Bring It On
C.V.E. Lyrics


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I'm season about the green like a caper
Woke girly like induced labor
Hit it like a taper high on dro
African hyena, caviar gold
My eyes are slow
I'm off of that liquor
You can tell I'm a thug
Look at my cracked screen nigga
On my get dro
My Samsung, my iPhone, my Trackphone
They say he the man
But I can't stand
Men with long fingernails when they shake my hand
They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard
Like it's sharp fingernails longer than my broad
I had a broad named Ramona
Lived in Clearlake. But moved to Capitola
I never fucked her I promise that's on my dead homie
'Bout her money she love me, do anything for me

The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

Ay, it's that East-coast capo
Main to El Paso been around the world
Like latitude across a map bro, is that so?
Bitch you don't wanna see me in rap mode
I'm Ivan Drago murder mics in front of packed shows
And smashed flows
Yo my life is like a movie or a Woodstock documentary the way I keeps it groovy
Rude, lewd, and amusing more raw than a plate of sushi in the kitchen when I'm cooking up
They call me Ratatouille, yours truly
I've been on tours smoking the best and hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest
I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missing but
I never let that shit interfere with ambition
It's Christian back on my mission of spitting with lyrics written wrapped up
Like a mummified ancient Egyptian, I'm hieroglyphically scripting my knowledge passionate wisdom
Yelling fuck the system till they go and lock me up in prison
I am a doper and I'm only partially trying
I'm masterful debater winning any argument I'm in
You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion
Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum
A supervillain handling business to pay tuition
And the school of hard knocks, talk little but always listen
With a button down on like a young Peter Griffin
Let me get 'em

The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

First I take it to the top and then I bring it back
Hit the road and make a lot and then I bring it back
Brought it right back to my block yeah I bring it back
When the DJ hit stop (yeah what you do?)
Bring it back no question that
I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit
Start a riot, you should try it
Do you ever feel like flying?
You say that you at the top but I'm still, I'm still diamond
My stars are aligning and I get better over time
And the only thing on my mind is the pressure to make a diamond
And I'll be damned if I ever let 'em steal my shot
You cannot kill my vibe, you cannot break my stride
You cannot live this life unless you walk that line
Might not like what you find
They say forever we kind
I say it every time inside of every rhyme
That if you wanna go and get it it's a hell of a
Ride low in my city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Ride low in my city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Make it like ooh my son yeah hide now
My flow does not stop now
Got bars man for lockdown
They all want to talk now
Yeah my phone ring a lot now
Just let there be rock now

The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back




Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C.V.E.'s song "Bring It On" are filled with vivid imagery and boastful expressions of the artist's skills and experiences. The opening lines set the tone, using metaphors of being "seasoned" like a caper and describing a confident and assertive approach to life. The references to being off liquor and the cracked screen of a phone add a gritty realism to the lyrics, highlighting the artist's street credibility.


The second verse continues in a similar vein, with references to various locations and a strong sense of pride in the artist's East Coast roots. The lyrics depict a life filled with adventures, from touring to smoking the best and visiting dispensaries in the Pacific Northwest. The artist's words display a mix of bravado and introspection, acknowledging the flaws and challenges they've faced while fiercely pursuing their dreams.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm season about the green like a caper
I am passionate and knowledgeable about money and success, just like a seasoned chef is about flavors and ingredients.


Woke girly like induced labor
I am awake and alert, like a woman who has been artificially induced to give birth.


Hit it like a taper high on dro
I hit things with intensity and precision, just like a taper (candlestick) does when it is under the influence of drugs.


African hyena, caviar gold
I am a rare and valuable individual, like a hyena found in Africa. Just like caviar, I have a luxurious and refined demeanor.


My eyes are slow
I am relaxed and calm, as if my eyes are moving slowly.


I'm off of that liquor
I am not under the influence of alcohol anymore.


You can tell I'm a thug
My appearance and attitude indicate that I am a tough and rebellious individual.


Look at my cracked screen nigga
Even though my phone screen is cracked, it still functions, just like I do despite facing challenges.


On my get dro
I have my possessions and belongings in order and ready for any situation.


My Samsung, my iPhone, my Trackphone
I have different types of phones, representing my diverse and versatile lifestyle.


They say he the man
People consider me to be a highly respected and influential figure.


But I can't stand
However, I strongly dislike


Men with long fingernails when they shake my hand
I have a strong aversion to men who have long fingernails when they shake my hand, as it is uncomfortable and unhygienic.


They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard
These men intentionally dig their long nails into your palm and apply excessive pressure while shaking hands, causing pain and discomfort.


Like it's sharp fingernails longer than my broad
Their sharp and long nails are even longer than the width of my hand, exaggerating their unpleasantness.


I had a broad named Ramona
I used to have a female companion named Ramona.


Lived in Clearlake. But moved to Capitola
Ramona used to live in Clearlake, but she relocated to Capitola.


I never fucked her I promise that's on my dead homie
Contrary to popular belief, I never engaged in sexual activities with her, and I solemnly swear on the memory of my deceased friend.


'Bout her money she love me, do anything for me
However, Ramona was infatuated with me because of my financial status, as she was willing to do anything for me in pursuit of money.


Ay, it's that East-coast capo
Hey, it's me, the authoritative figure from the East Coast.


Main to El Paso been around the world
From Maine to El Paso, I have traveled extensively across the globe.


Like latitude across a map bro, is that so?
My travels have covered various latitudes, just like lines on a map. Do you understand?


