Like you blow most rappers out of the water. I listen to your tracks often. On another level reaching out to kiss a devil... Anyways peace n love from Sweet Home, Oregon.
Exactly, he even fucking listens to Tech N9ne! And when I watched Pewds video and he quoted this I was like "WHY THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW CES CRU?" That moment was so awesome.
One of RU-vid's most popular persons listens to this song and maybe more by this group. This song is ill as fuck and even the swedish guy Pewdiepie listens to and quotes this song. Who still hatin?
I don't wanna buy this album online, but none of the stores in Cleveland seem to have 13 on the shelves. Anyone from this region know a solution to the problem?
[Ubiquitous] What up? What up? What up? What up? What up? It's- [Ubiquitous] What up? It's been a while, feels like we're losing touch Cause you don't ever write me, too busy doin' stuff We used to be the tightest, thick as a band of thieves I watch my life evolve away for you to answer me See, I'm in isolation, I been alone a minute I thought I'd try it out, now I'm just going with it A gift to go to prison, I'm told to know my limits Only to break my limits, escape before they break me The clock is staring at me, pressure is breathing on me They made me general, I'm expected to feed the army That's why I'm drinking light, say "Goodnight", leave the party Cause we don't need a Farley, rather you Peter Park me With great responsibility there comes a greater weight Deeper than shaking ass, heavy as 808s Digging my tunnel out, this is the great escape Paving the way for Ces and the rest of my label mates [Godemis] Well look at me I never, really got my shit together I'm teetering, believing I'm about to pull the ledger Prescription for the pressure, medicine on the dresser Jumping from the turnbuckle, I'm going out like The Wrestler Yes, sir, the tide is turning, sure as the world is burning I take a shot of tequila and that's to put the worm in The city's full of vermin, like when I quarantine it Blow up the world to survive and then start a war on Venus Where the hell am I going? I know nobody's knowing I chuck a deuce and fly which ever way the wind is blowing I don't worship the devil, she don't worship me either But we got something in common: the fact we're non-believers The poetry is potent, the paint is on the pallet The pain flew out the pen and, the blood is on the mallet The landscape is callous, fucker, we're in it, believe it Unless you can tell me a better way to spit it [Ubiquitous] Coming to get at you, got it coming Now get to running, you suckers ain't spitting nothing Go 'head and kick the bucket, go get a sick and duck it Well, do they bring the ruckus? Nah, this shit's sluggish And we don't fit the rubbish, so nothing was fit to publish Cousin, we getting money, some of you wish I wasn't But we don't give a fuck if you hate it or if you love it Don't be a dick, I made it, we've been officiated Yo, why these chickens acting like they're so sophisticated? You know we love the ladies, oh, that ain't nothing, baby When I get loose with my tongue and get fucking crazy I wonder why do they underrate us? If you don't like to gamble then why would you come to Vegas? I'm right in your fucking faces [Godemis] I know they're hating on us, but I don't know the reason Nobody gave a crawling fuck before we started eating I'm well aware that talking shit is just a part of preaching I paint a picture on the vellum while the pipes are leaking Somebody call the plumber, my phone is out of service Inside it don't affect me, on the surface I'm nervous Now what we're on the team, I'm in a stranger place They say "Just keep it Ces", and please don't paint your face Then I reply "I got it," I don't need you to leave me You Belladonna, hold me, I'm saying "Suck it easy" You do enough to please me, thanks to the hatred I'll be Writing a lightning and like it or not, well, Abu Dhabi [Tech] Yeah! Mother fucka!
I don't worship the devil, she don't worship me either But we got something in common in fact, we're non-believers- Godemis Go 'head and kick the bucket, go get a * and duck it Well, do they bring the ruckus? Nah, this shit's snuggish And we don't * the rubbish, so nothing was fit to publish- Ubi
