Artist: CES Cru Album: Catastrophic Event Specialists Song: Highlander Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Ubiquitous] Uh, we were ridin high, they were rollin low We were grindin heavy, they would take it slowwww They wanna know the game, but it can't be told No it can't be sold, why they thinkin that it can't be so? [Ubiquitous] You gotta give me, space I gotta hit these, dates Got a lot of chick givin me chase But can't nobody ever seem to get me the pace It's quick yah, 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 Breakin 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+ then PAP! +Death Magnetic+, let 'em 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, heyyy I see you runnin like a track star Too bad you run in a circle around in the back yard It's like nobody done ever listened 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 they raps? Ummm (yah) [Chorus: Ubiquitous] Uh, we were ridin high, they were rollin low We were grindin heavy, they would take it slowwww They wanna know the game, but it can't be told No it can't be sold, why they thinkin that it can't be so? Yah, we were ridin high, they were rollin low We were grindin heavy, they would take it slowwww They wanna know the game, but it can't be told And it can't be sold, when you're rollin with the banditos [Godemis] Keep an eye on the clock as the hands go 'round Cause you gotta know the time and the season Listen up and everybody soundin like clown They ain't ne'er had a rhyme nor a reason The roof is on fire, everybody leavin The air is thin and it got everybody wheezin I got the keys keys keys, got the keys keys keys Which means I'll be gone for the weekend These idiots be actin like I ain't got it when I always had it Been at it with a pad and a pen and it never mattered The patterns I was developin, hell I been a veteran long as a lot of y'all walkin the planet and I don't need an automatic, I'm doing this out of habit You silly rabbit, anybody can have it If you in it then grab it, do it good as the baddest Take a look at the status, yeah it's Godi doin the Hammer dance Go ahead and forfeit, you never had a chance They holler at us and we answer with an avalanche I'm goin Super Saiyan stayin in a battle stance Hame-hame-kame flyin out of both of my hands I need a milli', Travis said he'd give me that advance I probably well enough to never need a battle plan Even the Murs guy said I was a battered man Show me the money dummy, put it in my fuckin hand [Chorus]