Highlander Lyrics - Ces Cru

We were riding high 

They were rolling low 

We were grinding heavy 

They would take it slow 

They wanna know the game 

But it can't be told 

No it can't be sold 

Why they thinking that it can't be so 

You gotta give me space 

I gotta hit these dates 

Got a lot of chicks giving me chase 

But can nobody ever seem to get me the pace, it's quick (YA) 

It's Will Bixby and Gates 

Hit 'em with the real sixteen for cake (YO) 

For God's sakes, what I really needs' a break 

Break it down, roll it up, Philly weed and shake 

Breaking down the rhyme at a millipede's pace 

Pray to see the light of day or will it be a waste 

Hillary's a fake and Don Trump's a fraud 

Either way they both livin' way above the law 

Hip Hop dead, motherfuck this I'm gone 

Master of Puppets and Justice for All 

Load 'em up, Kill 'em All Reload and BRAT 

Death Magnetic let them all Fade to Black 

I been chillin' out in the back hallway 

Waitin' for one of y'all to collapse on stage 

My hat's off, better get your facts all straight 

Before you get figured out and get black balled (HEYY) 

I see you runnin' like a track star 

Too bad you run in a circle around in the backyard 

It's like nobody did ever listen to Black Star 

And if they did they probably thought it was whack bars 

I guess they too cool for school they act dumb 

And sell the venom to kids and get 'em a fat sum 

I'm Highlander maybe one of the last ones 

Who give a fuck what they talk about in their rap song (YA) 

We were riding high 

They were rolling low 

We were grinding heavy 

They would take it slow 

They wanna know the game 

But it can't be told 

No it can't be sold 

Why they thinking that it can't be so 

We were riding high 

They were rolling low 

We were grinding heavy 

They would take it slow 

They wanna know the game 

But it can't be told 

And it can't be sold 

When you're rollin' with the banditos 

Keep an eye on the clock as the hands go around 

Cause you gotta know the time and the season 

Listen up and everybody soundin' like clowns 

They never had a rhyme nor a reason 

The roof is on fire everybody leavin' 

The air is still and it got everybody wheezin' 

I got the keys keys keys got the keys keys keys 

Which means I be gone for the weekend 

These idiots be acting like I ain't got it when I always had it 

Been at it with a pad and a pen and it never mattered the patterns 

I was developin' hell I been a veteran long as a lot of y'all walkin' the planet and 

I don't need an automatic I'm doing this out of habit, you silly rabbit 

Anybody can have it if you in it then grab it, do it good as the baddest 

Take a look at the status yeah it's Godi doin' the Hammerdance 

Go ahead and forfeit you never had a chance 

They holla at us and we answer with an avalanche 

I'm going Super Saiyan stayin' in a battle stance 

Kamehameha flying out of both of my hands 

I need a milli Travis said to give me that advance 

I probably well enough to never need a battle plan 

Even the Murs guy said I was a battered man 

Show me the money tell me put it in my fucking hand