Metal and Flesh - CES Cru, Murs

Wake at the break of day, write 'till the crack of dawn

Passion’ll splash the page, peer pressure I’ll pack it on

Rolling with CES I got the unity

They waiting on breakups holding ya breath

Well stop it, you can breathe

So in the best of my community, my vocal open up global investment opportunities

Nobody guessed that I would do these things

Manifested my destiny, acting out my lucid dreams

I see you overly stressed about your moody ring

Run the jewelry while these rappers acting like beauty queens

Nobody messing with the U to B, I to the Q-U-I to the T-O

To the U to the S to the death copy

I’m what they thought was humanly

Possible Rocko popping locking they shot then shoot at please

Put no stock in your flock of scrutiny

Officer of chopping hip hop I could talk it fluently

It’s not what you thought

They thought they could out-maneuver me

Drop it like it’s hot so I pop at your top while you asleep

Skill is a weapon I test in a millisecond

And you will accept it the catastrophic event specialists

Emerge from the rubble CES settle the mess

Rebel on mesh, metal and flesh, peddling death

From my perspective the path to freedom is clear to see

This one is for the Nesha ignore it living in fear to be

Trump’s a modded model of Hillary

Cause both of them do dirt and have zero accountability

Swear they could never care bout a G

They drunk off chugging powers they paying the cowards salary

Fuck how you see it, we need to face it for how it be

Cause man created laws that were never based in morality

If you fucking suck, you should swallow

The best crew is the CES Cru and yes you can trust the motto

I do the devil’s work twice as much as you follow

Cause U-B-I and Godi’s like Tyson and Cus D’amato

Baddest duo you know I’m spitting facts

Take whatever’s dissing my mission’s getting this shit to crack

Keep a grammar Glock on my person merkin' with different gats

Cause nowadays these rappers I’m hearing seem to forget to rap

Skill is a weapon I test in a millisecond

And you will accept it the catastrophic event specialists

Emerge from the rubble CES settle the mess

Rebel on mesh, metal and flesh, peddling death

Murs third willing and dealing a lots of ass whoopings

Fuck a pass, foot on the gas, that means I’m past tripping

Turning little shit into big things

Pain Bruce Wayne meets Bane, that means I’ll clip ya wings

Back cracking still backpacking raps slacking

Played out like white tees and snap rapping

Laffy taffy in baggy jeans

It’s over for 'em they crying Jordan I mean the saddest meme

Beat drops for them beatbox

My silly thugs take billy clubs and then they beat cops

Non violence a non issue I don’t agree

Stressing in the streets protesting, oh no that won’t be me

Shoot first, we shoot back homie with buzzer beaters

Game over they ain’t no soldiers they just some fucking cheaters

Wife beaters with badges get filled with bullet holes

Spress mail send them to hell cause jail is full of those