Dirge and Dean

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous] Same thing 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 cus their chained to the earth, anchored Replacing destroyed papers, bases and artifacts Retracing mistakes I made to the places they started at Self-educated healthily raping the almanac With nothing but rhymes written, my face is a college stack My brain ready for steak and I’m brazen to swallow fat My time I gained from classes escaped like my palm or 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 blunt 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 that 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 Me know moss coming over ya 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 and 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 better get your ass from this place or its getting tossed up cus [Chorus: Ubiquitous] I don’t know what you thought But is not tough to lock someone in a room and get ‘em chopped up And people say ‘yo, CES why you talk stuff’ We talk shit cus you walk in with your Glock cuz I don’t know what you thought But is not tough to lock someone in a room and get ‘em chopped up (chopped up) And people say ‘yo, CES why you talk stuff’ We talk stuff cus they walk in their Glock in their hand [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] I write from the break of day and write to the crack of dawn Passion to splash the page peer pressure I pack it on Pure professional and I made plans, you plan to wait Theres no escaping debates who’s looking for candidates Don’t bother looking further just look at this handsome face 6 to 7 mistakes in the session your man is eight 9 out of 10 rapper wear rings with 50 carrats While the scream about the gun and make noise like Dickiy Barrett Dirge is a dirty cheat, Dean is a shifty baron Roger Kent in a Honda element with tipsy blaring a twelve Gimmie a chair, shell, bars, pen, paper and cell Give me no love well the fuck it I’m gon’ make it myself Generate Joy, pain, poison and flame Be men and go defend your friends and join them in pain Seems every ploy is the same, probably and what’s the point Smelling a sack of cess we be doing the double joints Or a single malt scotch and a shake with triple thickness These chumps will fuck around so we came on official business Diss for your dickie-dog and a dick for your little missus Our efficient skills spit and grill, drift with the real sickness you dick Ubiquitous on a mission I’m 5”7 in height Your biggest fish imma bait ‘em with line get ‘em to bite Handcuff ‘em and tied, read him his rights You pennywise dead in the lights Ripping so many mics on the daily your money is petty and ready for anybody Arms steady up in a V Like come and get me you bitch As for shows, any less than 150 ain’t really enough to bust So I guess you ain’t gonna get so I spit [Chorus 2: Ubiquitous] I don’t know what you thought But is not tough to lock someone in a room and get ‘em chopped up And people say ‘CES why you talk stuff’ We talk stuff cus you walk in with your Glock cuz I don’t know what you thought But is not tough to lock someone in a room and get ‘em chopped up (chopped up) And people say ‘CES why you talk stuff’ We talk stuff cus they walk in their Glock in their hand