Dirge and Dean Ces Cru

[Verse 1]
Seeing things from all sides
Like a dice between my thumb and my first finger I set spinning
Now I satiated my appetite and the thirst lingers
Rap lines about ubiq I'll recoil with the cursed finger
Take a dip
My mind is an ocean I search tankers
Finding the boats that sank 'cause their chained to the earth, anchored
Replacing destroyed papers, bases and artifacts
Retracing mistakes I made to the places they started at
Self-educator healthily raping the almanac
With nothing but rhymes written, my face is a college stack
My brain's ready for steak and I’m brazen to swallow fat
My time I gained from classes escaped from my common past
I let it go like something I love
True to the blue my memory is not once what it was
You can bet I give the credit to the blunts and the drugs
All of that said and you can still find me up at the clubs like what the fuck, right?
Ain’t nothing funny you dick
After you go without a show for a couple of months
Looking back and now you know that’s a slump in your run
Working forty hour jobs and eating lunch on the bus like you be who?
And I slide up on the scene outkast like hootie-hoo
And nobody gives me dap and I bounce in a shitty mood
So I smoke weed, I ain’t shaggy from Scooby doo
Just cuz you can see me usually happy and moody too
Instead of acting crappy it’s back to the studio
With nothing to hold me up
Mi no más con mi novia
Where’s the beat throw it up, I pen it won’t play around
Treat it like an old dog when it’s dying and lay it down
Don’t tell ‘em where I’m going
No, watch what you’re saying now
Stop biting in the styles I'm developing in the open
Just because it gets recorded in press
Don’t mean it’s born from your breath
I can’t afford to accept it
This is your warning from CES
Rappers bore me to death, perhaps adore me you wretch
You floor’s filthy my laboratory is swept
And if ever it should pass that I benefit from your loss
Then you'd better get your ass from this place or its getting tossed up 'cause