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Shut Up Lyrics - Artist : CES Cru
[Ubiquitous:]
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 bits 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 recruits 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 suits 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 let's 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) 'Cause 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 [UBI:] 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 [Godemis:] 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 Cause 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 [UBI:] 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 [Lucid:] 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 its 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 commits 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 |
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