Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blindfold, artist - CES Cru. Album song Codename: Ego Stripper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Blindfold |
Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces? |
You better OD until you DOA |
In a minute we gone, it couldn’t be that we on |
The next shit that we own and we don’t play |
Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) |
Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) |
Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) |
I’m bored out of my fucking mind with these fat asses and fast food |
Fake beefs and rap crews, snap-backs and tattoos |
Every new fad is just bad news, like I need that I watch CNN |
Stressed up from the chest up, it’s a good thing that we knee-deep in |
We in the real world, shit’s real dog |
I don’t care what you don’t feel dog |
People countin' on me like chip stacks |
And a matter of fact I got bills dog |
Doin' B-I, hella B-I-G with the bosses, up at the office |
No leverage, I gotta eat so, I’ma take whatever he offers |
It better be legit, and you can eat a dick |
I been working shifts up at the Pita pit |
Got a contract, couldn’t respond back |
Lost contact, couldn’t read the shit |
May never know what might’ve been |
But then again, considering I’m on the grind |
Somebody hold em, blindfold em, one last smoke set em up in a line |
Line em all up on the wall and then aim at it |
Way that we came at the game like a pain addict |
The way we came at, like it ain’t matter |
Brain scatter your grey matter like cake batter |
Swing batter batter swing, he can’t hit he can’t hit |
They want my spot on the label but they can’t have it |
You sick of seeing my face, pasted up in the place |
Shit I don’t know what to say bitch you can blame Travis |
Snake and bat we chain react you think it’s |
Easy huh, wanna be the one? |
Go easy bro you think its easy come? |
But they don’t see me go, what have we become? |
When I’m on the road, I don’t see my son |
Two months at a time on the eat and run |
Put the check on the rent and then eat the crumbs |
Pull the change out the couch and the pizza come |
I’m wide awake, y’all taking naps |
Trying to join our rank I ain’t taking apps |
I don’t see these funds, Imma speak in tongue |
Payback’s a bitch and she don’t pay in cash |
We never quit when they tell us no because the |
Love and respect’s what I felt the most, so I |
Exercise my self-control, but which one of y’all helped me though? |
Blindfold ‘em… |
You with the BS, you wanna be Wrek? |
You droppin' demo discs, I’m hittin' eject |
I wanna tell you the bottom line is a typical topic |
And I’m a pinnacle prophet of time, the best |
Watch me closer now, line em up in a row |
Blindfold the crowd, line em up in a row |
Rhyme hold em down, line em up in a row |
I warn you now clown, here we go |
If you gotta get a weapon and get to steppin' |
I’m reckin' every second that I’m checkin' the freakin' record |
It’s Wrek and I been kickin' it incessantly |
Gen &Tech and my twenty-second beckon for the |
Deepest of women, get 'em! |
If you gotta get a crew, get a Ces one |
You’ll make a motherfuckin' move for the next one |
Checks come homie when the best drum flex huh |
Better be gettin' ready for the moment that the flesh bumps |
I been talkin' to myself bout the honors on the shelf |
Get ya head spun |
You need a place to pray, hope for better god to hate |
Shit I probably can erect one |
I been rockin' with the Ces since the prophets at the back |
Got a leg up on the neck son |
Every time the brother speak, you just know it’s gettin' deep |
When you wake up with the dead ones |
Ring around the Middi, we hit that wall |
We the shit and comin' to hit that stall |
Enemies enterin' in the ring back off |
We pop up whenever we get that call |
Ain’t nobody gonna body me, no man |
I’m takin' the bull by the horn with both hands |
So, breakin' the rules, I’ma go with no plans |
Of reconciliation, I look and put ya face in |
Trace it back to the basement, where it came from |
Lick another shot with the ray gun |
I’m true to the shit, y’all new to the script |
Wonder why I lick a shot with the same tongue |
Shit’s beyond easy, so be gone ya peon |
If we on, then roll up bleezies |
Blindfold em so when they don’t see me |
They point a finger as if I’ma hate on Weezy |
Please believe me or leave me to be |
Lock em and load em, pop to B street |
It’s all fly in the vanilla sky |
420 motherfucker, wanna rock to this beat? |
It stops officially, the bucks I mean |
Get em up I mean |
Elevated on a hater, bringin' up the scene |
Ready to unload it on ya motherfuckin' team |