Ces Cru - One Bomb State lyrics

[Verse 1: Godemis] I Can't k** Em Enough, My Camp Can't Call It Spike the Punch, Counselor Alcoholic Brain Like an Abyss, Blow that Cancer Get Locked for k**ing a Can Can Dancer Can't stop the villian, I'm feeling myself now Running a couple of times, I'm feeling myself out f**, better you bet now, bet on your boy I'm an idea not a thing, I cannot be destroyed When they come, gon' get it, getting rid of them all Cutting life's cables kid, better get on the ball But I hit them all and they just targets Anybody claiming they fly ain't ever really on a starship k**er City sent them it's so sad it seems I'm in between the sheets with a bag of dreams And the option is I could bust an (AF[?]) it seem That I'm ready for the feddy and the half of Nin, c'mon [Chorus] We comin all black and red, we red all day Fall back and say sh** you shouldn't say With a Oh-Ay-Oh, Run and fly away Oh-Ay-Oh, One Bomb State In the Tall gra**y plain, your gun fly red Fall back and pray, they would not say With a Oh-Ay-Oh, Run and fly away Oh-Ay-Oh, One Bomb State [Verse 2: Info Gates] Can't get Phat here, go figure you fatso These cattles you can't la**o KC-MO the (saint[?]) Lupe Fiasco So watch your spit talk, Tobasco Can't boss in a cipher without a pa**code Prolly can't spit bars without lying about your cash flow Catch goosebumps off of my last ho Bada bing boom Anthony Soprano Smoke both hands on a piano Brain lock, with brain matter on the back handle, Mickey Mantle What you think my city's on the 1st 48 for Can't leave here without your face sore Can't tell me I don't know something I do know I can't not do something that I said I'm gonna do so Now I'm looking for that a** up in Chuco Cuz I won't give a joke until you go [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ubiquitous] They can't hold my style, they can't see me Too hot for them, my show banned from TV They can't read me, L-Way running a play, running a route, take one of them out The Champeezee, Done without the (Dairy[?]) Son I'm about to stampede them Big throat what I'm about, can't reason Around at the (Eve's[?]), Lest we can count it It's not real I'm stuck in a box still Tryin to be big as the Biggie and Pac deal The k**er City Commitee, we can't pity ya Rather you clap for me than give me Chlamydia FLipping the beef and Triple E out in Libya The jam shaking the stands, hot (Sedidiya[?]) You can't can or stamp us, I know folks on the low Kansas folks can't stand us [Chorus]