Cypha3 - CES Cru

CES is back to reign in this

After major changes and maintenance

basing of this

Raised in a rage against

The painful glitch I’ve been chasing with patience

Since the pages dripped with

Major script

Before the fame hits

And rearranges the way of spitting

By making grif I’m banging this

Favoured and blessed

My writing angle is CES

My second language and

My first ingredient and recipe

Rhymes meshed in the beat

A lesson for me by teaching my meshes progressively

Beef addressed in the streets

Peace in the middle, West and East

Learn how to accept defeat

Deal with regret and grief

Torn deep

Stressed and beat from depression

Ignored dreams

My destiny born to complete the quest that’s sworn to me

Beyond a pawn position in chess

Each song’s written from the bonds of a prison cell

Mind that’s gone demented

The long-sentence no-bail jail with strong fences

Con-medics and fraud dentists for jaw-clenching

I’m tough

End of discussion push this pen in your guts

My fingertips can distinguish real men from the muds

My head is already edgy

Like I’m ready for what?

And I crack jaws and chip your teeth up like the penny and plus

Say my name six times in the mirror then I appear

Show me love like death cab does to Gwenevere

Give it here like rent with overdue, late fees

You can call me in the morning right after you take these

Everybody wanna be the next rapper to make cheese

But they only did work for old ladies to rake leaves

So please don’t

Bother me fo'

Figure it out

Fuck you Fee-Fi-fumbling shit

So keep your mouth shut

My Shawshank sure-shot serum lets serve serpents

The covert cold-heart murdering on purpose

The perp is

Pounds from people who get down

My sound surround like what you didn’t see coming

And Godemis’ll knock out your teeth

I’m leaving you gumming

And better yet you rob a bank

And you ain’t leaving with nothing

Thats what you call a botched robbery

Godemis obviously

Is ripping fo’s

Keeping you right on your tippy toes

I get up to what you wanna do

You causing that static

I get up all over your city like my name is Maddock

With a long hand

Disbanding your band of brothers

I’m the sand, you the flame I’m planning to smother

And hover over your barracks

You scared of this here

But niggas don’t wanna know When I’m getting in their ear

Just like a Q-tip

With two hips broke

You need replacements

And Godemis will take cheers leaders up in the basement

And stack 'me up with a padlock

The rhymes is in a mas doc

And I ain’t go to go up in a notebook with no hook

I’m in the booth

Drunk like 90 proof

So what ya wanna do?

Godemis come busting that loose noose

Fucking around in KC

You’ll get your top popped like Kennedy

On the call of duty, you’ll lose your helmet

While calling for your cavalry

You know you can’t stand it

When you could take a seat and get capped with the handy

They call me handyman

'cause I’m nice with the tools

Fresh like some new shoes

Fresh like some 22s

You think you brand new?

You fools ain’t got a clue

'cause I was freaking your style back in middle school

Back when you thought getting her number was cool

I was breaking in her mouth

Tryna get in the womb

You was a young MC tryna bust a move

I was in that ass tryna get in the groove

Ya bitch