It's Over - CES Cru, Ces Cru feat. Tech N9ne and Krizz Kaliko

Damn, forgot to do something

Oh yeah, it ain’t over, motherfuckers

Could it be they don’t really know me?

I don’t care, fuck you, blow me

I’mma get it right for the show me

Can’t nobody call me out, I’m a vet' 'round here

Y’all stuck in the middle like Monie

Cooked with the roni

Up to my neck in a pile full of vixens sucking up on me

Fuckin' her face like I love that bitch

But I won’t ever let one control me

Fuck with it Bro B, look, I’mma luncheon

Ridin' the back of a one-trick-pony

Back in the function, lightin' the stage on fire

Now look at me like a phony

Hooked I’m an only -- child and I give two shits if a bitch wanna run up on me

You can lick my asshole but do not pass go

Gotta pay me what you owe me

Wait!

For the warning I’m alarming 'em all

You finna get mauled outside the mini-mall

And admit it we are literally raw

Y’all Mitch Bade with a thong and a bra

Better call the law, the snake and the bat in the building

Swildin' I’m stackin' a million

Crackin' a couple of cases smokin' a freshy

Facin' the fuckin' ceiling, chillin'

It ain’t over 'til it’s over

Okay, this shit’s over

Huh, uh

I’m about to act in my faith so I rap in the game and the game

Mean we back with the fame like a slap in the face

It’s strange, how I laugh at the pain get to tappin' your brakes

Need a couple racks in the safe

I’m stacking the cake, I play for the bat and the snake

Never wonder why I’m jackin' my rates

I train in the trap, livin' in a maze

No map now I’m runnin' like a rat in a race

I happen to know, many men are wrapped in my soul

Man you dunno the half of the whole

I chill in the class on my own

I’m feeling when you rappin' it feels like Attack of the Clones

Can’t tell the weird from the wack

Skill from the flash, Jill from the Jack from the Joe

I act on my own, after the throne

Come up out of my chair, the gat to your dome

Pass me the dro on the left hand side

No captain of coke, I’mma let that ride

Wrapped in a robe, Jedi Knight

Bet I bust on the mic with dead eyesight

I’m back in the zone like I never had left it

Somebody show me which crew better than Ces is

I don’t know why they ain’t get 'em a necklace

Get 'em a world tour with a bed and a breakfast, uh ha

Once again the never ending (Kali)

Always offending rappers, over now they’re bending

The death of hip hop open my mouth avenging

I’m way too clean, all of your styles are dingy

Never see me (No!)

Even if you had me under a microscope, see my mic provokes 'em

A Twitter full of fans and you’re by your lonesome

Get her out of her pants and you know she wants some

(Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme)

Your status ain’t nothing more than a penny

Rap until my lungs is empty

Even Tecca Nina can’t pretend to be me

The wild in me or Godi defend the Ubi

This is my duty to rock and then don’t stop it then they interview me

Don’t know me that ain’t common 'cause I ain’t a newbie

I’m a painter from anguish

You don’t know, baby you ain’t speakin my language

It’s a done dealy-bob, a done deal-rosky

Got a deal so you can’t approach me

Hot so you never could roast me

So it ain’t finished, finito until I say so brosky

So I clobber 'em when I’m coming I slobber 'em

Don’t bother em with garbage

This shit’s over, but I feel like it barely started (Kali)

It ain’t over 'til it’s over

Okay, this shit’s over

You need Scheiße spray, because my shit’s makin' the flies split

So anybody that want it they’re gonna die today

When the mic sits upon my lips it come a crisis, you better hide away

High pitch, you no like this, then it’s bye bitch, don’t even try to play

White Mike and it’s Donnie, your life’s a bitch

When it’s Tecca Nina with them and then a Spider K

We groovy with a Caucasian and three mulies

Never disrespect us see toolies from Kali, Godi, me, Ubi (Eh!)

Effortless I’m gonna change your brain

Bring every wicked bit of Strange to mainstream

Now my baby-making thangs are hanging

'Cause my type of insane we slanging

And you don’t wanna wake up

In the middle of killers a milli gonna rudder you up and

I feel up a butter my niggas ill and willing to buck

With a villain a cutter you chilling with a pill in your gut!

I wa- I wanna rock, nine mil I got

I’m in this, rhyming assault, shot when I call bubble

The way I’m livin' it ain’t nothing subtle

And he just livin' in a fucking hovel

It ain’t over 'til it’s over

Okay, this shit’s over