Ces Cru - Shadowboxing 2005 lyrics

[Verse 1: UBI] I breaks it down, do my own thizzle k** beat and thug people each weekend Godi changin' eye wear and dress changin' Nelly's hummin' go 'head try and sell me somethin' Blowin' cash and, goin' out and f**in' a** and gettin' smashed Drink anything, hunh Hennessy, Cris, Mo and Captain Now everybody talkin' bout their platinum, hmmm Is you bustin' sk** or is he flashin', hmmm Talk about yo cash flow Heard about how you were loaded at your last show Italian Stallion, chinky rhymes hot though From the fat to the blubber on my big hoes I keep it movin' know just what the f** I'm doin' Jack the RZA track, keepin' that you have to use a Gat to get it back, the CES need necklaces, Cris, Glocks and jet-skis Cross Vermouth and sh** with Pepsi You know my Steez Company should merge with me My logo on your lunchbox, most certainly Go spin s**as, give me weed caught and phone crush ya You don't like it, dick up in ya f** ya [Verse 2: Godemis] I blazed emcees before I ever smoked trees My style broke motherf**in' backs like Chris Reeve Most say Jason is loud and absurd On some bullsh**, Roger got 'em bitin' a curb He's the third general, Lucid, Perseph and the Sorceress Swingin' broad swords and they use piles and corpses Then it's me, the one the haters can't see Once CES Cru breaks through unexpectedly To bounce a check my sword still remains imperial So after wake and bake I eat a few bowls of cereal We reign all year 'round from June to June My ninjas strike immediately if not soon Brother lynchin, inform the execution day As this 2000 beyond slang suffocate Amplify samples through rappin' about depression Call Jason to smoke about 20 nothin' less than [Verse 3: UBI] My rhymes start sh** and get all splattery and nasty like hot liquid This be that CES sh**, I don't give a cotton pickin' f** about a brother grabbin' on his dick and nuts I hold my own, my sight style be on the phone Makin' sure that me and Dean got the hypest shows No time to eat, forever weak like a Herringbone I'm broke as f**, never knowin' how the money goes Ounces son, weed lover number one From check to check, buyin' hella weed, Philly blunts Dutchmasters, Garcia Y Vega wrappers Split and burn b**h, bet I got have at work Secret stashin' borrowin' my piggy's hollow Ish the puff, kiss the beard now full swallow Drivin' Humvees, til the next episode I'm bleachin' undies, hand on my bu*t-crack It's gettin' ugly, mad had to bring it back Don't understand a fact when it come to spinnin' wax I don't know to scratch real rap from the trap Midi town, KC how to be exact Break it down, all in together Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now