Ces Cru - Capture Enemy Soldiers lyrics

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Welcome to Kansas City
Ces is the strongest camp in the city
With the talent your committees got
Crammed in our little pinkies
You can tell the truth sells
Frontin' as if your records do well
With the multi-platinum status
Check was supposed to get you through fails
You're small-minded and all eyes blinded
By ice bling and shit
Thinking your rhymes are getting you rich
So you try winging it like
Milli Vanilli live singing it
Spitting disaster
Match up for the main event
Jack Ripper reverse gangster rapper
Kid is asking "Why is he bringing it?"
Cause we capture the enemy
Over 60 rappers remedied


Test penalty: snatch your energy like Bigby
How quickly the balance of powers shifted
Hip hop contains four elements, bitches
You must have missed it rappers are shifty
MCs are gifted and lead the masses
Every breath I breathe is passionate
It burns when I lace a verse

To whomever it may concern
I'mma burn them but leave the ashes
Possess number two pencils for
Students stuck-up in classes
Try learning about this rapping
Not trying to make it happen
What happened to fans clapping?
People breaking the beats now
Strapped in the streets
I guess being this real is played out
Stuck in a maze
Trying to find yourself to find a way out
But, you notice in Kansas City
Most everybody is shitty
Except for this list of lyricists I
Wrote and brought with me
Caught me the few: Dr Who to Joe Good
Approach and Mac Lethal The Guild
Human Cropcircles Reach and Jock
Is my people, let's see
Sundae, the Southside Posse, LeJiT is in
Yeah, even that crazy-ass Vanilla
Trife is my nig
If you thought I forgot: I did not
Leave you off with the list
Somewhere along the way
You must've got Godemis pissed it's obvious
I could just slay you rappers
But humble until provoked
After that, no punches pulled for
The ignorant shit you spoke, bitch

Yeah, this is the debut
Of the Conglomerate Els we can't be helped
We capture enemy soldiers and take
Hold of this culture
With the iron grip of Bigby's crushing hand

A bitter, quitter, fire-spitter
I throw the fuel in the litter
Flip the script on DC couldn't see me masked
And a bare lit blunt set put
Flame don't fucking flicker even
Why? But who needs a reason?
Suppose it's a sicker season from biting
The hand that feeds it
Treason within legions
Thought I was done teething
Well, history does repeat on
Something of the sort
So to speak it keeps me nervous
Yet more observant
Serpents is looking for something like
"Don't forget about me when ya'll blow!
Can I get a free CD and a shirt, man?"
Yeah, thanks for the support
And I've only got to eat
Shit, let's see: wipe my ass and
Maybe have a place to sleep
How about a half of tank of gas?
And I'm certain: fobbing to smash the pockets
But hell, it's all good
Charge into the strain and keep on rocking
It when you're finally ready to wake
It'll be too late
Too little only to find the answers to
The maze lie inside the riddle
All the notes with no fiddle
Our groups are some of the people
But who's to say that's a bad thing being
That most of them is deceitful anyway?
Walk around with some homes like
"Where's the needle?'
Diamonds, bitches, and Regals
Switches, switchers, and swingles
It's all people minded
Blinded by the bling of the shine
It's temporary but you don't hear me
So there goes another meaningless rhyme