Ces Cru, Lucid - Shut Up lyrics

Long before all of this, I explored darkness
Before marketing strategies and
Artist savage agreed first I had to be sick
And as flick asinthe cypher when I bust
Plus I gotta be big pimpin'
When I'm lightin' it up
And make sure that each rhyme is hittin'
When I'm writin' I'm dumpin' no way
They gon' cop and listen if
Your life's in a slump
And most days I'll be on a mission
Pay the price at the pump
I'll be dippin' hittin up quick trip
More than twice in a month
I ain't chicken you bitch
Ubiquitous been wide from the jump
Spittin' pissin' vinegar bitter bit's I
Slice with the tongue
And that chitter-chatter don't matter
Fingers pry from the rungs on the ladder
Say "later hater"
Snatch the life from your lungs
The master mage capture enemy troops
Ready recruit's oG's with a nose clean of
All the 'phetamine boosts
Tell 'em you'll never leave loot
Two pair of socks, one pair of boots
Then para-troop on the capital
With gats and ebony suit's nobody shoots
Keep safety on your weapons we shoot
Only when ordered to do
So upon Persephone's cue
The formula stays the same
Except the recipe's new
Ain't no testin' me in the game
Even the referee's crew
When CES Cru lets loose the skill
Either be peppered or killed
After the capital next on the
List it's Beverly Hills
Underestimating the CES has got
Me ready to kill
Underestimating the CES since we
Dropped Ready'N Will
Ya'll better chill (the fuck out)
'cuz none of ya'll wanted what Tommy lift
Godemis, Lucid and Roger Kent slay a hater
Anonymous hollow tip when you talkin' you
Talkin' that hollow shit
Fat lip full of collagen
Spit it hotter than Halogen

So chill the fuck out (yeah)
Now sit the fuck down (down)
And shut the fuck up (uh huh)
Now get the fuck up (or what?)
Motherfucker stand down (what)
Throw your fuckin' hands up (hands up)
Pick it up, now hands down
Don't get mixed the fuck up
Ya'll better chill the fuck out
Now sit the fuck down (down)
And shut the fuck up (up)
Now listen the fuck up (now)
Motherfucker hands down (down)
Throw your fuckin' hands up (up)
Don't fuck it up, now hands down (down)
Heads get mixed the fuck up
Ya'll better chill the fuck out

What I need in my life
Peace of mind, Good weed and a mic 20
20 vision peepin' what the scenery's like
So let the blindness of the
Game intervene in your sight
Enemy fire comin' on your left
So lean to the right
Ces came to get you airheads high as a kite
And Kimberly the state of nirvana
Like ridin' a bike
Cuz all the sleepers keep snoozin'
They afraid of the light
It's not tough to get you open
With the blade of a knife
You stuck pumpin' them birds
I be blazin' a mic
With the Sorceress on the left of me
UBI on the right it's like I maintain
Only to crash and burn harder
And hotter than last time
I don't spit cash rhymes
I spit the ridiculous shit
And off a rail or a line
Forgin' an MO blowin' holes through
Your thick ass dime
And I don't want trouble
All I wants to double the buzz
And triple the love
We're impervious to you thugs
Why the hell you wildin' out bustin'
Off all of them slugs
And you could be the bigger man
And sweep it under the rug
We got to act right
Properly conducted in clubs
To lock it down without the yellow
Tape and buckets of blood
Claiming it wasn't enough and
In reality it was
Fifty hungry gorilla infantry to
Rally with us
To whose holdin' atomic weapons
Doesn't matter as much
Titter tatter you fucks
Takin' heads to tally 'em up i've had emough
J-Dodemis Ubi, and Tommy Lift (c'mon)
Lucid to whoever's honestly
(what up) claimin' they got the gift
With none in the clip all the
Fuck you run is your lips
To everybody gettin' rained on
From under my tip ya'll better

It starts with a sketch
Scribbling lines in the page jargon and text
Warrior wordsmith wielding a poison tongue
With an arsenic-drenched arsenal of
Darts to despense
Armour defence deflecting arrows
Peril: iminent, risky
Odds to bet it all to your
Death to pit against me
I reckon it's fifty-fifty
With chances are slimmin' 'em
Skilled marksman targeted one shot
Between the eyes like four S's in Mississipi
More precious than craft in this artist
Half his breath in this inner city
Rap with passion, the hardest
Dark depression commit's are fitting
Grapple with life
Mastered the hardest lesson, sitting pretty
Strictly speaking
Won't fade away to misty regions
Slippin' deeper
Weed-smoking to chase the pain away
Livin' life in monotony
Painting it shades of grey
Rather be crippled, bling, in poverty
Naked and fade for pray
Dedicated to predecessors who paved the way
And listeners
The reason we came to this stage to play