Lotus - CES Cru

And the way that he’s been doin' it makes it hard for niggas to keep up

They might’ve been local forever, but Tech swooped 'em

For murderin' everything in the MIDI, Duke Nukem

These suckas throwin' caution to wind, we might slaughter

But just to set it off once again be like water

Don’t focus on the finger miss all that heavenly glory

Those rhymes are fuckin' recycled, no wonder you niggas bore me

Poor me, suckin' me dry of my energy, can’t stop

We’ve diversified the label, they label it Strange Hop

My angels prayin' to demons, I’m wavy that’s why I’m leanin'

Chug up a cup of blood, now it’s somethin' to put the lean in

Meanin' I’m wildin' out for the night and I’m writin' light-nin'

Like it or not, I’m right in the light and I’m kinda likin' it

Fighting 'em like a lichen, if I tried then I might win

Parasailin' in peril, as soon as I catch the right wind (Aight then)

But to be one of the greatest is to be hated

Took a look around the room and it feels like I finally made it

Made it, made it

Made it

Made it, finally made it

Arrived, here, all this fuckin' way

Still on my first wind, your journey just started, full tank-

And it feels like it never stopped

I ain’t tired, folks

We graduated from the block with a full ride, covered the countryside

To the stage where we don’t play games, now come alive

Shut my eyes thinkin', «What if we never make it?»

All of the years that we’ve invested are wasted

It’s comin' up close I can see

Told me to look but don’t touch, told me to touch but don’t taste

I’ve been starving for years, homie, you stuffin' your face

Rather I work like a slave than to be stuck in no place

And seein' nothin', no way!

I’m freein' up my soul

Came with all my chakras aligned

How could they possibly think I’d be fallin' off in my prime?

Strange gave me my shot!

I sawed it off for the N9ne

Patiently waitin' my turn and you nodded off in the line

Homie, they callin' your number, during your slumber I shine

Snatchin' up what is mine, the classic come-from-behind win

I’m catching that high wind, my weapon is silent

You can hear what I’m thinkin' inside this deafening silence

Two hands on the clock, never forget what the time is

Meditation affectin' perception under my eye-lids

I sit in Lotus and focus, stagger my steps

Takin' a shot at my body, at best they tattered my vest

Nobody’s snatchin' my breath, they only add to my stress

Stress pattern my flesh a lesson I have to accept

Shit, happens I guess, click-clack when I crept

Now sit back and ingest Constant Energy Struggles

And this track was a test