Codename: Iron Giant

[Verse 1: UBI] This the faction Nah the faction that saved a few hundred on the mix and masterin' The sound quality suffers a bit but the disc come fast I guess you just ain't fuckin' with this What? It all cycles, we kept it on file, Ces sittin' on top of rotten body dog pile Some shittin' a lot, and some of y'all forget a lot Spit it effective shit'll twist your neck up in a knot Shitty style you're livin' off, I'm sayin' I'll slay it in an instant, you ain't sayin' nothin' for me to listen And dissin' ya'll is like we takin' candy from an infant Kid, comin' in the exit, Dean, lacin' up the entrance Dirge, waitin' with the engine runnin' don't trip it's nothing The whip is bumpin' something let the music lift 'em up in the air Like fresh kicks Ces come in a pair, checkin' wind, with the thumb in the air My second wind, I recommend you runnin' with the rare and the decadent I motion for the re-blaze, he here by second it And God bless Ces and Ces bless all Who defend and represent for us when we call on 'em I maul on 'em like soap on your clothes After they made us most of broken the mold Theyyo-wayyo, get wild and death to all of you snakes and reptiles On volume 1 of the Cesphiles