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]