Strange Creature Lyrics - Codename: Ego Stripper - Ces Cru

Past dreams, past hopes and schemes, my cru's flowin 

And blowin up and that's dope to me homie I 

Open your chi with the stroke of a key and you can 

Scope it in threes bro it's totally sweet!! 

My poetry's so many bullet bills loaded and cocked 

Fannin the hammer head sharp shooter blowin my top 

The grass knoll park shooter melons will pop 

Bearing witness to how the Con-Glom Element rock 

Gentlemen pull your mics out, walk em like a tightrope 

How to stay a float I, guide em like a lighthouse 

Career been getting rocky, hide inside a lifeboat 

Panic abandon ship El Cap-I-tain about survival 

Let me calm down, dead em on arrival 

Place your hands palm down sweatin on the bible 

Keep your weapons drawn, manifested all styles 

Lucky lefty steppin on your leprechaun title ya bitch 

What is up doe? Am I faded? 

Fuck No! Sober than a motherfucker 

Still on that cut throat 

Similar to Aston Coming through blasting 

Similies like 2 23's I'm an assassin 

Big ass bullets with a big ass dick 

And you can go and ask my mama she'll say "Yeah that's Nick!" 

Knew a couple crips, Knew a couple bloods 

But I choose to be an insane artist and not a thug 

Mixin up words like some volatile chemicals 

Tryna blow up like Nitrogen inside an inner tube 

Minuscule minds may not comprehend 

The depths of my insanity could crush a mortal man 

Hear no, See no, speak to evil, I leave that to Godi 

I'm the rap Don Cheeto, what the fuck? 

And Ubi he could be the tony stark or you could 

Be the coward ass lion with a phony heart 

I keep it moving, you dead, I'm ahead a mile 

It's heated In the kitchen, I'm chefin, go get a towel 

Witness the Resurrection they said I've been dead awhile 

And I am a nice guy compared to a pedophile 

I'm playing rip van villain so put the beard away 

And flowing tidal wavy while chugging another beer today 

Could give a shit if the haters appear or hear to stay 

And like I won't shake em and throw my fucking career away 

Don't ever come at me riffing I ain't a sucker 

If my blade's in your cunt then my knife is a motherfucker 

Kill alert, ill alert, pen spilling still in the dojo 

I curse the Polaroid if I strike a pose for the photo 

Click, for sure though, it ain't a problem to pen pain 

If I have a death wish If I die its a win, yay 

I got the pulling these idiots try to push me 

If you are what you eat, then its safe to call me a pussy (pussy) 

My vocal tone fitted, I broke a bone with it 

Trained for combat like a locamoti-div 

Bombin on the track like it's Kosovo... get it? 

Get my Zach Delarocha on, soak your soul in it 

The team I play for is CES we will take organs 

Illuminatti leave your body in the great forest 

If he want a peace of me then he gon' wait for it 

And if he close to me then he don't need to pay for it 

Meter maid score it, Anita Bake chorus 

See a place foreign leavin any day Dorris 

Watch over my brother Imma keep em safe: warning 

Bitin all up on the hook and I don't need the bait, Norman 

I'm leavin break orbit, We in space soarin 

Keep a cape, super hero need a break, Norris 

Deviate, getting music free I hate Torrent 

And if they come at us we wage war, pray for em dog...