ces cru music comin up out yo speaker the devil 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 lichen 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 took a look around the room and it feels like i finally made it made it made it made it made it finally made it arrived here all this fuckin way still on my first wind your journey just started full tank and it feels like it never stopped i ain t tired folks 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 for the 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 silent you can hear what i m thinkin inside this deafening silence 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 tattered 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 click clack when i crept now sit back and ingest constant energy struggles and this track was a test5