Ces Cru, Murs - Strange Creature lyrics

Past dreams, past hopes and schemes
My cru’s flowin
And blowin up and that’s dope to me homie I
Open your chi with the stroke of
A key and you can
Scope it in threes bro it’s totally sweet!
My poetry’s so many bullet
Bills loaded and cocked
Fannin the hammer head sharp
Shooter blowin my top
The grass knoll park shooter melons will pop
Bearing witness to how the
Con-Glom Element rock
Gentlemen pull your mics out
Walk em like a tightrope
How to stay a float I
Guide em like a lighthouse
Career been getting rocky
Hide inside a lifeboat
Panic abandon ship El Cap-i
Tain about survival
…let me calm down, dead em on arrival
Place your hands palm down
Sweatin on the bible
Keep your weapons drawn
Manifested all styles
Lucky lefty steppin on your
Leprechaun title ya bitch

What is up doe? Am I faded?
Fuck No! Sober than a motherfucker
Still on that cut throat
Similar to Aston Coming through blasting
Similies like 2 23’s I’m an assassin
Big ass bullets with a big ass dick
And you can go and ask my
Mama she’ll say "yeah that’s Nick!"
Knew a couple crips, Knew a couple bloods
But, I choose to be an insane
Artist and not a thug
Mixin up words like some volatile chemicals
Tryna blow up like Nitrogen
Inside an inner tube
Minuscule minds may not comprehend
The depths of my insanity could
Crush a mortal man
Hear no, See no, speak to evil
I leave that to Godi
I’m the rap Don Cheeto, what the fuck?
And Ubi he could be the
Tony stark or you could
Be the coward ass lion with a phony heart

I keep it moving, you dead, I’m ahead a mile
It’s heated In the kitchen, I’m chefin
Go get a towel
Witness the Resurrection they said
I’ve been dead awhile
And I am a nice guy compared to a pedophile
I’m playing rip van villain so
Put the beard away
And flowing tidal wavy while
Chugging another beer today
Could give a shit if the haters
Appear or hear to stay
And like I won’t shake em and
Throw my fucking career away
Don’t ever come at me riffing
I ain’t a sucker
If my blade’s in your cunt then
My knife is a motherfucker
Kill alert, ill alert
Pen spilling still in the dojo
I curse the Polaroid if I strike
A pose for the photo click, for sure though
It ain’t a problem to pen pain
If I have a death wish If I die it's a win
Yay
I got the pulling these idiots try to push me
If you are what you eat
Then it's safe to call me a pussy (pussy)

My vocal tone fitted, I broke a bone with it
Trained for combat like a locamoti-div
Bombin on the track like it’s Kosovo… get it?
Get my Zach Delarocha on
Soak your soul in it the team I play for is
CES we will take organs
Illuminatti leave your body in
The great forest if he want a peace of me
Then he gon’ wait for it
And if he close to me then he
Don’t need to pay for it
Meter maid score it, Anita Bake chorus
See a place foreign leavin any day Dorris
Watch over my brother Imma
Keep em safe: warning
Bitin all up on the hook and
I don’t need the bait, norman
I’m leavin break orbit, We in space soarin
Keep a cape, super hero need a break, Norris
Deviate, getting music free I hate Torrent
And if they come at us we wage war
Pray for em dog