[Verse 1: UBI]
Diss the faction?
Nah
This the faction
That saved a few hundred on the mix and masterin'
The sound quality suffers a bit
But the disc come fast I guess you just ain't fuckin' with this
What?
It all cycles, we kept it on file
Ces sittin' on top of rotten body dog pile
Ces shittin' a lot, and some of y'all forget a lot
Spit it effective shit'll twist your neck up in a knot
Shitty style you're livin' off
I'm sayin'
I'll slay it in an instance
You ain't sayin' nothin' for me to listen
And dissin' ya'll is like we takin' candy from an infant
Kid, comin' in the exit
Dean, lacin' up the entrance
Dirge, waitin' with the engine runnin'
Don't trip it's nothing
The whip is bumpin' something let the music lift 'em up in the air
Like fresh kicks Ces come in a pair
Checkin' wind, with the thumb in the air
My second wind, I recommend you runnin' with the rare and the decadent
I motion for the re-blaze, he here by second it
And God bless Ces and Ces bless all
Who defend and represent for us when we call on 'em
I'm all on 'em like soap on your clothes
After they made us, must have broken the mold
Theyyo-wayyo, get wild and death to all of you snakes and reptiles
On volume 1 of the Cesphiles