Cuts Lyrics - Cex

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Each line I spit was born with 20 brothers
In order for him to live, I had to sacrifice the others
I love 'em like a mother, from the moment that I wrote 'em
But still regulate the heat of my babies like a scrotum

If it's not dope, it's goin' on the face of chinstrokers
My lyrics got muscle, bustin' holes out of trojans
Cex rhymes controllin', always think before I speak
Brain reacts chemically to generate the heat

Just a white head in love with black hearts, and one of pure hearts,
In a ruse to to fill my head with black thoughts and blast off like James Bond
Like Johnny Storm, I flame on
Got an office at the Four Freedoms Plaza with my name on it

But MCs can't see me, like the wife of Reid Richards
Fuckin' picked up fondue while Ben Grim is takin' pictures
I'm the frame freeze in the middle of the Disney flick
That'll corrupt and brainwash the minds of your little kidsBest in the business, Cex is the realest
I'll even tell you when I'm wackin', on this track I is
I made you wait a minute, but I don't drop nothin' unfinished
All my 85 percenters, xxxx the elitists out of business

(No he didn't!)

Yes I did, keep your temper
Now watch me snatch these new clothes right off of this emperor
You all look mental, from too much politicin'
So relax, sit back, and join in when I'm singin'

Y'all tryin' to make the cut
Well, I'm doin' some cuts
Ya man, Cex don't get stressed over nothin'
Stop your fuss, in the club, hands are up
I got love, if you want it
Nobody frontin' like they can't have fun cause they above it
Play the cover tonight
so get your life if you wanna
Play the wall if you like or just hide in the corner
Get it started, get fine
Get retarded, don't be shy
There's a reason that they call it playin' live

Set the nursing home on fire, purged the scene of senior citizens
Went back in time before the seed was planted, and I swallowed it
Cex don't experiment, not anymore, not since
I was visited by a vision of a sceneful other mission

Where we drove out all the biters, it was fatal to musicians
If the band was not exciting, we would beat them to submission
Set the nursing home on fire, made all them caveman bands retire
I dare you to put out a full-length CD, I won't buy it

My name's Rjyan, I'm not divine, not incredible
Still use the same words I did as a ten-year-old
I'm gettin' better though, I'm rippin' every live show
Pushin' over hipsters actin' like they from the retirement home

Hangin' in the back, dressed in black and actin' moody
Man, the only hip you need's the one connected to your booty
So uncross your arms and face it, you wanna shake it
Or I'll exchange your chain for a medic alert bracelet

The underground needs to change it
I don't need to tell y'all that half these demo tapes sound the same
And communication's been forsaken,
The preacher's MCin' to the choir, ignoring the congregation
While the tastemaker celebrates the cat's deepness
Though it's plain to see it's just a new breed of mouth-breathers
On some vague shit, xxxx the majority sixth-grade shit
Tend to go to the grave unappreciated

The entertainer makes beats matter again
My drunk patterns blend around the base of your brain stem
The plain consideration I show to the ladies on the dancefloor
As well as the boys wearin' their pants low
Can't flow if the subject at hand is heartbreak
That story's been told on every old guitar tape
So if you can't take a rhyme, then they try to be the deepest
For ? it's the one, you got stress trouble brother

Y'all tryin' to make the cut
Well, I'm doin' some cuts
Ya man, Cex don't get stressed over nothin'
Stop your fuss, in the club, hands are up
I got love, if you want it
Nobody frontin' like they can't have fun cause they above it
Play the cover tonight
so get your life if you wanna
Play the wall if you like or just hide in the corner
Get it started, get fine
Get retarded, don't be shy
There's a reason that they call it playin' live

Y'all tryin' to make the cut

"Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread, here's your cowboy hat, here's your gold medallion, this is your platinum medallion, here's your eyepatch, Your Puma Bulock jumpsuit, this is your knife, your Iceberg Slim book, gun, mandatory fur coat...and that's the whole game.

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