Ces Cru - Sound Bite Lyrics
(Verse: Godemis)CES, yeah, yeahPaint my face now you're hearin' a clown right?The flow's Tyson, livin' fear in the sound biteWhat the ***** y'all want, with a nigga with no marbles?!Put hearts in a jar then swallow the whole jarfulBlind marksman in a ghillie suit, let offWith a grunt, while I murder in mini troopsThey're a miniature, many troops in need of a medic bathe, better rap gauzeI'm a heretic and never pray to a rap godI fling blood on a door, whisper prayers in reverseCast curse, sling blood on a whoreSlap the ***** out the deacon, he's reachin' for that bookSet the pages to flames, your Lord is a lame, lookI'mma invert the crucifix, feast on a virginWork the word thin, use Rittz for toothpicksMy Strange family crew's loose knitThe radio don't even give us no play and we don't give two shitsJason Deevil, define his rhymin' illegalWhile he's takin' warning shots at the eye of an iron eagleWavy, I battle goons, you mad at whom, you outta tuneBut I ain't worried, they versed me inside a padded room(Verse: Ubiquitous)My vibe hummin' it come from inside a dyin' sunAdded to the Saturn moons, Pythagoras find a sumIf and by this ward, my strict diet is by the gunClaimin' they not ***** but wet as vaginas comeFeelin' fresh off the bus, big trees on my brainRun up in the spot, eyes freeze on my frameThey lookin', I ain't tryin' to duck, see what the club cookin' upBad *****, heaven sent, hellbent on hookin' upIn the back of the venue, she puttin' pressure on meNo matter how much she push, it's never gon' beI swear this lifestyle was never for meI swear to the god of war, I'll never tour freeNow I'm swimmin' in dirty women, let me backstrokeI could leave it to beaver, be the Eddie HaskellStamp, now I'm comin' off like a petty *****But it's better than buyin' beers for Betty Bashful(Hah) what I'm tryin' to see is some steady cash flowRain down parade style, confetti the flag frontI'm on a flow flyin', with dope sinusSniffin' out the lames, I came a-cosigningFlame, don't buy in the game, Kobe BryantIf they don't know why, they can blame the flowI ain't afraid to show, shinin' my chainFrankly, a fraction of what you find in my brainLie entertained, eye on the gameWatchin' my environment change(Verse)Where many have passed on, only I remainLivewire the game, prolly kick a hole in ya brainIf we spinnin' out of control, ya know I'm rollin' a planeCes so entertain (ing), never sick with the Grain (ing)Think it could be so wonderful, run with the A- (team)I bet you sweatin' bullets from under the ray (beam)Cause my penis and my pistol do sorta the same (thing)You full of faith, fearful of shit that you ain't seenFans are reppin' from here in the middi to BeijingIs the sandman comin' to give me a daydream?Puttin' y'all under the dirt and we gettin' away cleanI'm stickin' cool with karma, and bear the weight like I'm movin' in waterIlluminati's an illusion, now you's a commaShow me a rap god, Tutankhamun is too uncommonPompeii when I'm bustin', I'm spewin' lavaAnd you ain't gotta ask why it works, or backslide ya wordsAll you gotta know is we both back, dyin' of thirstEvery session is blessed, I'm baptisin' the verseYou better hold ya breath when you pass by the churchUh, I put my people on Jack Ryan alertPlease pacify the perp in the back buyin' the shirtOur core fans bumpin' this track ridin' to workMature fans classy as yours, we goin worldwideReally we only came for packin' the floor mampsThat girl fly but she's mackin' the doormatAfter the show it's back to the tour vanPack Packed full of clothes, I'm back on the road
