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While opening for Devin The Dude in Kansas City, Ces Cru thoroughly impressed hometown rap kingpin Tech N9ne. Tech motioned to Ces Cru’s Ubiquitous and let him know that he loved what he was hearing.
Fast forward a few years to Kansas City barbeque staple Jack Stack. There, a friend of Ubiquitous gave Tech N9ne a copy of Ces Cru’s 2009 album, The Playground. Tech took the album home, listened to it and tweeted that he was vibing out to the music of Ubiquitous and his partner-in-rhyme, Godemis. In 2010, Tech N9ne and Strange Music CEO, Travis O’Guin, called to offer Ces Cru a slot on Tech N9ne’s forthcoming Bad Season mixtape. Along with the mixtape appearance, came an opportunity to open for Tech at the Beaumont Club, a prestigious KC entertainment venue. Ces Cru’s impressive contribution to the Bad Season track, “Livin Like I'm Dyin”, along with their energetic live performance, paved the way for the duo to join the Strange Music roster. “This is like passing the bar or something,” Godemis says. “It’s a really big deal. It means everything to me. I feel super-validated. We’ve been working for a really long time and this is the best place we could be.”
Indeed, Ces Cru has been putting in work for nearly a decade. The crew went through a number of different group members before becoming the trio of Ubiquitous, Godemis and Sorceress in the early 2000s. In 2004, the group released its debut album, Capture Enemy Soldiers. But while promoting the project, Sorceress wanted to fire the group’s then-manager. Ubiquitous and Godemis disagreed, so Sorceress departed the group. The impact of Sorceress’ exodus was immediate and significant. “Sorceress’ leaving definitely shaped how our next record was going to go,” Ubiquitous says. “We had to focus on a new dynamic when we were making songs. We had to figure out how to fill that space. The formula goes from just everybody just submits a verse and we put a chorus together to now it’s just kind of fluid. Her leaving made us break that writing box that we’d been in. We had to fill more space, work harder.” Part of working harder included appearing on a bevy of albums, mixtapes and recordings from local and regional artists. Another important undertaking was securing production and producers for forthcoming Ces Cru material.
Ces Cru found its new sonic partner in well-rounded producer Lenny D. “He was someone who focused all of his efforts into us,” Godemis says. “We didn’t have that and we needed that.”
Both Ubiquitous and Godemis dedicated themselves to writing more potent, intricate and meaningful rhymes. They also enhanced their song-making skills, better understanding how to strengthen the impact of their material thru doubling vocals, ad-libs and learning how to better navigate production with their voices. The hard work certainly paid off. Ces Cru’s next album, 2009’s The Playground, signaled marked artistic growth. Ubiquitous and Godemis earned critical acclaim thanks to such songs as the break-up anthem “DYT,” the chest-thumping “Float” and the politically-charged “Teeter.” In fact, the release contains such powerful material that Ces Cru will be releasing videos for The Playground cuts “Hate Season” and “Eye on Dat” in 2012, a full three years after the album’s initial release. As the group continued their evolution, Ubiquitous and Godemis realized that the meaning of Ces Cru also changed with the times, too. Originally an abbreviation for “Conglomerate Elements of Self-Consciousness,” Ces has also taken on the additional meanings of “Children Everywhere Smiling” and “Cost Effective Strategy” to Ubiquitous’ recent favorite “Can’t Entertain Stupidity” and Godemis’ tongue-in-cheek “Can’t Eat Sweets.”
“Having the name stand for different things brings a certain versatility to our culture,” Ubiquitous says. “We’re constantly building our own personal culture and adding to it.”
The next additions to Ces Cru’s catalog will be Ubiquitous’ Matter Don’t Money solo mixtape, which features the standout selections “Harmony of Spheres” and “Larry David.” Godemis’ The Deevil will also come out in early 2012, prior to Ces Cru’s debut Strange Music LP. The duo is starting the pre-production process with Strange Music production stalwart Michael “Seven” Summers (Tech N9ne, Wiz Khalifa, Mac Miller, Kendrick Lamar, Lil Wayne). Now, after grinding for years in the underground, steadily building its following and releasing high-quality material, Ces Cru is set to take a major step thanks to its recent signing with Strange Music and its visionary artistic leader Tech N9ne.
“We’re from the same era of music and like the same kind of things,” Godemis says of Ces Cru’s relationship with Tech N9ne. “Tech sees something different in us and always comments that we’re on some real MC stuff. We put our best into the music. I think Tech sees that and can tell we’re not some flash-in-the-pan group. We give it our all.” Creating Endless Success may be the next thing Ces Cru is known for.
