Ces Cru, Sorceress - Belly Up lyrics

Now who would think
That your best friend would
Be your worst enemy
And your enemy your best friend
Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend
Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend

What? What? Try to tell us
Try to show us but you know try to tell us
Try to show us but you know the game's UP!

Well everybody got something to say
Talking all that trash but just
Not to my face well when we come in contact
And when you tell it try and sell it
That's my number one ace
Man, if I was stupid I would catch me a case
But, I’m just edgy so don’t test me
And just give me my space
Unless you would rather experience
Losing your taste
And best believe it when I say it
Won’t be due to old age
(It won’t be due to old age)
Nah, it won’t be due to old age trust me
Don’t test me and just give me my space
Cuz I’ve been tonguing this blade
Casually fucking this rage
Steady stuck in this phase
And I ain’t talking ‘bout crescent moons
Since I was put here to blaze the
Track and chip it in stone
Stick your ass in his face
Strangle with the distort
And like that he sat on
The stage posted claustrophobic haze
To reflect in solitude on his
Fucking mix that he made
With a grave for the feedback
And no pay for the bling cats
Mad of stacks for the weed addicts
Who need it to keep at it
In fact with these habit's
Without it he'd be savage
Lock it in my pocket with a bucket of malice
And if it's stress that we talking
Then I chug by the gallons
But, if it's mess that we talking
Then it's under the pallet
Well belly up, man get a grip
I ain't even on that petty shit
So slit your wrists then pity bitch
Let's both forget that you exist 'cause -

They try to tell us that
We’re floating BELLY UP
They try to show us but
You know THE GAME’S UP

On another energy struggle some
Friends double as enemies
Dumb as the you’ve got
No trouble defending me
Punk of the century fair
Like loving me tenderly
Crumble and bending me
Scam like double indemnity
Hate when we pave the way and
Stay away in the shade
Now facing the consequence and you
Can pay it in pain
The truth of the matter is I
Blew through your pad and
Shit on it's stupid inhabitants and
Raid your refrigerator and root
Through your cabinets and
Praised in the printed papers
And boosted the averages (what?)
Gazed in the face of danger
A Italian with the blade of an ancient saber
I Strain to escape my anger
Awaiting the taste of hater
Facing Ubiquitous is like coming
To meet your maker
Balling me up in battles like
Nuggets beating the Lakers
Some of us need some players it
Ought to be up to me
But picking the sickest raps like
A lottery number spree
I giggle with ignorance and
Squat with the hugriges
Plotting on shit to jack probably
Thought about jumping me
Thinking of getting over
But everything that they do been
Already done to me rotten for company
Man, you fucking up the game 'til
It's not any fun to me
Rockin' it comfortably while you
Watchin' from under me i rap smarter
And with a track sicker than black water
To the bitches that's biting this
Take a picture - it last longer
You man a sinking ship in the
Midst of a silent mist
I throw you under, belly up
In the grips of Leviathan
And there ain't no telling us we're
In sync with this timer sin living nervous
Ducking shots in the glimpse of
A sniper's lens like

It never really seemed worth it to try (nope)
But, I figured- may as well before
I belly up and die
For thirty thousand shares of this
Cynical sort of verse
I could write another one
For whatever it's worth
Anybody seen a pep talk
Walk-around selling wolf tickets
The phoniest will always do that
When they tryna kick it
But the track sucks, right
The sound -quality's fucked, bruh
You can only hear the sample
The vocals are muffled up
Wanna do your doubles over but can't
The song's half assed
60 in the studio smoking a pound of grass
Nevertheless stress don't rest
Is it the chest or a mess
Guided with the itinerary to success
Donemis kiss two fists
Get hotter than some Swiss Miss
There ain't another option if you
Popping off with this shit from Outkast
To Misfit's to Multi-colour lipsticks
Hanging for the ceiling fan I'm
Leaving with my wrists slit
Reach inside my pocket pull a
Muzzle out from this bitch
A bitch ain't necessarily a broad
Watch the hip switch
Demons y'all tonguing all to eat
'em like a brisket
Figure it out you fucker cuz it
Ain't worth it to risk it
The iron knuckle rips shit
Now one question - who is this?
Running in the open tryna
Dodge Donemis' discus
Humble devil is vicious
Bundles of delicacies
Scribbling hell on a wish-list
So kiss this Dear John letter goodbye, baby
Bag a bowl, microphones and all
With Jason chewing on his neck and his jaw
Back-breaking work
Why's he always faking he falls?
And breaks his neck
Tryna get to the other side of the wall
(wall) to one hudred, third and all
Only flying to stall (stall)
Manufacture murder flows and you can
Get them on call
From a demon ogre leaning over
Seeming sort of sober
Two heads ain't better than one without an
Extra set of shoulders like -