One Bomb State - CES Cru, infO Gates

I can’t kill them enough, my camp can’t call It

Spike the punch, counselor alcoholic

Brain like an abyss, and blow that cancer

Get locked for killing a can-can dancer

Can’t stop the villain, I’m feelin' myself now

Running a couple of times, I’m feelin' myself out

Fuck, 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 'em all

Cut life’s cables kid, bet I get on the ball

But I hit them all and they just targets

Everybody claiming they fly, never really been on a starship

Killer City cinema so sad it seems

I’m in between the sheets with a bag of dreams

And the option is I could bust it at the seams

And I’m ready for the Feddy and the half of Nin, c’mon

We coming all black, gray and red all day

Fall back, me say there ain’t shit safe

Holla oh-ay-oh!

Run far 'way

Oh-ay-oh!

One bomb state

In the tall grass lay, gunfire rain

Fall back and pray, the one God save

Holla oh-ay-oh!

Run far 'way

Oh-ay-oh!

One bomb state

Can’t get Phat here, go figure you fatso

These cattles you can’t lasso

KCMO, this ain’t Lupe Fiasco

So watch your spit talk, Tobasco

Can’t bust in a cipher without a passcode

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 first 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 ass up in Chuco

'Cause I won’t give a joke until you go

We coming all black, gray and red all day

Fall back, me say there ain’t shit safe

Holla oh-ay-oh!

Run far 'way

Oh-ay-oh!

One bomb state

In the tall grass lay, gunfire rain

Fall back and pray, the one God save

Holla oh-ay-oh!

Run far 'way

Oh-ay-oh!

One bomb state

They can’t know my style, they can’t see me

Too hot for radio, show banned from TV

They can’t read me, Elway running a play

Running a route, take one and I’m out

The Champeezee, done without the

Son, I’m about to stampede them

Big throat what I’m about, can’t reason

Around if it needs, 'less we can count it

It’s not real, we stuck in a box still

But tryin' to be big as the Biggie and Pac bill

The Killer City Commitee, we can’t pity ya

Rather you clap for me than give me Chlamydia

Flippin' the beat from Tripoli out in Libya

The jam shaking the fans, hot

You can’t can or stamp, I know Kansas clubs on the low

Kansas folks can’t stand us

We coming all black, gray and red all day

Fall back, me say there ain’t shit safe

Holla oh-ay-oh!

Run far 'way

Oh-ay-oh!

One bomb state

In the tall grass lay, gunfire rain

Fall back and pray, the one God save

Holla oh-ay-oh!

Run far 'way

Oh-ay-oh!

One bomb state