Fuck Me On the Dough
Ces Cru Lyrics
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I want my motherfucking money, service is rendered,
Fuck a check, return it to sender,
Give me mine and they gonna tender
Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity
Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
Okay, I'm trying to put it safe in the ground
Guess I got it deep but first I got to buy that shovel.
Try to leave a mark in the game, guess we've got an album to press
And then we got to make that bubble.
Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends,
But understand, y'all, love don't spin.
They wanna get in, they wanna get it in,
Fucking for scene, they blow their duckets on a bucket of gin
They wanna act fucked up when it comes to couple, bust to get in.
I ain't got nothing to lean, you got the cup to get in.
I'm hoping you're tripping, know it's the only motor for ripping
This constant energy is worth every penny in the price of igmission.
I'm like on a mission, like in a pocket,
You gotta pay the profit to witness to how he rock it.
It's like he's in a rocket, his writing is like the rockets
Hard and you got to chop it to profit.
[Chorus]
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
You act silly, hush, puppy on my bro,
See, I already know we can't be trusted on the low.
Can feel it in my bones when he stuck me on the show,
That's why every time I call he duck me on the phone
And what we are to know, keep me in the dark about
Knew the game was shady when I started out
Mama told me baby, just be smart about your biz',
Don't forget about your kid while you're carving out your needs
The part about that is the industry's offended
When I made your labels dusted by a fucking independent.
Strange music, dude, fuck if you believe in it.
Don't know what I have to do or what it took for me to get it,
No wonder what they believe, when they look they see an image not the person underneath.
They must took me for a gimmick, they push me to my limits,
They coming out the faces, these motherfuckers run their mouths, I'm running out of patience
Now come about your pockets, I'm coming out the basement
I bet you don't know nothing about no hundred dollar payments
I'm slaving over grills, determined as ever, cooking the books and in the same time burning my cheddar.
[Chorus]
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
I'm at the coin start, counting this cheddar, we better stretch
In the company of more wealthy people I never met.
Fuck a check, return it to sender, we getting more slaps,
Red headed bitches for mommy and daddy work ups.
Fuck me over for money may be consider that I'm cooking up a meal for you, buddy, pay me for dinner,
Plus the baby sitter don't work free, she needing chips
Everybody put their palm on my face for a piece of this, I'm saying
The car can need a Jeep, we need that bread,
Committing suicide if they put a price on my head.
I want every rap sin, I gotta have it like right now
Before the KCP and always cutting my lights out.
I was on early gas come to put me out in the cold
So it's something I can see, touch, count and then hold
Hold me, matter no money, know that I've been told
But how the fuck this gone out of control?
[Chorus]
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it's all raps for really.
The lyrics to Ces Cru's song "Fuck Me On the Dough" are filled with references to the music industry's greed and the struggles of independent artists trying to make a living. The chorus expresses the desire for fair compensation for one's work and the frustration with getting screwed over by managers and venues. The phrase "fuck me on the dough" is a play on words, sarcastically suggesting that the artist is willing to be taken advantage of as long as they get paid. The lyrics also touch on themes of friendship, loyalty, and trust, and how they can be tested in the cutthroat world of music.
The opening lines describe the struggle of trying to make it in the rap game and the financial investment required to get started. The artist acknowledges that success takes hard work and a willingness to take risks. The lines "I love my friends, but understand, y'all, love don't spin" allude to the fact that friendships and loyalty can't always pay the bills. The next verse talks about the shady dealings of the music industry and how independent artists can be taken advantage of. The artist laments the fact that they're not seen as a person, but rather an image or gimmick that can be sold to the public. The bridge is a call to action, urging the industry to pay up and give artists the compensation they deserve.
Line by Line Meaning
I want my motherfucking money, service is rendered,
I expect to be compensated for the work I have done
Fuck a check, return it to sender,
I don't want a check, give me cash instead
Give me mine and they gonna tender
I demand my payment and they will have to provide it
Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity
Manager, the venue is full so there's no excuse for not paying me
Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me.
Check the ticket sales, calculate my share of the revenue, and give me what I'm owed
Okay, I'm trying to put it safe in the ground
I'm trying to invest my money wisely
Guess I got it deep but first I got to buy that shovel.
I may have the money to invest, but I need to spend money to make money
Try to leave a mark in the game, guess we've got an album to press
I want to make a name for myself in the music industry, and need to release an album in order to do so
And then we got to make that bubble.