Bitch you don't wanna see me in rap mode
You really don't want to witness me in my most aggressive and skillful rap performance.


I'm Ivan Drago murder mics in front of packed shows
I metaphorically defeat and overpower microphones during my intense performances in front of a large and enthusiastic audience.


And smashed flows
I deliver my rap verses with such force and precision that it feels like I am smashing through obstacles.


Yo my life is like a movie or a Woodstock documentary the way I keeps it groovy
My life is filled with interesting and captivating events, similar to a movie or a documentary about the Woodstock music festival. I always maintain a cool and laid-back vibe amidst the chaos.


Rude, lewd, and amusing more raw than a plate of sushi in the kitchen when I'm cooking up
I am impolite, vulgar, and entertaining. My music is even more unfiltered and authentic than a plate of raw sushi being prepared in a bustling kitchen.


They call me Ratatouille, yours truly
People refer to me as Ratatouille, emphasizing that I am the genuine article.


I've been on tours smoking the best and hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest
I have been on concert tours, indulging in high-quality marijuana and visiting all the legal cannabis dispensaries in the Pacific Northwest region.


I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missing but
I have been consistently under the influence of marijuana since then, causing some impairment to my cognitive abilities, but


I never let that shit interfere with ambition
I never allow my drug use to hinder my drive and determination to achieve my goals.


It's Christian back on my mission of spitting with lyrics written wrapped up
I, Christian, have returned to my mission of delivering rap verses filled with meticulously crafted lyrics.


Like a mummified ancient Egyptian, I'm hieroglyphically scripting my knowledge passionate wisdom
Similar to how ancient Egyptians used hieroglyphics to preserve their knowledge, I am carefully penning down my wisdom and experiences in my lyrics.


Yelling fuck the system till they go and lock me up in prison
I vigorously express my discontent towards the oppressive system, even if it leads to my imprisonment.


I am a doper and I'm only partially trying
I frequently consume drugs, and although I am not fully exerting myself, I am still achieving remarkable results.


I'm masterful debater winning any argument I'm in
I possess exceptional skills in debating, triumphing in any argument or disagreement I engage in.


You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion
If someone were to examine my inner self, they would find the courageous and bold spirit of a lion.


Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum
Alternatively, if they were to explore my mind, they would comprehend the reasons behind my confinement in Arkham Asylum, a fictional psychiatric hospital.


A supervillain handling business to pay tuition
I am like a supervillain, efficiently taking care of my responsibilities and earning money to cover my educational expenses.


And the school of hard knocks, talk little but always listen
I have gained valuable life experience through difficult and challenging situations, and although I remain quiet, I am attentive and receptive to others.


With a button down on like a young Peter Griffin
I dress in a casual yet slightly formal manner, resembling a younger version of the animated character Peter Griffin.


Let me get 'em
Now, allow me to proceed and take control.


First I take it to the top and then I bring it back
Initially, I elevate and excel in my endeavors, only to later return and revisit my roots.


Hit the road and make a lot and then I bring it back
I embark on journeys and earn substantial amounts of money, only to return and reinvest in my community.


Brought it right back to my block yeah I bring it back
I bring back the fruits of my success and distribute them to my neighborhood and community.


When the DJ hit stop (yeah what you do?)
When the DJ stops the music abruptly, I adapt and continue to entertain and impress.


Bring it back no question that
I reaffirm the need to bring back the music without any doubt or hesitation.


I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit
I am completely dedicated and willing to put everything on the line, working tirelessly throughout the night.


Start a riot, you should try it
I initiate chaos and commotion, challenging you to experience it yourself.


Do you ever feel like flying?
Have you ever experienced the sensation of soaring and being free?


You say that you at the top but I'm still, I'm still diamond
You claim to be at the pinnacle of success, but I remain an everlasting and valuable gem.


My stars are aligning and I get better over time
My fortune and circumstances are coming together harmoniously, and I continuously improve as time progresses.


And the only thing on my mind is the pressure to make a diamond
The sole concern occupying my thoughts is the intense expectation to achieve greatness.


And I'll be damned if I ever let 'em steal my shot
I am determined to never allow others to deprive me of my opportunities and chances.


You cannot kill my vibe, you cannot break my stride
No one has the power to destroy my positive energy or disrupt my steady pace.


You cannot live this life unless you walk that line
You cannot truly experience and understand this lifestyle unless you adhere to its rules and principles.


Might not like what you find
You might not appreciate or enjoy what you discover.


They say forever we kind
People claim that we, as a group, have an everlasting bond.


I say it every time inside of every rhyme
I express this sentiment consistently in every song I create.


That if you wanna go and get it it's a hell of a
If you truly desire to achieve something, the journey will be challenging and demanding.


Ride low in my city with the top down
I drive through my city in a low-riding vehicle with the convertible top down.


Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Definitely, I will be on my way to achieving tremendous success.


Make it like ooh my son yeah hide now
I create an atmosphere that exudes excitement and surprise, causing others to feel awe-struck and wanting to hide.


My flow does not stop now
I continue to deliver a consistent and uninterrupted flow.


Got bars man for lockdown
I possess exceptional skills and abilities in rap, enough to impress and captivate any listener.


They all want to talk now
Now, everyone wants to engage in conversation and show interest in me.


Yeah my phone ring a lot now
Indeed, my phone receives numerous calls and notifications now.


Just let there be rock now
Just allow the music to play and let the energy flow.




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Christian Webster, Derek Smith, Earl Stevens, Matthew Crowder

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