Ces Cru - The Playground lyrics

I'm the fliest, Philly lighting, filibuster
Flow philanthropist
Fill 'em with pheromones while
Fantasising over cannabis
Calling him Solomon
Concubines swallow Klonopins
Follow him down the rabbit hole
And hold delights anonymous
My native tongue
Dope enough to make your nasal run
The way we come in and kill
'em with butter vocal radiance
Riduculo rhythm original pushing the pinnacle
Pull a centrefold Sally and
Double digit De Niro-ro

Pardon my penmanship
My paragraph pin point so i hog tie'em
Poke'em and prod'em and burn the joint slow
Slang so ridiculous I'm speaking
In tongues right?
Plus my flesh bubbling when
Under the sunlight the, demon is in'em
Dean'll continue to bring'em the venom
In a verse, don't consider it sinning sinner
Sayonara i serenade with sentences simply
While dancing on the beat like
Fingers tapping on ten keys

I'm saturated with tomorrow
I make her temple bounce like Achilles
Decapitated Apollo, your days are borrowed
Make a model
To manipulate minds like, Che Guevara
This is classic
Like Dean Malenko, Eddie Guerrero
Flost feddy apparel
Throw a gloss on the era
Rock a mic like Heraldo Rivera
With broken nose I'm approaching those
With broken flows
Just so you know, when I do-ci do
Yall paralyzed like polio ayo

Yo we know no nose knows
Like Godemis' nose knows
The window of opportunity closed on
My friends and foes
Ya I suppose, looking through
But I dosed off, life is a bitch
She was rippin on me snatchin her clothes off
I caught a vision of her
Inside the stormy weather
It was reminded a thing of
Beauties a joy forever
Always say never, I’m cuttin ‘em all down
Past the point of no return
Puffin Diesel and James Brown

Every joint I touch n burn
A seal of an 8th sounds
2009 Kids get killed on the playground
While you wait around for weight
I know my way around ya place
No mistakes allowed
Galvanize and brake ya power gates
Praise academy
Start with letter J and add a D
The U B I, double deep in ya greyest anatomy
I’m sayin inhale the 3rd fifth an
Nineteenth exhale imagination
Now that’s amazin, assassination Jason!

You want it come n get it
We got it for all yall
The U B I we’ll callem out like a foul ball
We doubt yall
Rookies are ready for runnin game
Regular rappers get run-over playin
Chickens with trains blow ya brain
Out the back of ya bobble’n head homes
Slayer sounds
People burn down the village n head home
Lead poems out the barrel for
Layin em all down keep ya hands and ya feet
To yourself on the playground