Shut Up - CES Cru

Long before all of this, I explored darkness

Before marketing strategies and artist savage agreed

First I had to be sick, and as flick asinthe cypher when I bust

Plus I gotta be big pimpin' when I’m lightin' it up

And make sure that each rhyme is hittin'

When I’m writin' I’m dumpin'

No way

They gon' cop and listen if your life’s in a slump

And most days I’ll be on a mission

Pay the price at the pump

I’ll be dippin' hittin up quick trip more than twice in a month

I ain’t chicken you bitch

Ubiquitous been wide from the jump

Spittin' pissin' vinegar bitter bits I slice with the tongue

And that chitter-chatter don’t matter

Fingers pry from the rungs on the ladder

Say «later hater»

Snatch the life from your lungs

The master mage

Capture enemy troops

Ready recruits

OG’s with a nose clean of all the 'phetamine boosts

Tell 'em you’ll never leave loot

Two pair of socks, one pair of boots

Then para-troop on the capital

With gats and ebony suits

Nobody shoots, keep safety on your weapons we shoot

Only when ordered to do so upon Persephone’s cue

The formula stays the same except the recipe’s new

Ain’t no testin' me in the game, even the referee’s crew

When CES Cru lets loose the skill

Either be peppered or killed

After the capital next on the list it’s Beverly Hills

Underestimating the CES has got me ready to kill

Underestimating the CES since we dropped Ready’N Will

Ya’ll better chill (the fuck out)

'cuz none of ya’ll wanted what Tommy lift

Godemis, Lucid and Roger Kent slay a hater, anonymous

Hollow tip when you talkin' you talkin' that hollow shit

Fat lip full of collagen

Spit it hotter than Halogen

So chill the fuck out (yeah)

Now sit the fuck down (down)

And shut the fuck up (uh-huh)

Now get the fuck up (or what?)

Motherfucker stand down (what)

Throw your fuckin' hands up (hands up)

Pick it up, now hands down, don’t get mixed the fuck up

Ya’ll better chill the fuck out

Now sit the fuck down (down)

And shut the fuck up (up)

Now listen the fuck up (now)

Motherfucker hands down (down)

Throw your fuckin' hands up (up)

Don’t fuck it up, now hands down (down)

Heads get mixed the fuck up

Ya’ll better chill the fuck out

What I need in my life

Peace of mind, Good weed and a mic

20/20 vision peepin' what the scenery’s like

So let the blindness of the game intervene in your sight

Enemy fire comin' on your left so lean to the right

Ces came to get you airheads high as a kite

And Kimberly the state of nirvana like ridin' a bike

Cuz all the sleepers keep snoozin' they afraid of the light

It’s not tough to get you open with the blade of a knife

You stuck pumpin' them birds

I be blazin' a mic

With the Sorceress on the left of me, UBI on the right

It’s like I maintain

Only to crash and burn harder and hotter than last time

I don’t spit cash rhymes

I spit the ridiculous shit

And off a rail or a line

Forgin' an MO blowin' holes through your thick ass dime

And I don’t want trouble, all I wants to double the buzz

And triple the love

We’re impervious to you thugs

Why the hell you wildin' out bustin' off all of them slugs

And you could be the bigger man and sweep it under the rug

We got to act right, properly conducted in clubs

To lock it down without the yellow tape and buckets of blood

Claiming it wasn’t enough and in reality it was

Fifty hungry gorilla infantry to rally with us

To whose holdin' atomic weapons doesn’t matter as much

Titter tatter you fucks, takin' heads to tally 'em up

I’ve had emough

J-Dodemis Ubi, and Tommy Lift (c'mon)

Lucid to whoever’s honestly (what up) claimin' they got the gift

With none in the clip all the fuck you run is your lips

To everybody gettin' rained on from under my tip

Ya’ll better

It starts with a sketch

Scribbling lines in the page jargon and text

Warrior wordsmith wielding a poison tongue

With an arsenic-drenched arsenal of darts to despense

Armour defence deflecting arrows

Peril: iminent, risky

Odds to bet it all to your death to pit against me

I reckon its fifty-fifty

With chances are slimmin' 'em

Skilled marksman targeted one shot between the eyes

Like four S’s in Mississipi

More precious than

Craft in this artist

Half his breath in this inner city

Rap with passion, the hardest

Dark depression commits are fitting

Grapple with life

Mastered the hardest lesson, sitting pretty

Strictly speaking

Won’t fade away to misty regions

Slippin' deeper

Weed-smoking to chase the pain away

Livin' life in monotony, painting it shades of grey

Rather be crippled, bling, in poverty

Naked and fade for pray

Dedicated to predecessors who paved the way

And listeners, the reason we came to this stage to play