Текст песни Lotus - Ces Cru
Ces
Cru
music
comin'
up
out
yo
speaker,
The
Deevil's
in
the
mirror
praying
to
God,
scrubbin'
his
features,
He
came
a
helluva
way
from
battlin'
squads,
murderin'
features,
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,
Pour
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
wilin'
out
for
the
night,
and
I'm
writin'
likin'
it,
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,
soon
as
I
catch
the
right
wind,
But
to
be
one
of
the
greatest
is
to
be
hated,
Take
a
look
around
the
room
and
it
feels
like
I
finally
made
it...
Made
it
made
it
(made
it)
made
it,
Godemis:
Finally
made
it,
Ubiquitous:
Arrived,
here,
all
this
fuckin'
way,
Godi:
Still
on
my
first
wind,
your
journey
just
started,
full
tank--
Ubi:
And
it
feels
like
it
never
stopped,
Godi:
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
see
enough
to
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
with
a
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
si-lent,
You
can
hear
what
I'm
thinkin'
inside
this
deafening
si-lence,
Two
hands
on
the
clock,
never
forget
what
the
time
is,
Meditation
affecting
perception
under
my
eye-lids,
I
sit
in
Lotus
and
focus,
stagger
my
steps,
Takin'
a
shot
at
my
body
at
best
they
tatted
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,
Klick
--
Clack
when
I
crept,
Now
sit
--
back
and
ingest
'Constant
Energy
Struggles'
And
this
track
was
a
test...
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