Highlander Ces Cru

[Chorus: Ubiquitous]
We were riding high
They were rolling low
We were grinding heavy
They would take it slow
They wanna know the game
But it can't be told...
No, it can't be sold
Why they thinking that it can't be so

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
You gotta give me space
I gotta hit these dates
Got a lot of chick giving me chase
But can nobody ever seem to get me the pace, it’s quick, yeah
It’s Will Bixby and Gates
Hit ‘em with the- real sixteen for cake, yo
For god’s sakes, what I really need's a break
Break it down, roll it up, Philly weed and shake
Breaking down the rhyme at a millipede’s pace
Pray to see the light of day or will it be a waste
Hillary’s a fake and Don Trump’s a fraud
Either way they both livin’ way above the law
Hip Hop dead, motherfuck this, I’m gone
Master of Puppets and Justice for All
Load it up, kill ‘em all, reload and BRAT
Death Magnetic, let them all fade to black
I been chillin’ out in the back hallway
Waitin’ for one of y’all to collapse on stage
My hat’s off, better get your facts all straight
Before you get figured out and get black balled... hey!
I see you runnin’ like a track star
Too bad you run in a circle 'round in the backyard
It’s like nobody did ever listen to Black Star
And if they did they probably thought it was wack bars
I guess they too cool for school, they act dumb
And sell the venom to kids and get ‘em a fat sum
I’m highlander maybe one of the last ones
Who give a fuck what they talk about in their rap song, ya!