Lucid - Shut Up lyrics

[Verse 1: UBI] Long before all of this, I explored darkness Before marketing strategies, and artist savage a greed First I had to be sick, and as flick as? when I bust Plus I gotta be big pimpin' when I'm lightin' it up And make sure that each rhyme is hittin' when I'm writin' I'm dumpin' No way, they gon' cop and listen if yo life's in a slump And most days I'll be on a mission, pay the price at the pump I'll be dippin' hittin up quick trip? more than twice in a month I ain't chicken you b**h, Ubiquitous been wide from the jump Spittin' pissin' vinegar bitter bits I slice with the tongue And that chitter chatter don't matter, fingers pry from the ? On the latter say later hater snap the life from your lungs The master mage, capture enemy troops, ready recruits OG's with a nose clean of all the Phetamine boosts Tell 'em you'll never need loot Two pair of socks, one pair of boots Then pair a troop on the capital With gats and ebony suits Nobody shoots, keep safety on your weapons we shoot Only when ordered to do so upon Persepheny's? cue The formula stays the same, except the recipe's new Ain't no testin' me in the game, even the referee's crew When CES Cru lets loose let's chill? either be peppered or k**ed After the capital next on the list is Beverly Hills Underestimating the CES has got me ready to k** Underestimating the CES since we dropped Ready'N Will Ya'll better chill, cuz none of ya'll want it with Tommy lift Godemis, Lucid and Roger Kent slay a hater anonymous Hollow tip when you talkin' you talkin' that hollow sh** Fat lip full of collagen, spit it hotter than Halogen [Hook: UBI] So chill the f** out, now sit the f** down And shut the f** up, now get the f** up Motherf**er stand down, throw your f**in' hands up Pick it up, now hands down, don't get mixed the f** up Ya'll better chill the f** out, now sit the f** down And shut the f** up, now listen the f** up Motherf**er hands down, throw your f**in' hands up Don't f** it up, now hands down, heads get mixed the f** up Ya'll better chill the f** out [Verse 2: Godemis] What I need in my life Peace of mind, Good weed and a mic 20/20 vision peepin' what the scenery's like So let the blindness of the game and the feelin's ? Enemy fire comin' on your left so lean to the right Ces came to get you airheads high as a kite And Kimberly the state of nirvana like ridin' a bike Cuz all the sleepers keep snoozin' they afraid of the light It's not tough to get you open with the blade of a knife You stuck pumpin' them birds, I be blazin' a mic With the Sorceress on the left of me, UBI on the right It's like I maintain Only to crash and burn harder and hotter than last time I don't spit cash rhymes, I spit the ridiculous sh** And off a rail I'm a lion Forgin' an MO blowin' holes through your thick a** dime And I don't want trouble, all I wants to double the buzz And triple the love, we're impervious to you thugs Why the hell you wildin' out bustin' off all of them slugs And you could be the bigger man and sweep it under the rug We got to act right, properly conducted in clubs To lock it down without the yellow tape and buckets of blood Claimin it wasn't enough and in reality it was Fifty hungry gorilla infantry to rally with us To whose holdin' atomic weapons doesn't matter as much Titter tatter you f**s, takin' heads to tally em all I've had emough, J Godemis Ubi, and Tommy Lift Lucid to whoever's honestly claimin' they got the gift With none in the clip, all the f** you want is your lips To everybody gettin' rained on from under my tit Ya'll better [Hook: UBI]