We need to create a demand for our music and generate income
Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends,
I'm young and enjoy spending time with my friends
But understand, y'all, love don't spin.
As much as I love my friends, that doesn't pay the bills
They wanna get in, they wanna get it in,
People want to be a part of the music industry and make money
Fucking for scene, they blow their duckets on a bucket of gin
They'll spend their money on drugs and alcohol to fit in
They wanna act fucked up when it comes to couple, bust to get in.
They act entitled and rude when they try to get into exclusive events
I ain't got nothing to lean, you got the cup to get in.
I don't have any power or connections to get people into events
I'm hoping you're tripping, know it's the only motor for ripping
I'm hoping you're impressed by my talent, which is the only way I'll make money
This constant energy is worth every penny in the price of igmission.
My hard work and dedication to my music is worth the cost of missed opportunities
I'm like on a mission, like in a pocket,
I'm focused on my goal and nothing else matters
You gotta pay the profit to witness to how he rock it.
You have to pay to see my performance and appreciate my talent
It's like he's in a rocket, his writing is like the rockets
The performer is in the zone, and his lyrics are powerful
Hard and you got to chop it to profit.
You have to work hard and invest time and money to make a profit in the music industry
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
You act silly, hush, puppy on my bro,
You're acting foolish and childish around my friend
See, I already know we can't be trusted on the low.
I'm aware that people in the industry can't be trusted to keep things confidential
Can feel it in my bones when he stuck me on the show,
I had a feeling something was wrong when I performed on that show
That's why every time I call he duck me on the phone
That's why he avoids my calls
And what we are to know, keep me in the dark about
He keeps me in the dark about important information
Knew the game was shady when I started out
I knew the music industry was corrupt when I entered it
Mama told me baby, just be smart about your biz',
My mother advised me to be careful and smart in the music industry
Don't forget about your kid while you're carving out your needs
Don't neglect your family while pursuing your dreams
The part about that is the industry's offended
The music industry doesn't like it when independent artists succeed
When I made your labels dusted by a fucking independent.
When I achieved success as an independent artist and didn't need a major record label
Strange music, dude, fuck if you believe in it.
I'm signed to Strange Music and don't care if you think it's strange or not
Don't know what I have to do or what it took for me to get it,
I don't know what it will take to achieve more success
No wonder what they believe, when they look they see an image not the person underneath.
People in the industry judge me based on my image, not my talent
They must took me for a gimmick, they push me to my limits,
They think I'm just a gimmick and try to exploit me
They coming out the faces, these motherfuckers run their mouths, I'm running out of patience
These people talk behind my back and I'm tired of it
Now come about your pockets, I'm coming out the basement
Pay me what you owe me, or else
I bet you don't know nothing about no hundred dollar payments
I doubt you've ever worked hard enough to receive a large payment
I'm slaving over grills, determined as ever, cooking the books and in the same time burning my cheddar.
I'm working hard and managing my money carefully to succeed in the music industry
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
I'm at the coin start, counting this cheddar, we better stretch
I'm counting my money and need to make it last
In the company of more wealthy people I never met.
I'm surrounded by wealthy people but I'm still working hard to succeed
Fuck a check, return it to sender, we getting more slaps,
I want cash instead of a check, and we're getting more opportunities to succeed
Red headed bitches for mommy and daddy work ups.
We're making money and can afford expensive things
Fuck me over for money may be consider that I'm cooking up a meal for you, buddy, pay me for dinner,
If you don't pay me what you owe me, don't expect me to do any more work for you
Plus the baby sitter don't work free, she needing chips.
I have expenses to pay, including child care
Everybody put their palm on my face for a piece of this, I'm saying
Everyone wants a piece of my success and money
The car can need a Jeep, we need that bread,
I may have expenses to pay, but we need to make money
Committing suicide if they put a price on my head.
I won't stop until I succeed in the music industry, even if it means sacrificing everything
I want every rap sin, I gotta have it like right now
I want to be successful in every aspect of the music industry, and I want it now
Before the KCP and always cutting my lights out.
Before I run out of energy and stop working hard
I was on early gas come to put me out in the cold
I started working hard early on, and it's been a long journey
So it's something I can see, touch, count and then hold
I work hard so I can have tangible rewards
Hold me, matter no money, know that I've been told
Hold on to my dreams and goals, even if it means sacrificing money
But how the fuck this gone out of control?
I don't know how the industry has become so corrupt and difficult to succeed in
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