Ces Cru, Lucid, Gunn Jakc - Cypha3 lyrics
[Ces Cru, Lucid, Gunn Jakc - Cypha3 lyrics]
CES is back to reign in this
After major changes and maintenance
Basing of this raised in a rage against
The painful glitch I've been
Chasing with patience
Since the pages dripped with major script
Before the fame hit's
And rearranges the way of spitting
By making grif I'm banging this
Favoured and blessed my writing angle is CES
My second language and
My first ingredient and recipe
Rhymes meshed in the beat a lesson for me by
Teaching my meshes progressively
Beef addressed in the streets
Peace in the middle, West and East
Learn how to accept defeat
Deal with regret and grief torn deep
Stressed and beat from depression
Ignored dreams
My destiny born to complete the
Quest that's sworn to me
Beyond a pawn position in chess
Each song's written from the bonds
Of a prison cell mind that's gone demented
The long-sentence no bail jail
With strong fences
Con-medics and fraud dentists
For jaw-clenching i'm tough
End of discussion push this pen in your guts
My fingertips can distinguish real
Men from the muds my head is already edgy
Like I'm ready for what?
And I crack jaws and chip your teeth
Up like the penny and plus
Say my name six times in
The mirror then I appear
Show me love like death cab does to Gwenevere
Give it here like rent with overdue
Late fees you can call me in the morning
Right after you take these
Everybody wanna be the next
Rapper to make cheese
But they only did work for
Old ladies to rake leaves so please, don't
Bother me fo' figure it out
Fuck you Fee-Fi-fumbling shit
So keep your mouth shut
My Shawshank sure-shot serum
Lets serve serpents
The covert cold heart murdering on purpose
The perp is pounds from people who get down
My sound surround like what
You didn't see coming
And Godemis'll knock out your teeth
I'm leaving you gumming
And better yet you rob a bank
And you ain't leaving with nothing
Thats what you call a botched robbery
Godemis obviously is ripping fo's
Keeping you right on your tippy toes
I get up to what you wanna do
You causing that static
I get up all over your city
Like my name is Maddock with a long hand
Disbanding your band of brothers
I'm the sand
You the flame I'm planning to smother
And hover over your barracks
You scared of this here
But niggas don't wanna know When
I'm getting in their ear just like a Q-tip
With two hips broke you need replacements
And Godemis will take cheers leaders
Up in the basement
And stack 'me up with a padlock
The rhymes is in a mas doc
And I ain't go to go up
In a notebook with no hook i'm in the booth
Drunk like 90 proof so what ya wanna do?
Godemis come busting that loose noose
Fucking around in KC
You'll get your top popped like Kennedy
On the call of duty, you'll lose your helmet
While calling for your cavalry
You know you can't stand it
When you could take a seat and
Get capped with the handy
They call me handyman
'cause I'm nice with the tools
Fresh like some new shoes
Fresh like some 22s you think you brand new?
You fools ain't got a clue
'cause I was freaking your style
Back in middle school
Back when you thought getting
Her number was cool
I was breaking in her mouth
Tryna get in the womb
You was a young MC tryna bust a move
I was in that ass tryna get in the groove
Ya bitch
After major changes and maintenance
Basing of this raised in a rage against
The painful glitch I've been
Chasing with patience
Since the pages dripped with major script
Before the fame hit's
And rearranges the way of spitting
By making grif I'm banging this
Favoured and blessed my writing angle is CES
My second language and
My first ingredient and recipe
Rhymes meshed in the beat a lesson for me by
Teaching my meshes progressively
Beef addressed in the streets
Peace in the middle, West and East
Learn how to accept defeat
Deal with regret and grief torn deep
Stressed and beat from depression
Ignored dreams
My destiny born to complete the
Quest that's sworn to me
Beyond a pawn position in chess
Each song's written from the bonds
Of a prison cell mind that's gone demented
The long-sentence no bail jail
With strong fences
Con-medics and fraud dentists
For jaw-clenching i'm tough
End of discussion push this pen in your guts
My fingertips can distinguish real
Men from the muds my head is already edgy
Like I'm ready for what?
And I crack jaws and chip your teeth
Up like the penny and plus
Say my name six times in
The mirror then I appear
Show me love like death cab does to Gwenevere
Give it here like rent with overdue
Late fees you can call me in the morning
Right after you take these
Everybody wanna be the next
Rapper to make cheese
But they only did work for
Old ladies to rake leaves so please, don't
Bother me fo' figure it out
Fuck you Fee-Fi-fumbling shit
So keep your mouth shut
My Shawshank sure-shot serum
Lets serve serpents
The covert cold heart murdering on purpose
The perp is pounds from people who get down
My sound surround like what
You didn't see coming
And Godemis'll knock out your teeth
I'm leaving you gumming
And better yet you rob a bank
And you ain't leaving with nothing
Thats what you call a botched robbery
Godemis obviously is ripping fo's
Keeping you right on your tippy toes
I get up to what you wanna do
You causing that static
I get up all over your city
Like my name is Maddock with a long hand
Disbanding your band of brothers
I'm the sand
You the flame I'm planning to smother
And hover over your barracks
You scared of this here
But niggas don't wanna know When
I'm getting in their ear just like a Q-tip
With two hips broke you need replacements
And Godemis will take cheers leaders
Up in the basement
And stack 'me up with a padlock
The rhymes is in a mas doc
And I ain't go to go up
In a notebook with no hook i'm in the booth
Drunk like 90 proof so what ya wanna do?
Godemis come busting that loose noose
Fucking around in KC
You'll get your top popped like Kennedy
On the call of duty, you'll lose your helmet
While calling for your cavalry
You know you can't stand it
When you could take a seat and
Get capped with the handy
They call me handyman
'cause I'm nice with the tools
Fresh like some new shoes
Fresh like some 22s you think you brand new?
You fools ain't got a clue
'cause I was freaking your style
Back in middle school
Back when you thought getting
Her number was cool
I was breaking in her mouth
Tryna get in the womb
You was a young MC tryna bust a move
I was in that ass tryna get in the groove
Ya bitch