[Verse 1: Godemis] CES Cru music comin' up out yo speaker The Deevil's in the mirror prayin' to God, scrubbin' his features He came a helluva way from battlin' squads, murderin' features And the way that he's been doin' it makes it hard for niggas to keep up They might've been local forever, but Tech swooped 'em For murderin' everything in the MIDI, Duke Nukem These suckas throwin' caution to wind, we might slaughter But just to set it off once again be like water Don't focus on the finger miss all that heavenly glory Those rhymes are fuckin' recycled, no wonder you niggas bore me Poor me, suckin' me dry of my energy, can't stop We've diversified the label, they label it Strange Hop My angels prayin' to demons, I'm wavy that's why I'm leanin' Chug up a cup of blood, now it's somethin' to put the lean in Meanin' I'm wildin' out for the night and I'm writin' light-nin' Like it or not, I'm right in the light and I'm kinda likin' it Fighting 'em like a lycan, if I tried then I might win Parasailin' in peril, as soon as I catch the right wind But to be one of the greatest is to be hated Take a look around the room and it feels like I finally made it
[Interlude: Godemis & Ubiquitous] Godi: Made it, made it Ubi: Made it Godi: Made it, finally made it Ubi: Arrived, here, all this fuckin' way Godi: Still on my first wind, your journey just started, full tank-- Ubi: And it feels like it never stopped Godi: I ain't tired, folks...
[Verse 2: Ubiquitous] We graduated from the block with a full ride, covered the countryside To the stage where we don't play games, now come alive Shut my eyes; thinkin': "What if we never make it?" All of the years that we've invested are wasted, it's comin' up close I can see Told me to look but don't touch, told me to touch but don't taste I've been starving for years, homie, you stuffin' your face Rather I work like a slave than to be stuck in no place And seein' nothin', no way! I'm freein' up my soul Came with all my chakras aligned How could they possibly think I'd be fallin' off in my prime? Strange gave me my shot! I sawed it off with a N9ne Patiently waitin' my turn and you nodded off in the line Homie, they callin' your number, during your slumber I shine Snatchin' up what is mine, the classic come-from-behind win I'm catching that high wind, my weapon is si-lent You can hear what I'm thinkin' inside this deafening si-lence Two hands on the clock, never forget what the time is Meditation affectin' perception under my eye-lids I sit in Lotus and focus, stagger my steps Takin' a shot at my body, at best they tatted my vest Nobody's snatchin' my breath, they only add to my stress Stress pattern my flesh a lesson I have to accept Shit -- happens I guess, Klick -- Clack when I crept Now sit -- back and ingest 'Constant Energy Struggles' And this track was a test...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
