Sound Bite Lyrics - Codename: Ego Stripper - Ces Cru

Paint my face now you're hearin' a clown right? 

The flow's Tyson, livin' fear in the sound bite 

What the fuck y'all want, with a nigga with no marbles 

Put hearts in a jar then swallow the whole jarful 

Blind marksman in a ghillie suit, let off 

With a grunt, while I'm murderin' mini troops 

They're miniature, many troops in need of a medic, they better wrap gauze 

I'm a heretic and never pray to a rap god 

I fling blood on a door, whisper prayers in reverse 

Cast curse sling blood on a whore 

Slap the fuck out the Deacon, he's reachin' for that book 

Set the pages to flames, your lord is a lame, look 

I'ma invert the crucifix, feast on a virgin 

Work the word in, use ribs for toothpicks 

My Strange family crew's loose knit 

The radio don't even give us no play and we don't give two shits 

Jason Deevil, define his rhyming illegal 

While he's takin' warning shots out the eye of an iron eagle 

Wavy, I battle goons, you mad at whom, you outta tune 

But I ain't worried, they versed me inside a padded room 

My vibe humming it come from inside a dying sun 

Add it to the Saturn moons, Pythagoras find a sum 

(Living by the sword, my strict diet is by the gun 

Claiming they not pussy but wet as vagina comes) 

I'm comin' fresh off the bus, big trees on my brain 

Run up in the spot, eyes freeze on my frame 

They looking I ain't trying to duck 

See what the club cooking up 

Bad bitch, heaven sent, hellbent on hooking up 

In the back of the venue, she putting pressure on me 

No matter how much she push, it's never gon be 

I swear this lifestyle was never for me 

I swear to the god of war, I'll never tour free 

Now I'm swimming in dirty women, let me backstroke 

I could leave it to beave or be the Eddie Haskell 

Damn, now I'm coming off like a petty asshole 

But it's better than buyin' beers for Betty Bashful 

Hah, What I'm trying to see is some steady cash flow 

Rain down parade style, confetti with flag flown 

I'm on a float flying, with dope sinus 

Sniffing out the lames, I came with co-signage 

Flame, thrown by him my game, Kobe Bryant 

If they don't know why, they can blame the flow 

I ain't afraid to show, shine in my chain 

Frankly a fraction of what you'd find in my brain 

Lion to tame, eye on the game 

Watching my environment change 

Where many have passed on, only have remained 

Livewire the game, prolly kick a hole in ya brain 

If we spinning out of control, ya know I'm rolling a plane 

Ces so entertain (ing), Never sick with the Gan (grene) 

Think it could be so wonderful, run with the A (team) 

I bet you sweating bullets from under the ray (beam) 

Cause my penis and my pistol do sorta the same (thing) 

You full of faith, fearful of shit that you ain't seen 

Fans are repping Ces from here in the middi to Beijing 

(Is the sandman comin' to give me a daydream?) 

Putting y'all under the dirt and we getting away clean 

(I stay in tune with karma, and bare the weight like I'm movin' in water 

Illuminati's an illusion now use a comma 

Show me a rap god, Tutankhamun is too uncommon 

Pompeii when I'm busting, I'm spewing lava 

And you ain't gotta ask why it works, or backslide your words 

All you gotta know is we both back, dying of thirst 

Every session is blessed, I'm baptizing the verse 

You better hold ya breath when you pass by the church 

Uh, I put my people on Jack Ryan alert 

Please pacify the perp in the back buying the shirt 

Our core fans bumping this track riding to work 

Mature fans classy as yours, we going worldwide 

Really we only came for packing the floor, man 

That girl fly but she's macking the doorman 

After the show it's back to the tour van 

Back Packed full of clothes, I'm back on the road)