| Diss the faction?
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| Nah
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| This the faction
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| That saved a few hundred on the mix and masterin'
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| The sound quality suffers a bit
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| But the disc come fast I guess you just ain’t fuckin' with this
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| What?
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| It all cycles, we kept it on file
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| Ces sittin' on top of rotten body dog pile
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| Ces shittin' a lot, and some of y’all forget a lot
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| Spit it effective shit’ll twist your neck up in a knot
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| Shitty style you’re livin' off
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| I’m sayin'
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| I’ll slay it in an instance
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| You ain’t sayin' nothin' for me to listen
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| And dissin' ya’ll is like we takin' candy from an infant
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| Kid, comin' in the exit
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| Dean, lacin' up the entrance
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| Dirge, waitin' with the engine runnin'
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| Don’t trip it’s nothing
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| The whip is bumpin' something let the music lift 'em up in the air
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| Like fresh kicks Ces come in a pair
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| Checkin' wind, with the thumb in the air
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| My second wind, I recommend you runnin' with the rare and the decadent
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| I motion for the re-blaze, he here by second it
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| And God bless Ces and Ces bless all
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| Who defend and represent for us when we call on 'em
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| I’m all on 'em like soap on your clothes
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| After they made us, must have broken the mold
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| Theyyo-wayyo, get wild and death to all of you snakes and reptiles
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| On volume 1 of the Cesphiles |