Cypha1 - CES Cru

Yeah

J-dean

6 times for ya

What the fuck you want from me dawg?

Want me to compliment your chain?

And notice how you’re stuntin' when you’re skating on them thangs?

And notice how you’re stuntin' when you’re hoppin' out the range?

And use that shitty style where every rhyme and words the same

I’m sicker then you suckers off of half a line of 'caine

I’m here to chain your body to the tracks to guide the train

To do away with all that girly rap inside your brain

You rapping for the chickens like you’re only out for change

I’m bound to get a coke out of the machine without the change

And break you like a fifty-dollar bill without the change

I kept the pattern simple so it’s seepin' in your brain

But my pattern’s like the weather if you peep it, it’ll change

I am fucked

Swam the English Channel in handcuffs

And rode the Orient express with both of my hands up

This ain’t about whoever ain’t bussin', but whose missing

So I pack a butcher knife to stick into you stool pigeons

You claim you murder me, with some caliber tool spitting

And I hate to have to show you which one of us fools kidding

I throw you off the balcony screamin' out «Good Riddance»

Ripping average masterpieces, you come in with good written

Huh!

Like that

Like this

Joe Good

One time

Ces Cru

Reach in the house

Yeah, it’s like this, check it out

I don’t rock mics for shiny links or brand new minks

I’m trying to entertain your home girl to buy me a drink

What you think —

Cause I’m rapping, I happen to have funds?

I just quit my job, I happen to have none

Zip, zero, stingy with dinero

Can’t light your wrist, cause I ain’t got shit

Two pockets with a lot of lint, that about it ma

Yo, you really gotta buy my disc

Because I spent up my last two bucks to get here

And if you know the gas price, you know I’m sincere

Pump the brakes, you got facts to face

If you think I got to sleep with you to crash at your place

I ain’t a gigolo, slow when I give it, that be that nigga joe

Soon as you can slow my mission, I hit the road

A new city for my plots to bub

Set up shop

Drop the buzz, and get pocket love

Yes reach

Nice rumble on the track

Mic wonder on the rap

Loud like thunder when it clap

I want you to react like you wanna get attacked

Confront you in the back, and I’mma punch you in your trap

Got you thinking I’m a big brother that jumped you in the frat

A macho man, Slam a brother flush into a mat

Brazen like the soldiers when they rushed into Iraq

Chop your legs, chop your arms, Like I’m coming with an axe

My company stands back

While you beggin' to get your man on

But don’t care to believe that you’re paraplegic, no leg to stand on

Get a chair, you need it to sit

We so retarded

Ces shitting, you only farted

Webo, guarded the beats

Squads treated with no regard

Feastin'

We clean the bone of the meat

And then gnaw to sharpen our teeth

Radar’s blippin' the skipper got a lock on your fleet

Chalk it as beef, and explore the consequence

My styles stiffer

I switch it to vowels when I’m bored with consonants

Got your bowels knotted up, shopping for more incontinence

Kicking the door, cussin'

Countin' on your incompetence

Slayed in a swarm and blame it on poor reconnaissance

Since we take 'em to war like raidin' the foreign continents

Born of dominance

American Joe Anonymous

My cold esophagus spits snow and its polar opposite

Showing off is shit

Hip-Hop can get so monotonous

Overthrow control and blow holes in the oval offices

Chokin' off your oxygen flow, no hope of stoppin'

I don’t profit off of vocals, although I’m a vocal prophet

I snatch a ride like kiddo then piss in an open socket

You can get to know a lot from the kiss of the cobra

Over and out