Dirge and Dean - CES Cru

Seeing things from all sides

Like a dice between my thumb and my first finger I set spinning

Now I satiated my appetite and the thirst lingers

Rap lines about ubiq I’ll recoil with the cursed finger

Take a dip

My mind is an ocean I search tankers

Finding the boats that sank 'cause their chained to the earth, anchored

Replacing destroyed papers, bases and artifacts

Retracing mistakes I made to the places they started at

Self-educator healthily raping the almanac

With nothing but rhymes written, my face is a college stack

My brain’s ready for steak and I’m brazen to swallow fat

My time I gained from classes escaped from my common past

I let it go like something I love

True to the blue my memory is not once what it was

You can bet I give the credit to the blunts and the drugs

All of that said and you can still find me up at the clubs like what the fuck,

right?

Ain’t nothing funny you dick

After you go without a show for a couple of months

Looking back and now you know that’s a slump in your run

Working forty hour jobs and eating lunch on the bus like you be who?

And I slide up on the scene outkast like hootie-hoo

And nobody gives me dap and I bounce in a shitty mood

So I smoke weed, I ain’t shaggy from Scooby doo

Just cause you can see me usually happy and moody too

Instead of acting crappy it’s back to the studio

With nothing to hold me up

Mi no más con mi novia

Where’s the beat throw it up, I pen it won’t play around

Treat it like an old dog when it’s dying and lay it down

Don’t tell 'em where I’m going

No, watch what you’re saying now

Stop biting in the styles I’m developing in the open

Just because it gets recorded in press

Don’t mean it’s born from your breath

I can’t afford to accept it

This is your warning from CES

Rappers bore me to death, perhaps adore me you wretch

You floor’s filthy my laboratory is swept

And if ever it should pass that I benefit from your loss

Then you’d better get your ass from this place or its getting tossed up 'cause

I don’t know what you thought but

It’s not tough to lock someone in a room and get 'em chopped up

And people say «yo, CES why you talk stuff?»

We talk shit 'cause you walk in with your Glock cous

I don’t know what you thoughtbut

It’s not tough to lock someone in a room and get 'em chopped up

(Chopped up)

And people say «yo, CES why you talk stuff?»

We talk stuff 'cause they walk in their Glock in their hand

I wake at the break of day and write to the crack of dawn

Passion to splash the page peer pressure I pack it on

Pure professional

And I made plans, you plan to wait

There’s no escaping debates who’s looking for candidates

Don’t bother looking further just look at this handsome face

Sixty-seven mistakes in the session your man is eight

9 out of 10 rappers wear rings with 50 carrats

While the scream about the gun and make noise like Dickiy Barrett

Dirge is a dirty cheat

Dean is a shifty baron

Roger Kent in a Honda element with tipsy blaring a twelve

Gimmie a chair, shell, bars, pen, paper and cell

Give me no love?

Well the fuck it I’m gon' make it myself

Generate Joy, pain, poison and flame

Be men and defend your friends and go join them in pain

Seems every ploy is the same

Probably and what’s the point?

Smelling a sack of cess we be doing the double joints

Or a single malt scotch and a shake with triple thickness

These chumps will fuck around so we came on official business

Diss for your diggy-dawg and a dick for your little missus

Our efficient skills spit and grill, drift with the real sickness you dick

Ubiquitous on a mission I’m 5'7"in height

Your biggest fish imma bait 'em with line get 'em to bite

Handcuff 'em and tied, read him his rights

You pennywise dead in the lights

Ripping so many mics on the daily

Your money is petty and ready for anybody

Arms steady up in a V Like come and get me you bitch

As for shows, any less than 150 ain’t really enough to bust

So I guess you ain’t gonna get so I spit

I don’t know what y’all thought but

It’s not tough to lock someone in a room and get 'em chopped up

And people always say «CES why you talk stuff?»

We talk stuff 'cause they walk in with their Glock cous

I don’t know what you thought but

It’s not tough to lock someone in a room and get 'em chopped up

(Chopped up)

And people always say «CES why you talk stuff?»

We talk stuff 'cause they walk in their Glock in their hand