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  • Текст песни CES Cru - Radiate

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    [Hook: UBI]
    They try to play me close
    Well keep your lady safe
    Hoppin' the way we go
    I'm super fly, aviate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate

    [Verse 1: UBI]
    They try to eat us up
    They like the way we taste
    They wanna trade me places
    But they afraid of fate
    They don't know a layaway
    Struggle on a day to day
    Juggle when I play with weight
    Hussle for the paper chase
    You slippin' and trippin'
    As if you ain't afraid of me
    They tippin' liquor bottles
    While I sip upon an A to B
    Eons beyond their capability
    Skill I breathe and have em second guessin
    I question their credibility
    Movin' on em like a millipede
    They slippin' under
    Permanent slumber come from my soliloquy
    I feel the breeze, blowin' in the open air
    Check my destination, now they wonder why I'm goin' there
    No where to go but up, they turn my ups to downs
    Knowing what's around the corner
    Turn a circle, fuck around
    They call it luckin' out, I use a different word
    Call upon me day or night, but never call my gift a curse

    [Hook: UBI]
    They wanna play me close,
    Well keep your lady safe
    Hoppin' the way we go
    I'm super fly, aviate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Shootin' with devil dice
    We playin' crazy 8's
    Beamin' on em with my sunlight
    I see their shady face
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate

    [Verse 2: Godemis]
    They try to greet us but don't recognize the face
    They want liquor and cases, you'll probably bump their brakes
    They ain't so control evate? Ain't nobody holdin' weight
    KIM and motivate, strangers strugglin' for a plate
    I'm rippin' and clippin' anybody whose flyin' round
    Sippn' KC teas, and Ubiquiti's bout fire around
    Zero below, and they ain't feelin' me
    Yes we got em crunchin' the numbers
    And now they knowin' who the killers be
    Wavy on em like I'm poppin' pills
    They slip and crumble
    Wonderin' if we will now that we got a deal
    I'm blowin' trees, tokin' with a smokin' flare
    Yes no hesitation, God is here and I'll be goin' there
    Shit UBI's sobered up, I'm tryin' to roll a pound
    Double tap the walking dead, and dip up out the fuckin' town
    The Deevil dippin' out, even with vision blurred
    Call upon me day or night, the Smith? is in my bitch's purse

    [Hook: Godemis]
    They try to play me close
    But can't invade in the space
    Up and away we go
    It's do or die, aviate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Cuttin' the Devil thrice
    Carvin' a figure eight
    Wavy on em, wavin' in traffic
    I see their shady face
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate
    Made for the radio
    Feel my vibe radiate

    [Verse 3: UBI]
    They couldn't say she ate the hunger in my appetite
    To ask me why I'm angry and not bat a eye is asinine
    I stay a path a night, pondering the afterlife
    Conquering my rapid eye, slomberin'? my rap disguise
    They couldn't classify my purpose for perniciousness
    Pest control, exterminate. Determination, it's a bitch
    Searchin' for the certainty, tip a glass of Tanqueray
    Kiss me and I kiss you back, kickin' ass, takin' names

    [Verse 4: Godemis]
    What the fuck is so great, livin' out a rapper's life
    Tryin' to carve a niche in everything you love's a sacrifice
    You're here and half the plight, somberin' the satinite
    Bout to write the type of shit that makes you want to pack a pipe
    Travelin' on the Pharcyde, laugh cab in Kansas City?
    Strategines right outta my gotta rep for the 'mity?
    I sing a song of solitude,

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