my flesh bubbling when under the sunlight

The, demon is in'em, Dean'll continue to bring'em the venom

In a verse, don't consider it sinning sinner, sayonara

I serenade with sentences simply

While dancing on the beat like fingers tapping on ten keys

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]

I'm saturated with tomorrow, I make her temple bounce like Achilles

Decapitated Impolo, your days are borrowed, make a model

To manipulate minds like, Che Guevara, this is classic

Like Dean Malenko, Eddie Guerrero, flost feddy apparel

Throw a gloss on the era, rock a mic like Heraldo Rivera

With broken nose I'm approaching those, with broken flows

Just so you know, when I do-ci-do, yall paralyzed like polio ayo

[Verse 3: Godemis]

Yo we know no nose like Godemis knows nose

The window of opportunity closed on my friends and foes

Ya I suppose, looking through but I dosed off, life is a bitch

She was rippin on me snatchin her clothes off

I caught a vision of her inside the stormy weather

It was reminded a thing of beauties a joy forever

Always say never, I’m cuttin ‘em all down

Past the point of no return puffin Diesel and James Brown…

[Verse 4: Ubiquitous]

Every joint I touch n burn, a seal of an 8th sounds

2009 Kids get killed on the playground

While you wait around for weight

I know my way around ya place

No mistakes allowed, galvanizen brake ya power gates

Praise academy, start with letter J and add a D

The U B I, double deep in ya greyest anatomy, I’m sayin

Inhale the 3rd fifth an nineteenth exhale imagination

Now that’s amazin, assassination Jason!

[Verse 5: Godemis]

You want it come n get it we got it for all yall

The U B I we’ll callem out like a foul ball

We doubt yall, Rookies are ready for runnin game

Regular rappers get run-over playin chickens with trains

Blow ya brain, out the back of ya bobble’n head home

Slayer sounds, people burn down the village n head home

There poems, out from rebels from layin em all down

Keep ya hands and ya feet to yourself on the playground

Ion Dat lyrics - Ces Cru

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]

I give a

Fuck what you've heard about

My Cru's in the streets, through word-of-mouth

My block they shopping the curb for couches

And Poppin the locks off of urban houses WHILE

Y'all rocking them urban outfits

Move till you drop, and they serving ounces

Dressed hella clean, like a firm accountant

So when a cop trip, he don't worry about shit

You don't know us, you can get the business

Tax you for ca$h and conflicted interests

My flow caress, so CES, we coalesce

We're throwing a show, one set, no requests

Claim the Playground, tear the place down

Hold em on the wall and then spit out tank rounds

I pull the tank out the house

Send the ransom to my PayPal account

Drop the dope, fresh, photo op, and pose

With a Roscoe Moe, and an Optimo

Ces-philes is coming, better lock your cribs

$ikenomics.com and cop the (fence[?]) it's hot shit!

Something that you got to get

Lil change in a pocket to profit with

These dudes sell firebag

You sell the brown with big frowns, tell em' why you mad

[Hook]

You don't know where I am @

See that chip stack, they eyeing that

Me with Dean, rely on that

My back, he keeps an Ion Dat

[x2]

An Ion Dat

An Ion Dat

An Ion Dat

An Ion Dat

You don't know where I am @

See that chip stack, they eyeing that

Me with Dean, rely on that

My back, he keeps an Ion Dat

[Verse 2: Godemis]

And I'm Rocking with the best place to weed up

Cop pounds, better dump & Re-Up

KC with the counters on

And I can't kill the pain with a Tylenol

For the chick in the back of the club, who stumblin

And the ones on the wall, all mumblin

No, I don't gotta whip, stop wonderin

It's dope, bank tho coming in, but no limping

All the way, to the bank, rolling

Everybody wanna know, if I'm holding

Not if the whip is stolen

I got a Nike to put the dough in

Co-defendant with a co-dependent

Dependency to release the sentence

Bang on y'all, like "STOP RESISTIN'"

Base chronic and light the incense

I like to mention the flow is Bombay

And any gold digger better go find Kanye

Giddee up, better be running my way

Catch the train, Nina with a bag of Tre-Fo

Stop off, and then catch a case

Better hope that the wheels don't stab your face

Better know when to act your age, retract your rage

Better when they get it nowadays, it's all day

[Hook]

Guntitled lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Mac Lethal)

[Godemis]

This is my playground

And I don't play around

I bust a grammar Glock and leave em lying face down

Ubi coming right behind me with that trait now

Any n every enemy better black his face out

Put em on, most pessimistic when pushing this

Pen-point accuracy, thundering to get back to the beat

Cause I'm bad to the B-O-N-E

Only prescribing that purple pill

Perpendicular to poison, that most certainly kills

Only realer than the real, with the skill to prevail

How I feel when it ain't all good

I got six for the holier than thou, my pen pal

Really wish ya'll would, would cop for the veteran

And keep on knockin' but we not gon' let em in

The question's rhetorical, give me a s-s-s-s-sentence

[Hook:]

What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

You thought we'd stay the same

With a legacy to be lost

Never thoughts will f-f-f-fade away

Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

You thought we'd stay the same

What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

Thought we'd always stay the same? [x2]

[Ubiquitous]

They said we couldn't

We didn't get in our wish is granted

1, 2, 3 for the pen

Independent no disadvantage

This is Alanis, my rapping skills a jagged pill, swallow

Following since when Tribe Called Quest was rapping still

Now I'm back with the real

Keep all eyes on deck when I'm on Ces

We go way back like Biotech

My style fresh

When am I gon' get my dues?

