Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ricochet, artist - CES Cru. Album song Recession Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Ricochet |
| Certified and superior Emcee |
| What better a way for us to celebrate and fucking roll things out? |
| The crew is Ces and yes, we came to make the whole thing bounce and move your |
| neck |
| Recession proof pressed my band |
| Maneuver luminous |
| Plan to move it out the Midwest, Vancouver, Budapest |
| Yo, I must confess |
| It’s new manure to address |
| Couldn’t be more Young Thug if you were in a dress |
| Doing less, than a little and I mean it literally |
| Motherfuckers grind pitifully with a capital 'P' |
| We don’t associate with those lames |
| I go in Lois Lane |
| Low and slow my aim |
| Slower and centered over your shoulder blades |
| Godi throw grenades while hollering «Flash out» |
| Start shit, chucking bricks when I live in a glass house |
| With they pseudo CES weaponry |
| How could they hope to have an effect on me? |
| It’s like a hurricane on rage hoping to wet the sea |
| Tryna wreck a G |
| They falling off, catching leprosy |
| 37 chambers, we taking them to the next degree |
| I don’t know why they doubted us |
| When they bounced they sold out on us |
| My day ones hated, but Mama was so proud of us |
| They show malice to us, but the flow powerless |
| The ricochet commonly come from a low calibre |
| Ugh, the hate you gave |
| No doubt I’m a thug |
| Devouring y’all and all with the power of love |
| Brother I’m back working |
| Way that they use it, the Gat worthless |
| Standing inside a cube, while they shoot at a flat surface |
| Word on the street is to aim at your back turning |
| Came in the game to outsmart stupid and sack serpents |
| Jake the snake in the ring |
| Iron sheik with a turban |
| A fire breather, I’m burning, I find a reason to hurt 'em, word |
| Out in the street they call it murder |
| I don’t know what you heard, but, uh, you’re just a burger |
| Mini-Me and nothing further |
| I got your star marksman clutching burners and pulling out |
| Sniper harbour bullets bouncing off of Clark Kent |
| All of the disses they spitting are so repetitive |
| Niggas are nascent their knowledge is in the negative |
| Just begging |
| Without a fuck to give about what it was supposed to be to ya |
| They take lame aim, and then fire through social media |
| Ignore it until they fodder, I oughta be at a faction |
| See, they ain’t hold me back y’all just look at the main attraction |
| They fucking haters debating on who’s the best then |
| Again I do believe it’s easier just to press in |
| Maybe they poppin' off, cause they wanna make an impression |
| The day they meet their maker pray it may teach them a lesson |
| They outside looking in tryna peep it |
| You blew it, I am LeWitt, my serpent’s are few and secret |
| Decided to double diss 'em, leave 'em in disarray |
| I’m dwelling in oblivion, dummies, bullets will ricochet |
| And by the time you chime in you’re merely a critic |
| Everybody telling you how to do it, they never did it, get it? |