Lyrics Cerulean - Kill Bill: The Rapper

Cerulean City inside the rear-view
Smoke pouring out of the window I like to peer through
Catch me on a wave for days
She put my on my toes in my favorite way
She breakin' fingers
Breaking English; she don't speak a lot
Got a badge on the jacket, boy I need to cop
And she say we 'bout to surf on Cinnabar
Feeling hard
Slipping on the coast line like both times
What's your name girl? Can a player get your number?
Put it down. She the missing number
Smoke a spliff with me
Coasting through Glitch City
Got the baddest bitch with me
...Really, though?

Is it the drugs or the fantasy?
I got bugs in my canopy
Buzzed and it's cancer-free
Is it the drugs or the fantasy?
I got bugs in my canopy
Buzzin' and it's cancer-free
Is it the drugs or the fantasy?
I got bugs in my canopy
Buzzed and it's cancer-free
Is it the drugs or the fantasy?
I got these bugs in my canopy
Buzzin' and it's cancer-free

What you wanna talk about?
Cause we ain't gotta talk at all?
I'm trying to shake, I'm just shaking
White marble like the Taj Mahal
So what you wanna talk about?
Cause I ain't gotta talk at all?
Take a break, I can't shake it
Soon I won't walk at all
...Fuck

Split the dutch, pack it fatter than it once was
Lucy on the tongue; start blacking with a youngblood
It's all acting until they actually get their fronts crushed
No ball passing, I'm Jackson times five
Mathematics
I don't wanna talk shit, I've got some bad habits
Trying to stay humble, but I guess I'm bad at it
I've got a lot of things, but it's never bad rapping
We crawling out the mud, you can hear the gats clapping
Lost a couple friends who was trying the backstabbing
You reap what you sew, what a fucking sad adage
Burn it all down, chalk it up to bad practice
...Fuck it

Bury your feelings inside a double-cup
I'm like the only rapper here to tell you that you're fucking up
Pour it up for Yams. Pour it up for Screw
Pour it up for Pimp, and then we'll pour it up for you
Riding around the city with my lights off
I'm just another rapper you reviewers about to write off
Trying to buy time. Ballpark: what that might cost?
Caught my ass slipping so hard, I might just slide off
I been close to the edge
How you say you helped me fly when you've been holding my legs?
It's pro bono with you rappers; I'ma snap and kill all y'all
Platinum from the mouth: you would swear the grill Paul Wall
I'm on 64, maybe I could drift ashore
50 miles out, I'm gonna need at least 50 more
Boy, I lit the gas all winter
Stared at empty plates like, "That's y'all's dinner"
God damn sick of these sticky situations
The parts were all there, I blame shitty installation
That's a fucking shot if I ever did hear one
Fuck you

Backwoods packages litter tabletops
Cats get mangled trying to tangle with a Bengal, watch
My last shit put the game in an ankle lock
Hanging on the corner, pass it out, it's like I'm slanging rocks
Twenty-four solid rotations
I feel like two people, man, they're watching both faces
Jinzo is Kill Bill; and Kill Bill will kill you
These benzos and chill pills; my limbs slow as mildew
And that's some shit to think about, bitch
Drain the mud up out the Sprite, you'd still drink it out quick
Trying to be cool
Man fuck it dude just be you
Shit!