I write off stress, imagine this icon upset

Turn the mic on and bless

Preaching power

Worship icons of death

From Anubis to Ra to South-Vietnamese coup d'etat

General D. and the chemical demons induce chaos

Like a suitcase bombing

Achmed and Jihad we been at odds

Set em off, better get em off

Never talk again when the pen is lodged

In your larynx seriously it's so hilarious, ha

Living off me vicariously, it's so American

Arrogant naïve, marinate and wear-in a cape

When Icarus got too close to the sun

The pa-pa-pa-paraffin gave, serenade!

[Hook x2]

[Mac Lethal]

It's the king of the king of the

Wait a minute, no

It's the prince of the city with the fatal sentence flow

Sadomasochistic rhythm, rippin 80 minute show

I'm supernatural, my sacrament

Is scraping from these dreidel spinning hoes

Whoa, I got an axe to grind, I got an axel in my mind

I wind it till I'm binded to the nickels and dimes

I drink until I'm spittin up slime

Till I wrinkle like a pickle and brine

I'm on a waterbed with your girl

30 minutes later, that's a ripple in time

My gun's may stop working but my missiles are fine

Hob-knobin' hot dollar sign budget

Kansas City traded Tony Gonzalez like fuck it

Fuck pushin these cheap tricks

Three things make money out in Kansas City

That's drugs, pussy and Jesus

B's itch and move the fuck over

Get ready for the Mac Lethal movie

Closing-liner rollercoaster motherfucker

[Hook x2]

Thanatos (So Many Daze) lyrics - Ces Cru

[Hook]

So many days we were sittin low

Get busy livin till the day you gettin gone

This could be your dyin day

Thanatos grab you draggin you away

Day break comin to a close

Grim reap comin for your soul

On your death bed where you gunna go? Gooo

So many days we were sittin low

Get busy livin till the day you gettin gone

This could be your dyin day

Thanatos grab you draggin you away

Day break comin to a close

Grim reap comin for your soul

On your death bed where you gunna go? Gooo

[Ubiquitous]

So many days were were sittin low

Schemin how difficult the game is and how to get the dough

Still know that one day this shit will blow

Soon as I can get control of my environment

Get me a grip of shows

Got it, now its all give and go

I'm givin the gift of flow

I use it to fuel the rocket ship and go

We grittin getting so typical locally you stick in joe

Saigon Jay Lupe and hit the road

They got me thinkin yo, (hmmm)

These dudes doin it big and bad

They bounced out just to bring it back, pour

Stuck up in a wicked trap but fuckin with freakin flat

Touchin keyboards doin the click and clack

A lot of times just the sickest ones

Just doin the sickest tracks

Who couldn't get it done

For steady pay

The record hot sun he's spittin that

But he couldn't get his fun

This shit is done, fuck well anyway

[Hook]

So many days we were sittin low

Get busy livin till the day you gettin gone

This could be your dyin day

Thanatos grab you draggin you away

Day break comin to a close

Grim reap comin for your soul

On your death bed where you gunna go? Gooo

[Godemis]

So many days we were stuck in the traffic

Goin half on sacks puffin hustlin raps

Back when it was a-dats and Diddy was poppin Crys

I was rockin Wu-Wear with tracks on floppy disks

Now, we did the roughs on an analog A-track

Laid down beats on Triton

Plenty of raps we written became songs

But them times long gone and whether in-spite of wrong

Life's to short to be livin it in the past

Every moment we that we've taken for granted could be our last

Gettin ass sippin cash soon as it happens its automatically in the past

How long will it last? Nobody knows

So we constantly blowin and getting dough

Better have the gwap ready before we get in the show

Got the game in the arm bar slippin the "figure-four"

Clipper fold getting littled or on 'em we sittin low like

[Hook]

So many days we were sittin low

Get busy livin till the day you gettin gone

This could be your dyin day

Thanatos grab you draggin you away

Day break comin to a close

Grim reap comin for your soul

On your death bed where you gunna go? Gooo

Ces Cru - other songs:

Freedoom lyrics - Ces Cru

[Godemis]

They told me to put my back into it

Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it

Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage

And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage

Spitting hard shit, petrified turds

I hate you bumpin' soulja boy, it gets on my nerves

So much to the point I try to ignite him in flame

When I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name

You know them anorexic

Pan the camera, gat 'em an' exit

Poopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit

Bet this

Son of a monkey's uncle is breathless

Wannabe good rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace

Throwing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks

Texas Chainsaw, bitches off of the checklist

Next is

Something for nothing, dinner for breakfast

A Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss

Go!

[Hook]

I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya

I ain't even waitin' to see

I know you talk bullshit in a whisper

The funny thing about is you don't come an' say it to me

I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro

Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to get more

They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon

And nobody can stop em'

Cause it's all about freedoom

[JL]

Uh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die

Hunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby

Hello I, come in a yellow tie

For the head of my adversary like a mellow guy

Recently [?] melancholy

Mad at somebody matchin' my hand

Scratch it against the pack

Sorry I'm trashin' the party, (don't) give a fuck

Hardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker

My flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker

Or Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film

Retarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim

Not fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm chuckin' them

And in a minute I'm finna finish it

Yank on the prevalent

To withdraw or get mauled

To piss off and get lost

To resolve at the neck, body get tossed

In a pit where the fish are

Bizzare fo' sho'

[?]

[Hook]

[UBI]

I'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep

They pilot trickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems

Conspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me

This phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!

A killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease

So if I leave a murder secne I murder mercifully

Givin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths

I have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be

I am not a bird of prey

Why the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me

Or interrupt a word I say

You humiliate yourself

I can feel you face

Gettin' hot from over here

Your makin' real mistakes

I see your plans crumble

Be a man, grow up

Leavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble

You play a lot boy

Maybe you a lost boy

Little baby bok choy

Killer? Maybe not boy

Go!

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