Ces Cru - "Rap Boy" Freestyle lyrics

[Hook: Godemis & Ubiquitous] Watching CES TV, Do it in 3D Rolling up a "L" trynna holler at her Breezy Sippin' KC TEA, Hooping CP3 I'm internal bleeding Motherf**ers can't see me Rollin' with my kin folk, blowin' heavy indo Fresh off the jet plane brain in Limbo Strange is the symbol, I make this sh** simple CES all day no matter which way the wind blow [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] They say "where you went" I'm saying "where you been at" I sh** on my crew's name Now you're praying that I [?] it Aim at ya b**h-a** Now look for one second end your life Should ya come out of your lane and ya [?] it Strange where I live at Many weather faces Dirty cash wrapped and ready in leather cases Dedicated racists reppin' confederation These knucklehead thugs, said it no hesitation Here this is a habit They run around the street Spread out the bread and shed a hundred pounds a week We call that Jenny Craig, they s** 'em out sweet s**in' on Brine Beet to be on underground heat (HA!) You couldn't get another ducket out of me I'm high up on this cloud, puffin' a pound of tree Nothing but sour D's now they ask how are we I say relax, the snake and the bat have empowered me [Hook 2: Ubiquitous] Thinking I got a rap boy, It's not a fact boy When I go and get it Believe I'm a bring it back boy Sayin' that we whack boy, I'm on attack boy When I get that check I'm a vanish and it's a wrap boy [Verse 2: Godemis] I don't care Who 'bout to blow co*ks**ers not on my level I don't mean to f** with ya'll when I say I write with the devil I cook up a hunk of meat before I cut it I let it settle If a Christine [?] foot is on the pedal Trynna catch up the cheddar if only these s**ers let us We eatin' where the f** ever just point us to where the bread is My head is full of the black, My closet's full of machetes You better ready the medic and tell him to bring the sedatives Set it and be the Haters and be defeated, forget it This sh**'ll jog you bananas it can and will if you let it They say that they happy for you until the day you get credit But you is so full of Judas and never lived to regret it I'm sick of battlin', going back and forth with the babblement This money's like a reason for livin' see I ain't havin' it You slippin' idiots feeling threatened by my hissin' I don't really give a sh**, I'm just sicker than y'all dissin' [Hook] [Hook 2: Godemis & Ubiquitous]