Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Radiate, artist - CES Cru. Album song Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Radiate |
| They try to play me close, well keep your lady safe |
| Up and away we go, I’m super fly, aviate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| They try to eat us up, they like the way we taste |
| They wanna trade me places, but they afraid of fate |
| They don’t know what lay in wait, struggle on the day to day |
| Juggle when I play with weight, hustle for the paper chase |
| You slippin' and trippin' as if you ain’t afraid of me |
| They tippin' liquor bottles while I sip upon the A to V |
| Eons beyond their capabilities, skill I breathe |
| Will have them second guessin', I question their credibility |
| Movin' on em like a millipede, they’re slippin' under |
| Permanent slumber come from my soliloquy |
| I feel the breeze, blowin' in the open air |
| Check my destination, now they wonder why I’m goin' there |
| No where to go but up, they turn my ups to downs |
| Knowing what’s around the corner, turn a circle, fuck around |
| They call it luckin' out, I use a different word |
| Call upon me day or night, but never call my gift a curse |
| They wanna play me close, well keep your lady safe |
| Up and away we go, I’m super fly, aviate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Shootin' with devil dice, we playin' crazy eights |
| Beamin' on em with my sunlight, I see they shady face |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| They try to greet us but, don’t recognize the face |
| They want liquor in cases, should probably bump they brakes |
| They ain’t soul controlling fate, ain’t nobody holdin' weight |
| K-I-M and motivate, Strangers strugglin' for a plate |
| I’m rippin' and clippin' anybody who’s flying 'round |
| Sipping KC teas, and Ubiquiti’s about to buy a round |
| Zero below and they ain’t feelin' me |
| Yes, we got em crunchin' the number and now they knowing who the killers be |
| Wavy on em like I’m poppin' pills |
| They slip and crumble wondering if we will now that we got a deal |
| I’m blowin' trees, tokin' with a smokin' flare |
| Yes, no hesitation got us here so now we goin' there |
| Shit UBI sobered up, I’m tryin' to roll a pound |
| Double tap The Walking Dead and dip up out the fuckin' town |
| The Deevil dippin' out, even with vision blurred |
| Call upon me day or night, the sniff is in my bitch’s purse |
| They try to play me close, but can’t invade in the space |
| Up and away we go, it’s do or die, aviate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Cuttin' the devil’s rice, carvin' a figure eight |
| Wavy on em, wavin' in traffic, I see they shady face |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| Made for the radio, feel my vibe radiate |
| They couldn’t satiate the hunger in my appetite |
| To ask me why I’m angry and not bat a eye is asinine |
| I stay up half the night, ponderin' the afterlife |
| Conquerin' my rapid eye, somber in my rap disguise |
| They couldn’t pacify my purpose for perniciousness |
| Pest control exterminate, determination: it’s a bitch |
| Searchin' for the certainty, tip a glass of Tanqueray |
| Kiss me and I kiss you back, kickin' ass, takin' names |
| What the fuck is so great, livin' out a rapper’s life? |
| Try’na carve a niche and everything you love’s a sacrifice |
| You’re hearing half the plight, somber in the sack tonight |
| I’m 'bout to write the type of shit that makes you wanna pack the pipe |
| Travelin' on the far side, Labcabinkansascity |
| Stratagems, spat at 'em, I gotta rep for the middi |
| I sing the song of solitude, serenade the audience |
| And run it back for simple jack who never gathered all of it |