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letra de when worlds collide - ces cru

nose full of katy perry rollin’ ridin’ shotgun
acting like i ain’t got sense cause i ain’t got none
no religious b-tches in my circle i ain’t got none
gotta leave a crater in this game before the clock’s done

now watch where were headed taking shots come and get it
hip hop menace some say we we never should of got breaded
let if fly moving through the sky losing sight of us
my predecessors accepting my destiny’s midas touch

mouth stuffed with ecstasy in a state of nirvana
with a belly full of molly i’m puffing this marijuana
i am on another one i am honored your honor honestly
the way they hate on godi and ubi is f-cking comedy

the combination so uncommon a cause of company
to covet me and cover my cost cousin now come at me
my blood’s running i’m 100 no matter what it seem
i’ve done nothing but crush whatever the f-ck was in front of me

sh-sh-shots pitchers flicking pics yeah we’re on some sicker sh-t
shooting up with the reverend he’s a flipping hypocrite
bathing in the bath salts, loofa made of entrails
seems to be i die in every other role like denzel

u b i, suicide diving why they shoot at me?
you and i, cru is unified minor scrutiny
suit and tie, execute a trooper sign of mutiny
doing time, humans euthanize by the truth in me

ok i’m zoned out turned up wildin’ out wavy
rolling up the purple b-mpin’ brenda’s got a baby
working for no money isn’t funny it is slavery
i’m headed for oblivion can’t n-body save me

p-p-planetary collision inner-vision apocalypse
demonology, monetary topple metropolis
inequality military coddle the populous
mephistopheles headed full throttle for opulence

corner offices s-xy secretaries and emails
demonic packages are delivered minus the details
three rails later i pop it without a second look
the roll is for a chick and this carnage is for the record book

tell my momma i’m sorry my job is so obnoxious
body full of toxins i probably will never process
paradigm shifting stiffin up catch a witch’s ride
wish that i would switch it up different but why simplify

too fly launchpad crash land i’m a wreck it
looking for the black box fbi search method
soul of saddam i’m the motherf-cking bomb, check it
inspiration of hitler bruce lee’s work ethic

sun tzu manifested, dali lama mindstate
hijack a g6 tripping trying to fly straight
spun a lie i wonder why they wonder why i’m irate
violation summon my emotion i annihilate

buy the bait get em to bite it and i might could buy the weight
soon as we start eating these suckers are gonna try to hate
i related hard to see people do better than you
strangers form a line outside hours before we open the venue

let me continue, feel the bad vibe calling, i might could dial it back
motherf-ck a rapper talking bout i want my style back
punks ice grilling me, i smile back, i relax
hired for my prior stats, why attack? fire back!

tire’s flat footin’ it pure f-ckery i am that
people think this sh-t’s a result of me smoking fire crack
fade to black, freebasing in the back of a ratty shack
killer city misery’s one h-ll of a habitat

what’s been happening? now they asking me what got into me?
galvanize the lives of whoever’s in my proximity
lock stock artillery c-ck and aim at the industry
paint a picture of pain and pleasure inside a symphony

we got the chemistry on a struggle for constant energy
my aura’s looking more like the color of what a killer’s be
killer beat nothing to fornicate with a killer bee
the pen and pads the remedy for whatever is illing me

philistines lurking in silhouettes get the guillotine
stomping out your day-mares then we coming to kill a dream
snap awake activate all civilians evacuate
back away pack a n9ne sacrifices we had so make
strapped for time apex predator bout to gravitate
back to shine fall out of place i’m a put em back in line
back-back inside my lane fraternizing with fame
i shoot it rapid, fire at your brain we masterminding the game ha!

- ces cru

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