Ces Cru - Shame lyrics
[Ces Cru - Shame lyrics]
Sick of roamin' the streets
Defeatin' foes whose rhymin' is weak
With their silent 22 speech where
They don't even speak
I'm paid seven soviet sleek there ain't
No hope for the peace
Say it's better to struggle hard than
To be broke or deceased
They starve in the middle east
While America over eats
Sendin' soldiers over seas to fight
Rivals who won't retreat
We're stackin' up the innocent
Bodies in high piles
Can't stop the force of a
Nuclear bomb with five bibles
The Holocaust is all out
Fall out for five miles
While the president hides the evidence
Of why with wide smiles
Might catch him in a white lie
Watch him defy trial
I'd eat bile before salute
Crooks with CD piles
Little guppy puppy dogs beg
Teach me to freestyle
But they lack the discipline so I
Teach 'em to bleach tile
And sweep the floors first, and wash windows
It's not simple
Mister Myagi can't convert Daniel
To pop symbol for the fam though
My lady in the tramps they off the handle
And I'm not if you thought I
Was talkin' about Cocker Spaniels
To the cats I know who use to
Watch spice when they block the channel
And to all the chicks who after I'd
Fuck 'em they'd talk and ramble yo
What's with the fame
The fame, it came fast ya'll
Nothing's the same in the game
They playin' trash ball
Fuck what your brain retained
You made a bad call that shit's a shame
A shame I'm sayin' that's all
What's with the blame
The blame, it came fast ya'll
Nothing's the same in the game
They playin' trash ball
Fuck what your brain retained
You made a bad call that shit's a shame
A shame I'm sayin' that's all
I'm too big for this baby bottle
So I'm spittin' this knife
Fuck kissin' and cuddle, pick a thine
Give it a slice
Black, red and a shade a grey
Just my vision of life
Act better and stay ashamed
Paint the picture a strife
Pickin' a fight with a brick a pipe
Shovel and axe deliver kick to your face
Till your muscles relax
So start dodging dark logic and sharp objects
Blow you apart like fireworks to art projects
Pop Poppity pop pop pop
Pop rockets, and dick missles
Sinead O'connor piss pot pie and shit sickles
I use a pair of red
Hot pliers to twist nipples
And ride you motherfuckers with
Balance like tricycles sinner so dope
Somebody come tell 'em about himself
He don't know bein' this confident
Is bad for his health look out below bro
Here goes something similar to the worst
Takes about three times the blood in your
Body to quench his thirst so
Hear how the verse go, dissin' no disclaimer
Discabar without a mask
And you ask him to act lamer
Put a two by four onto of
Your back with a cross planar
The motherfuckers following Jesus
And cross trainers check the
Some doubt it sayin' that Ces
Is all outta seconds
Shoulda supplemented dinner for supper
And had 2nds
Shoulda disregard 'em both and had
Beer with a bad breakfast
Where I got this 100 dollars
From hustlin' Brad's necklace
I'm half reckless half gamblin' with my life
Half a sack short of a blunt
A lunatic with a bloody knife
And it's a long road of hope when
You walkin' round in a circle
Try to hold your breath and run
It until your face turn purple
Prescribin' medicine
Vanquishing these veterans plus
Put lead on top of cheddar
Then everyone's better than us
Defeatin' foes whose rhymin' is weak
With their silent 22 speech where
They don't even speak
I'm paid seven soviet sleek there ain't
No hope for the peace
Say it's better to struggle hard than
To be broke or deceased
They starve in the middle east
While America over eats
Sendin' soldiers over seas to fight
Rivals who won't retreat
We're stackin' up the innocent
Bodies in high piles
Can't stop the force of a
Nuclear bomb with five bibles
The Holocaust is all out
Fall out for five miles
While the president hides the evidence
Of why with wide smiles
Might catch him in a white lie
Watch him defy trial
I'd eat bile before salute
Crooks with CD piles
Little guppy puppy dogs beg
Teach me to freestyle
But they lack the discipline so I
Teach 'em to bleach tile
And sweep the floors first, and wash windows
It's not simple
Mister Myagi can't convert Daniel
To pop symbol for the fam though
My lady in the tramps they off the handle
And I'm not if you thought I
Was talkin' about Cocker Spaniels
To the cats I know who use to
Watch spice when they block the channel
And to all the chicks who after I'd
Fuck 'em they'd talk and ramble yo
What's with the fame
The fame, it came fast ya'll
Nothing's the same in the game
They playin' trash ball
Fuck what your brain retained
You made a bad call that shit's a shame
A shame I'm sayin' that's all
What's with the blame
The blame, it came fast ya'll
Nothing's the same in the game
They playin' trash ball
Fuck what your brain retained
You made a bad call that shit's a shame
A shame I'm sayin' that's all
I'm too big for this baby bottle
So I'm spittin' this knife
Fuck kissin' and cuddle, pick a thine
Give it a slice
Black, red and a shade a grey
Just my vision of life
Act better and stay ashamed
Paint the picture a strife
Pickin' a fight with a brick a pipe
Shovel and axe deliver kick to your face
Till your muscles relax
So start dodging dark logic and sharp objects
Blow you apart like fireworks to art projects
Pop Poppity pop pop pop
Pop rockets, and dick missles
Sinead O'connor piss pot pie and shit sickles
I use a pair of red
Hot pliers to twist nipples
And ride you motherfuckers with
Balance like tricycles sinner so dope
Somebody come tell 'em about himself
He don't know bein' this confident
Is bad for his health look out below bro
Here goes something similar to the worst
Takes about three times the blood in your
Body to quench his thirst so
Hear how the verse go, dissin' no disclaimer
Discabar without a mask
And you ask him to act lamer
Put a two by four onto of
Your back with a cross planar
The motherfuckers following Jesus
And cross trainers check the
Some doubt it sayin' that Ces
Is all outta seconds
Shoulda supplemented dinner for supper
And had 2nds
Shoulda disregard 'em both and had
Beer with a bad breakfast
Where I got this 100 dollars
From hustlin' Brad's necklace
I'm half reckless half gamblin' with my life
Half a sack short of a blunt
A lunatic with a bloody knife
And it's a long road of hope when
You walkin' round in a circle
Try to hold your breath and run
It until your face turn purple
Prescribin' medicine
Vanquishing these veterans plus
Put lead on top of cheddar
Then everyone's better than us