Cex - Cuts lyrics

Each line I spit was born with 20 brothers In order for him to live, I had to sacrifice the others I love 'em like a mother, from the moment that I wrote 'em But still regulate the heat of my babies like a scrotum If it's not dope, it's goin' on the face of chinstrokers My lyrics got muscle, bustin' holes out of trojans Cex rhymes controllin', always think before I speak Brain reacts chemically to generate the heat Just a white head in love with black hearts, and one of pure hearts, In a ruse to to fill my head with black thoughts and blast off like James Bond Like Johnny Storm, I flame on Got an office at the Four Freedoms Plaza with my name on it But MCs can't see me, like the wife of Reid Richards f**in' picked up fondue while Ben Grim is takin' pictures I'm the frame freeze in the middle of the Disney flick That'll corrupt and brainwash the minds of your little kids Best in the business, Cex is the realest I'll even tell you when I'm wackin', on this track I is I made you wait a minute, but I don't drop nothin' unfinished All my 85 percenters, f** the elitists out of business (No he didn't!) Yes I did, keep your temper Now watch me snatch these new clothes right off of this emperor You all look mental, from too much politicin' So relax, sit back, and join in when I'm singin' Y'all tryin' to make the cut Well, I'm doin' some cuts Ya man, Cex don't get stressed over nothin' Stop your fuss, in the club, hands are up I got love, if you want it Nobody frontin' like they can't have fun cause they above it Play the cover tonight So get your life if you want to Play the wall if you like or just hide in the corner Get it started, get fine Get retarded, don't be shy There's a reason that they call it playin' live Set the nursing home on fire, purged the scene of senior citizens Went back in time before the seed was planted, and I swallowed it Cex don't experiment, not anymore, not since I was visited by a vision of a sceneful other mission Where we drove out all the biters, it was fatal to musicians If the band was not exciting, we would beat them to submission Set the nursing home on fire, made all them caveman bands retire I dare you to put out a full-length CD, I won't buy it My name's Rjyan, I'm not divine, not incredible Still use the same words I did as a ten-year-old I'm gettin' better though, I'm rippin' every live show Pushin' over hipsters actin' like they from the retirement home Hangin' in the back, dressed in black and actin' moody Man, the only hip you need's the one connected to your booty So uncross your arms and face it, you want to shake it Or I'll exchange your chain for a medic alert bracelet The underground needs to change it I don't need to tell y'all that half these demo tapes sound the same And communication's been forsaken, The preacher's MCin' to the choir, ignoring the congregation While the tastemaker celebrates the cat's deepness Though it's plain to see it's just a new breed of mouth-breathers On some vague sh**, f** the majority sixth-grade sh** Tend to go to the grave unappreciated The entertainer makes beats matter again My drunk patterns blend around the base of your brain stem The plain consideration I show to the ladies on the dancefloor As well as the boys wearin' their pants low Can't flow if the subject at hand is heartbreak That story's been told on every old guitar tape So if you can't take a rhyme, then they try to be the deepest For? it's the one, you got stress trouble brother Y'all tryin' to make the cut Well, I'm doin' some cuts Ya man, Cex don't get stressed over nothin' Stop your fuss, in the club, hands are up I got love, if you want it Nobody frontin' like they can't have fun cause they above it Play the cover tonight So get your life if you want to Play the wall if you like or just hide in the corner Get it started, get fine Get retarded, don't be shy There's a reason that they call it playin' live Y'all tryin' to make the cut "Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread, here's your cowboy hat, here's your gold medallion, this is your platinum medallion, here's your eyepatch, Your Puma Bulock jumpsuit, this is your knife, your Iceberg Slim book, gun, mandatory fur coat...and that's the whole game.