| Wake at the break of day, write 'till the crack of dawn
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| Passion’ll splash the page, peer pressure I’ll pack it on
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| Rolling with CES I got the unity
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| They waiting on breakups holding ya breath
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| Well stop it, you can breathe
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| So in the best of my community, my vocal open up global investment opportunities
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| Nobody guessed that I would do these things
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| Manifested my destiny, acting out my lucid dreams
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| I see you overly stressed about your moody ring
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| Run the jewelry while these rappers acting like beauty queens
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| Nobody messing with the U to B, I to the Q-U-I to the T-O
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| To the U to the S to the death copy
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| I’m what they thought was humanly
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| Possible Rocko popping locking they shot then shoot at please
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| Put no stock in your flock of scrutiny
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| Officer of chopping hip hop I could talk it fluently
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| It’s not what you thought
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| They thought they could out-maneuver me
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| Drop it like it’s hot so I pop at your top while you asleep
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| Skill is a weapon I test in a millisecond
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| And you will accept it the catastrophic event specialists
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| Emerge from the rubble CES settle the mess
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| Rebel on mesh, metal and flesh, peddling death
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| From my perspective the path to freedom is clear to see
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| This one is for the Nesha ignore it living in fear to be
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| Trump’s a modded model of Hillary
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| Cause both of them do dirt and have zero accountability
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| Swear they could never care bout a G
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| They drunk off chugging powers they paying the cowards salary
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| Fuck how you see it, we need to face it for how it be
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| Cause man created laws that were never based in morality
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| If you fucking suck, you should swallow
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| The best crew is the CES Cru and yes you can trust the motto
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| I do the devil’s work twice as much as you follow
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| Cause U-B-I and Godi’s like Tyson and Cus D’amato
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| Baddest duo you know I’m spitting facts
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| Take whatever’s dissing my mission’s getting this shit to crack
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| Keep a grammar Glock on my person merkin' with different gats
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| Cause nowadays these rappers I’m hearing seem to forget to rap
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| Skill is a weapon I test in a millisecond
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| And you will accept it the catastrophic event specialists
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| Emerge from the rubble CES settle the mess
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| Rebel on mesh, metal and flesh, peddling death
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| Murs third willing and dealing a lots of ass whoopings
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| Fuck a pass, foot on the gas, that means I’m past tripping
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| Turning little shit into big things
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| Pain Bruce Wayne meets Bane, that means I’ll clip ya wings
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| Back cracking still backpacking raps slacking
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| Played out like white tees and snap rapping
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| Laffy taffy in baggy jeans
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| It’s over for 'em they crying Jordan I mean the saddest meme
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| Beat drops for them beatbox
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| My silly thugs take billy clubs and then they beat cops
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| Non violence a non issue I don’t agree
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| Stressing in the streets protesting, oh no that won’t be me
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| Shoot first, we shoot back homie with buzzer beaters
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| Game over they ain’t no soldiers they just some fucking cheaters
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| Wife beaters with badges get filled with bullet holes
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| Spress mail send them to hell cause jail is full of those |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Metal and Flesh , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп