CES Cru - Dirge And Dean Lyrics

The lyrics. Holy shit that's complex

I once heard this is a remix. If so, anyone know the beat?

instrumental????

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Seeing things 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 cuz 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 common 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 blunts 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 dap 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
Mi no mas por mi minovia
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 I'm 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'd better get your ass from this place or its getting tossed up cuz

[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 cuz you walk in with your Glock couz
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 cuz 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
Sixty-seven 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 defend your friends and go 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 y'all 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 cuz they walk in with their Glock couz
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

Credit: Genius.com Link: http://genius.com/Ces-cru-dirge-and-dean-lyrics

could someone please give me the name of this instrumental, I have GOT to murder this beat.

Tyler Benowitz wish I knew

Tyler Benowitz good luck. ubi already did

this some true shit. i feel like im living this rn haha

My nigga

See things from all sides, like a dice between my thumbs and my first finger I set spinnin'. I have 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. Findin' the boats that sank, as they're chained to the earths anchor. Replacing destroyed papers, faces and artifacts. Retracing mistakes I made to the places they started at. Self-Educator, healthily raping the almanac. With nothing but rhymes written, my face is a college stat. My brains ready for steak by I'm bracing to swallow fat. My time to gain from class is escaped from a palm and past. I let it go like something I love. Truth to the blue, my memory is not once what it was, and you can bet I give the credits to the blunts and the drugs. All that said and you can still find me up in the club like what the fuck, right? Ain't nothing funny you dig? After you go without a show for a couple of months, looking back and now you know that's a slump in your runt. Working 40 hour jobs, eating lunch on the bus, like ubi who? And I slide up on the scene, outcast like Hootyhoo. Nobody gives me dap 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, I'm moody too. Instead of actin' crappy its back to the studio and, nothin' to hold me up man no mas por mi minovia. Where's the beat? Throw it up, I'll pin it, won't play around. Treat it like an old dog when its dying and lay it down. No tellin' where I'm goin', and watch what you're saying now. Stop bitin' the styles and develop it in the open. Just because it gets recorded and pressed, don't mean its 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, your floor is filthy, my laboratory is swept. And if ever it should pass that I benefit from your loss, well you better get your ass on this place or its gettin' tossed up. Cuz I don't know what you thought but, its 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 cuz you walkin' with your glock cuz. And I don't know what you thought but, its not tough to lock someone in a room nd get 'em chopped up. And people always say "yo ces why you talk stuff?" We talk stuff cuz you walkin' with my glock in your hand. Write to the break of day, and write to the crack of dawn. Passion I splash the page, pure pressure I pack it on. Pure professional, anime plans you planned away. No escapin' debates, who's looking for candidates? Don't bother looking further, just look at this handsome face. 67 mistakes in the session, your man is 8. 9 outta 10 rappers wear rings with 50 karats, while the scream about the gun and make noise like Dickey Barrett. Dirge is a dirty cheat, dean is a shifty baron. Roger Canton in the Honda element with tipsy blaring at 12. Gimme a chair, shelf, bars, pen, paper, and cell. Gimme no love, well then fuck it, I'm gonna make it myself. Generate joy, pain, poison, and flame. Be men and defend your friends or go join them in pain. Seems ever ploy is the same probably an what's the point? Smelling a sack of CES will be doper that double joints, or a single malt Scotch in the shape with the triple thickness. These chumps are fuck arounds and we came on official business. Diss for your diggy-dawg and a dick for your little misses. An ambition, skills spittin', road trips with the real sickness, ya dig? Ubiquitous on a mission, I'm 5'7 in height, the biggest fish. I'ma bait 'em with line, get 'em t bite. Handcuff him and tied, read him his rights. You penny wise, deaden the lights. Rippin' so many mics on the daily. Your money is petty, 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 me to spit. (Chorus x2) There you go fuckers. I spent my entire day off on this. You're all welcome

*Roger Kint

Dude. You could have googled it xD

Haha i love you for this man

Where can i find lyrics

Working on it. But the will be completely by ear.

It took me one google search. 

dirge is a dirty cheat, dean is a shifty baron

best ubi song in my opinion

I love you dude!