Ces Cru - Lotus lyrics

Ces Cru music comin' up out yo speaker
The Devil's in the mirror prayin' to God
Scrubbin' his features
He came a helluva way from battlin' squads
Murderin' features
And the way that he's been doin' it makes
It hard for niggas to keep up
They might've been local forever
But Tech swooped 'em
For murderin' everything in the MIDI
Duke Nukem
These suckas throwin' caution to wind
We might slaughter but just to set it off
Once again be like water
Don't focus on the finger miss
All that heavenly glory
Those rhymes are fuckin' recycled
No wonder you niggas bore me
Poor me, suckin' me dry of my energy
Can't stop we've diversified the label
They label it Strange Hop
My angels prayin' to demons
I'm wavy that's why I'm leanin'
Chug up a cup of blood
Now it's somethin' to put the lean in
Meanin' I'm wildin' out for the
Night and I'm writin' light-nin'
Like it or not, i'm right in the light and
I'm kinda likin' it
Fighting 'em like a lichen
If I tried then I might win
Parasailin' in peril
As soon as I catch the right wind
(Aight then)
But to be one of the greatest is to be hated
Took a look around the room and it
Feels like I finally made it

Made it, made it made it
Made it, finally made it
Arrived, here, all this fuckin' way
Still on my first wind
Your journey just started, full tank-
And it feels like it never stopped
I ain't tired, folks

We graduated from the block with a full ride
Covered the countryside
To the stage where we don't play games
Now come alive shut my eyes thinkin'
"What if we never make it?"
All of the years that
We've invested are wasted
It's comin' up close I can see
Told me to look but don't touch
Told me to touch but don't taste
I've been starving for years, homie
You stuffin' your face
Rather I work like a slave than
To be stuck in no place and seein' nothin'
No way! I'm freein' up my soul
Came with all my chakras aligned
How could they possibly think I'd be
Fallin' off in my prime?
Strange gave me my shot! I sawed
It off for the N9ne
Patiently waitin' my turn and you
Nodded off in the line
Homie, they callin' your number
During your slumber I shine
Snatchin' up what is mine
The classic come-from-behind win
I'm catching that high wind
My weapon is silent
You can hear what I'm thinkin'
Inside this deafening silence
Two hands on the clock
Never forget what the time is
Meditation affectin' perception under
My eye-lids
I sit in Lotus and focus, stagger my steps
Takin' a shot at my body
At best they tattered my vest
Nobody's snatchin' my breath
They only add to my stress
Stress pattern my flesh a lesson
I have to accept shit, happens I guess
Click-clack when I crept
Now sit back and ingest
Constant Energy Struggles
And this track was a test