Ill Mind Of Ceza Pt 4: Southwest...
• Written by Ceza_Type_O
[Verse 1 (Starts 0:14)]
Okay it’s Ceza up in this
Building as the Nile’s hot one
I’m no player just crushed a lot
Rest in peace to Big Pun
Senu of the skies yeah they
See me as a Medjay
Popping like a buckshot
Precise like a deadeye
Bye bye
I’m rolling too fly
They asking how high?
These niggas and these
Niggress sweeter than the color
Tye-Dye
Pipe down I ain’t asking for a
Little lullaby
When it’s going down ask Prince
When the dove’s cry
Just know the real check is coming
Nigh
My alter ego of a Gemini
Proceed with caution that’s coming
From me with advisory
Watch your tone tho because that
Speech comes with finery
Yeah that’s my Southern talk
I hope you can walk the walk
Static in my ears sounding like some
Screeching chalk
And I don’t do no handouts
Just let this mane standout
Destined choice en route
Escaping drifts from a drought
You finna see what I’m really talking
Bout
And I’m saying it, that’s no doubt
Because I started from the bottom but
I’m still making it
Ain’t shit tougher than my fuckin’ Southern
Country grit (Ahh!)
//Hook (Starts at 1:14)//
I’m going all in
But let me reload
Because when I score the win
Nothing burns like the cold
I’m all about the yen
My stories unfold
I’ve earned my bronze now
Watch me come for that gold
[Verse 2 (Starts at 1:27)]
See the devil wears prada
I tell em no pasa nada
Mama rasied that kid to be
A gentlemen
I don’t ever wanna see the gates
Of Duat again
What a stranded predition
For the new edition
When it’s game over it
Means failed mission
(Really) Tired of these wanches
For thinking I’m too anxious
They said I’m unfiltered, I need
The heavy maintenance
See the name is Ceza Type O
The illest one without no typo
I got that fire burning heart like
Uncle Iroh
But when I burn it down like Seth,
They calling me a pyscho (Ouch)
Rolling up a joint a day
Guess who’s getting paid today
Yes I’m still a father, and no it’s
Not time to play
Chefing up like Bobby Flay
CTO is here stay
A tale of two deserts, I never
Was left astray
Look who’s coming back just
For more
It feels like a rolling encore
I see the opportunites knocking
on my door now
Let me synchronize the area
Before i run this town (Damn)
Gonna to take this leap of faith
Life is so beautiful
Hearing voices from a wraith
I gotta keep it spiritual
And I’m no soul reaper
But maybe just a substitute
I am my brother’s keeper
That’s gonna keep it absolute
See I found my Mogul Embassy
And to my son he is my legacy
I was the hidden one before but
Now they will remember me
The neon Synagogue view
Into a path of remedy
Bang!!! That’s a killshot
Scoped with a K.Dot
When I’m in the room you
Know that I seize the plot
Never lucky playing slots
Plenty demons I have fought
Watched em all drop and rot
All the tales I made to jot
Where I’m from it’s never easy
These goofy bitches are too sleazy
They got guns in they hands
Only for just to pop a click
Don’t need a weapon Imma whoop
That Trick!!!
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Ceza_Type_O
Member since September 1 2016