Shame - CES Cru

With their silent 22 speech where they don’t even speak

I’m paid seven soviet sleek there ain’t no hope for the peace

Say it’s better to struggle hard than to be broke or deceased

They starve in the middle east while America over eats

Sendin' soldiers over seas to fight rivals who won’t retreat

We’re stackin' up the innocent bodies in high piles

Can’t stop the force of a nuclear bomb with five bibles

The Holocaust is all out, fall out for five miles

While the president hides the evidence of why with wide smiles

Might catch him in a white lie, watch him defy trial

I’d eat bile before salute crooks with CD piles

Little guppy puppy dogs beg teach me to freestyle

But they lack the discipline so I teach 'em to bleach tile

And sweep the floors first, and wash windows, it’s not simple

Mister Myagi can’t convert Daniel to pop symbol

For the fam though, my lady in the tramps they off the handle

And I’m not if you thought I was talkin' about Cocker Spaniels

To the cats I know who use to watch spice when they block the channel

And to all the chicks who after I’d fuck 'em they’d talk and ramble

Yo

What’s with the fame

The fame, it came fast ya’ll

Nothing’s the same in the game, they playin' trash ball

Fuck what your brain retained

You made a bad call

That shit’s a shame, a shame I’m sayin' that’s all

What’s with the blame

The blame, it came fast ya’ll

Nothing’s the same in the game, they playin' trash ball

Fuck what your brain retained

You made a bad call

That shit’s a shame, a shame I’m sayin' that’s all

I’m too big for this baby bottle so I’m spittin' this knife

Fuck kissin' and cuddle, pick a thine, give it a slice

Black, red and a shade a grey just my vision of life

Act better and stay ashamed, paint the picture a strife

Pickin' a fight with a brick a pipe, shovel and axe

Deliver kick to your face till your muscles relax

So start dodging dark logic and sharp objects

Blow you apart like fireworks to art projects

Pop Poppity pop pop pop

Pop rockets, and dick missles

Sinead O’connor piss pot pie and shit sickles

I use a pair of red hot pliers to twist nipples

And ride you motherfuckers with balance like tricycles

Sinner so dope, somebody come tell 'em about himself

He don’t know bein' this confident is bad for his health

Look out below bro, here goes something similar to the worst

Takes about three times the blood in your body to quench his thirst so

Hear how the verse go, dissin' no disclaimer

Discabar without a mask, and you ask him to act lamer

Put a two by four onto of your back with a cross planar

The motherfuckers following Jesus and cross trainers

Check the, some doubt it sayin' that Ces is all outta seconds

Shoulda supplemented dinner for supper and had 2nds

Shoulda disregard 'em both and had beer with a bad breakfast

Where I got this 100 dollars from hustlin' Brad’s necklace

I’m half reckless

Half gamblin' with my life

Half a sack short of a blunt

A lunatic with a bloody knife

And it’s a long road of hope when you walkin' round in a circle

Try to hold your breath and run it until your face turn purple

Prescribin' medicine

Vanquishing these veterans plus

Put lead on top of cheddar then everyone’s better than us