Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strange Creature , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Codename: Ego Stripper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.08.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Strange Creature |
| Past dreams, past hopes and schemes, my cru’s flowin |
| And blowin up and that’s dope to me homie I |
| Open your chi with the stroke of a key and you can |
| Scope it in threes bro it’s totally sweet! |
| My poetry’s so many bullet bills loaded and cocked |
| Fannin the hammer head sharp shooter blowin my top |
| The grass knoll park shooter melons will pop |
| Bearing witness to how the Con-Glom Element rock |
| Gentlemen pull your mics out, walk em like a tightrope |
| How to stay a float I, guide em like a lighthouse |
| Career been getting rocky, hide inside a lifeboat |
| Panic abandon ship El Cap-i-tain about survival |
| …let me calm down, dead em on arrival |
| Place your hands palm down sweatin on the bible |
| Keep your weapons drawn, manifested all styles |
| Lucky lefty steppin on your leprechaun title ya bitch |
| What is up doe? |
| Am I faded? |
| Fuck No! |
| Sober than a motherfucker |
| Still on that cut throat |
| Similar to Aston Coming through blasting |
| Similies like 2 23's I’m an assassin |
| Big ass bullets with a big ass dick |
| And you can go and ask my mama she’ll say «Yeah that’s Nick!» |
| Knew a couple crips, Knew a couple bloods |
| But I choose to be an insane artist and not a thug |
| Mixin up words like some volatile chemicals |
| Tryna blow up like Nitrogen inside an inner tube |
| Minuscule minds may not comprehend, the depths of my insanity could crush a |
| mortal man |
| Hear no, See no, speak to evil, I leave that to Godi |
| I’m the rap Don Cheeto, what the fuck? |
| And Ubi he could be the tony stark or you could be the coward ass lion with a |
| phony heart |
| I keep it moving, you dead, I’m ahead a mile |
| It’s heated In the kitchen, I’m chefin, go get a towel |
| Witness the Resurrection they said I’ve been dead awhile |
| And I am a nice guy compared to a pedophile |
| I’m playing rip van villain so put the beard away |
| And flowing tidal wavy while chugging another beer today |
| Could give a shit if the haters appear or hear to stay |
| And like I won’t shake em and throw my fucking career away |
| Don’t ever come at me riffing I ain’t a sucker |
| If my blade’s in your cunt then my knife is a motherfucker |
| Kill alert, ill alert, pen spilling still in the dojo |
| I curse the Polaroid if I strike a pose for the photo |
| Click, for sure though, it ain’t a problem to pen pain |
| If I have a death wish If I die its a win, yay |
| I got the pulling these idiots try to push me |
| If you are what you eat, then its safe to call me a pussy (pussy) |
| My vocal tone fitted, I broke a bone with it |
| Trained for combat like a locamoti-div |
| Bombin on the track like it’s Kosovo… get it? |
| Get my Zach Delarocha on, soak your soul in it |
| The team I play for is CES we will take organs |
| Illuminatti leave your body in the great forest |
| If he want a peace of me then he gon' wait for it |
| And if he close to me then he don’t need to pay for it |
| Meter maid score it, Anita Bake chorus |
| See a place foreign leavin any day Dorris |
| Watch over my brother Imma keep em safe: warning |
| Bitin all up on the hook and I don’t need the bait, Norman |
| I’m leavin break orbit, We in space soarin |
| Keep a cape, super hero need a break, Norris |
| Deviate, getting music free I hate Torrent |
| And if they come at us we wage war, pray for em dog… |