Ces Cru - Capture Enemy Soldiers lyrics

[Intro: Godemis] Heh, now check this out yo [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] Welcome to Kansas City Ces is the strongest camp in the city With the talent your committees got crammed in our little pinkies You can tell the truth sells Frontin' as if your records do well With the multi-platinum status check was supposed to get you through fails You're small-minded and all eyes blinded by ice bling and sh** Thinking your rhymes are getting you rich So you try winging it like Milli Vanilli live singing it Spitting disaster, match up for the main event Jack Ripper reverse gangster rapper Kid is asking "Why is he bringing it?" Cause we capture the enemy Over 60 rappers remedied Test penalty: snatch your energy like Bigby How quickly the balance of powers shifted Hip hop contains four elements, b**hes You must have missed it Rappers are shifty, MCs are gifted and lead the ma**es Every breath I breathe is pa**ionate It burns when I lace a verse [Verse 2: Godemis] To whomever it may concern I'mma burn them but leave the ashes Possess number two pencils for students stuck-up in cla**es Try learning about this rapping Not trying to make it happen What happened to fans clapping? People breaking the beats now strapped in the streets I guess being this real is played out Stuck in a maze, trying to find yourself to find a way out But you notice in Kansas City, most everybody is sh**ty Except for this list of lyricists I wrote and brought with me Caught me the few: Dr Who to Joe Good Approach and Mac Lethal; The Guild Human Cropcircles; Reach and Jock is my people, let's see Sundae, the Southside Posse, LeJiT is in Yeah, even that crazy-a** Vanilla Trife is my nig If you thought I forgot: I did not Leave you off with the list Somewhere along the way, you must've got Godemis pissed It's obvious I could just slay you rappers but humble until provoked After that, no punches pulled for the ignorant sh** you spoke, b**h [Bridge: Ubiquitous] Yeah, this is the debut of the Conglomerate Els We can't be helped We capture enemy soldiers and take hold of this culture With the iron grip of Bigby's crushing hand [Verse 3: Sorceress] A bitter, quitter, fire-spitter I throw the fuel in the litter Flip the script on DC couldn't see me masked And a bare lit blunt set put flame don't f**ing flicker even Why? But who needs a reason? Suppose it's a sicker season from biting the hand that feeds it Treason within legions, thought I was done teething Well, history does repeat on something of the sort So to speak it keeps me nervous, yet more observant Serpents is looking for something like "Don't forget about me when ya'll blow! Can I get a free CD and a shirt, man?" Yeah, thanks for the support, and I've only got to eat sh**, let's see: wipe my a** and maybe have a place to sleep How about a half of tank of gas? And I'm certain: fobbing to smash the pockets But hell, it's all good Charge into the strain and keep on rocking it when you're finally ready to wake It'll be too late, too little only to find the answers to the maze lie inside the riddle All the notes with no fiddle Our groups are some of the people But who's to say that's a bad thing being that most of them is deceitful anyway? Walk around with some homes like, "Where's the needle?' Diamonds, b**hes, and Regals, switches, switchers, and swingles It's all people minded, blinded by the bling of the shine It's temporary but you don't hear me So there goes another meaningless rhyme