Lyrics Lotus - CES Cru

Lotus

And the way that he’s been doin' it makes it hard for niggas to keep up
They might’ve been local forever, but Tech swooped 'em
For murderin' everything in the MIDI, Duke Nukem
These suckas throwin' caution to wind, we might slaughter
But just to set it off once again be like water
Don’t focus on the finger miss all that heavenly glory
Those rhymes are fuckin' recycled, no wonder you niggas bore me
Poor me, suckin' me dry of my energy, can’t stop
We’ve diversified the label, they label it Strange Hop
My angels prayin' to demons, I’m wavy that’s why I’m leanin'
Chug up a cup of blood, now it’s somethin' to put the lean in
Meanin' I’m wildin' out for the night and I’m writin' light-nin'
Like it or not, I’m right in the light and I’m kinda likin' it
Fighting 'em like a lichen, if I tried then I might win
Parasailin' in peril, as soon as I catch the right wind (Aight then)
But to be one of the greatest is to be hated
Took a look around the room and it feels like I finally made it
Made it, made it
Made it
Made it, finally made it
Arrived, here, all this fuckin' way
Still on my first wind, your journey just started, full tank-
And it feels like it never stopped
I ain’t tired, folks
We graduated from the block with a full ride, covered the countryside
To the stage where we don’t play games, now come alive
Shut my eyes thinkin', «What if we never make it?»
All of the years that we’ve invested are wasted
It’s comin' up close I can see
Told me to look but don’t touch, told me to touch but don’t taste
I’ve been starving for years, homie, you stuffin' your face
Rather I work like a slave than to be stuck in no place
And seein' nothin', no way!
I’m freein' up my soul
Came with all my chakras aligned
How could they possibly think I’d be fallin' off in my prime?
Strange gave me my shot!
I sawed it off for the N9ne
Patiently waitin' my turn and you nodded off in the line
Homie, they callin' your number, during your slumber I shine
Snatchin' up what is mine, the classic come-from-behind win
I’m catching that high wind, my weapon is silent
You can hear what I’m thinkin' inside this deafening silence
Two hands on the clock, never forget what the time is
Meditation affectin' perception under my eye-lids
I sit in Lotus and focus, stagger my steps
Takin' a shot at my body, at best they tattered my vest
Nobody’s snatchin' my breath, they only add to my stress
Stress pattern my flesh a lesson I have to accept
Shit, happens I guess, click-clack when I crept
Now sit back and ingest Constant Energy Struggles
And this track was a test