Artist: CES Cru Album: Catastrophic Event Specialists Song: Purge Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Ubiquitous] Sight beyond sight (sight beyond sight) Touch beyond touch (touch beyond touch) You could get a feel for what's beyond us (For what's beyond us) Everything you hearin (everything you hearin) Not really what you heard (not really what you heard) So really what's the word? (So really what's the word?) So really what's the word? [Ubiquitous] Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch You can get a feel for what's beyond us Everything you hearin, not really what you heard Men and women lie so really what's the word? If I'm lyin and I'm dyin a killer must emerge Feel I bust a verse 'til I'm feelin up to purge See the world is yours and it ain't hard to tell Look up in the sky, you can start to smell Smoke in the air, smoke-smoke in the lung Nobody should ever fly this close to the sun Wings melted down, flesh felt the burn Tumble to the ground with no self concern Kill an Afghani man or go help the curd Earn a purple heart if you don't go to hell, first Win a Pulitzer or a Nobel Prize But they won't tell why, they let those shells fly Got a co-sell, sign, co-sign to sell Sell 'em like phosphorous, both sides'll fail Young men die while the old-timers help themselves Stakin power but only time will tell Terminate terrorists override the cell 'Fore a state fell the government back coup Marine comin home, he covered in tattoo Stuck in the past, post-traumatical rap mood Iraq's not Iraq, it's really a rock fool Lieutenants say they're pullin the pilly to pop dudes And citizens in the inner city can not move From Fallujah, Baghdad, Syria, Kabul C'mon! [Chorus] [Godemis] Everybody gather 'round, I don't wanna hear a sound when I hit 'em with the motherfuckin facts now Bringin everything to light with the universal might So for anybody savin in the background Fuck pigs with a passion for blastin when they didn't even put a brother through a proper pat-down How I know I'm finna crack has been a matter of fact to get every citizen who wanna crack down Then now we got 'em murderin the track down We need a reason for the why he had to clap rounds These pigs get to go ahead to pop while We put them in power they only wanna act out Crack viles in the pound by the trap house is open 24/7 how they rap 'bout B.G.'s go to be the heat with that clout He breakin even, he don't need to get the cash out I'm figurin I'm in the middle of a war zone They come in whether or not if anyone's home I don't imagine they could win a war with no clones They got a beat on everybody with a go phone You might as well be a middle man in the middi A black cloud's coverin every bit of the city You never see us comin together and it's a pity We all pissed off, the situation is shitty (really) See we need to band together, swear to never run No retreat and no surrender when whoever come Fightin for freedom is a battle that ain't ever done And if you break it they just build a bigger better one (better one) [Chorus]