Lyrics:

“One Bomb State”, the fifth track on the long-awaited 13 EP, Ces Cru’s first Strange Music release.
Yeah! Strange Music! 13!

I can't kill them enough, my camp can't call It
Spike the punch, counselor alcoholic
Brain like an abyss, and blow that cancer
Get locked for killing a can-can dancer
Can't stop the villain, I'm feelin' myself now
Running a couple of times, I'm feelin' myself out
Fuck, better you bet now, bet on your boy
I'm an idea, not a thing; I cannot be destroyed
When they come, gon' get it, getting rid of 'em all
Cut life's cables kid, bet I get on the ball
But I hit them all and they just targets
Everybody claiming they fly, never really been on a starship
Killer City cinema so sad it seems
I'm in between the sheets with a bag of dreams
And the option is I could bust it at the seams
And I'm ready for the Feddy and the half of Nin, c'mon

We coming all black, gray and red all day
Fall back, me say there ain't shit safe
Holla oh-ay-oh! Run far 'way
Oh-ay-oh! One bomb state
In the tall grass lay, gunfire rain
Fall back and pray, the one God save
Holla oh-ay-oh! Run far 'way
Oh-ay-oh! One bomb state

Can't get Phat here, go figure you fatso
These cattles you can't lasso
KCMO, this ain't Lupe Fiasco
So watch your spit talk, Tobasco
Can't bust in a cipher without a passcode
Prolly can't spit bars without lying about your cash flow
Catch goosebumps off of my last ho
Bada bing boom Anthony Soprano
Smoke both hands on a piano
Brain lock with brain matter on the back handle, Mickey Mantle
What you think my city's on the first 48 for
Can't leave here without your face sore
Can't tell me I don't know something I do know
I can't not do something that I said I'm gonna do so
Now I'm looking for that ass up in Chuco
'Cause I won't give a joke until you go

We coming all black, gray and red all day
Fall back, me say there ain't shit safe
Holla oh-ay-oh! Run far 'way
Oh-ay-oh! One bomb state
In the tall grass lay, gunfire rain
Fall back and pray, the one God save
Holla oh-ay-oh! Run far 'way
Oh-ay-oh! One bomb state

They can't know my style, they can't see me
Too hot for radio show banned from TV
They can't read me, Elway running a play
Running a route, take one and I'm out
The Champeezee, done without the
Son, I'm about to stampede them
Big throat what I'm about, can't reason
Around if it needs, unless we can count it
It's not real, we stuck in a box still
But tryin' to be big as the Biggie and Pac bill
The Killer City Commitee, we can't pity ya
Rather you clap for me than give me Chlamydia
Flippin' the beat from Tripoli out in Libya
The jam shaking the fans, hot
You can't can us, damn, I know Kansas clubs on the low
Kansas folks can't stand us

We coming all black, gray and red all day
Fall back, me say there ain't shit safe
Holla oh-ay-oh! Run far 'way
Oh-ay-oh! One bomb state
In the tall grass lay, gunfire rain
Fall back and pray, the one God save
Holla oh-ay-oh! Run far 'way
Oh-ay-oh! One bomb state