Jimmy Stewart - CES Cru

The blade ain’t tucked away until everybody is leaking

I’ve had it up to heaven with father fuckers critiquing

My suggestion is you stuff a cock in it, the Deevil’s speaking

Right up under the knife, I’m a villain still in the cut

Feeding on hate, I patiently wait and swill up a cup

Wavy, wondering what in the fuck is the motive for it

The Deevil said I should kill him, then Godemis said ignore it

Emo with it, I’m morbid, my ism is out of orbit

They bite off what they can chew from you, funny how you ain’t Norbit

Arsenal is assorted with plenty curses and disses

Plus we don’t discriminate, murking any mister or missus

Appetite for destruction, cause if the recipe misses

We feeding on every scrap and don’t bother to bus the dishes

This is what some wishes are made of and it’s kind of silly

They going hammer, can’t touch me, but God, I pray they can feel me

It’s all fly in the friendly skies

I’m ready for whatever’s headed my way

Ends change friends change every five days

Identify snake venom enter my space

You’re givin em five minutes why wait?

Holdin your moment that’s gone

Develop your density need some back bone

Bae boy he wishin that he was back home

Charlie can’t go back, when this shit go black

I’m bringin disco back

Back from skid row, out of agony central

You’re grabbing at my microphone I’m snappin your wrist bone

Anatomy split throw em like Vladamir Klitchko

You’re pissed that I’m rappin fast, well I’m happy to spit slow

Cuz everything goes fast, I watch as it go past

I’m tossin these bread crumbs, You’re lost with a road map

Perusin our catalog, and shoppin for vocab

They copy the flow, I give the gift of forgiveness

I thought you should know that, but business is business

Want to know how we did it?

Better get to jottin on notepads

And read you a book buddy, sharpen your brain but now

It’s smarter to play dumb, what part of the game?

Acquire target and aim (bluhh) It ain’t hard to be famous

I market my anguish but now it’s startin to change us

So pardon my language, but fuck how you feel

You bitch ass motherfucker you’s a sucker for real

It ain’t nothing to get you… high

You’re talking that fly shit, get ready for lift off

The rules don’t apply bitch, I’m ripping your lips off

Pussy in a dog fight, irony at it’s best

It’s good you a dumb fuck, see this is a crabs test

Y’all average at best, you got to start someplace

Tell me how the fuck the blood from under your tongue taste

Pursue and let one chase, lock and I scare fakes

Then bust a 180, that’s on behalf of my air brakes

Radio for your squad, we’re taking over the skies

Clear out the way and land now or say your sober goodbyes

Cross your heart and hope to die, make a wish to the rap lord

It’s a wonderful life, maybe you get what you ask for, that’s yours

Way they be hittin the fast forward, my slow flow

Bang thoughts hittin the dashboard, a trick of the light

Pick your dog fight Mr. McFly, call em a chicken

And they’re quick to reply, the hands quicker than the… eye