It all started on stage.

While opening for Devin The Dude in Kans… Read Full Bio ↴It all started on stage.

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.

Jimmy Stewart
Ces Cru Lyrics

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I make music for a living, so every day is the weekend
The blade ain't tucked away until everybody is leaking
I've had it up to heaven with father fuckers critiquing
My suggestion is you stuff a cock in it, the Deevil's speaking
Right up under the knife, I'm a villain still in the cut
Feeding on hate, I patiently wait and swill up a cup
Wavy, wondering what in the fuck is the motive for it
The Deevil said I should kill him, then Godemis said ignore it

Emo with it, I'm morbid, my ism is out of orbit
They bite off what they can chew from you, funny how you ain't Norbit
Arsenal is assorted with plenty curses and disses
Plus we don't discriminate, murking any mister or missus
Appetite for destruction, cause if the recipe misses
We feeding on every scrap and don't bother to bus the dishes
This is what some wishes are made of and it's kind of silly
They going hammer, can't touch me, but God, I pray they can feel me

It's all fly in the friendly skies
I'm ready for whatever's headed my way
Ends change friends change every five days
Identify snake venom enter my space
You're givin em five minutes why wait?
Holdin your moment that's gone
Develop your density need some back bone
Bae boy he wishin that he was back home
Charlie can't go back, when this shit go black
I'm bringin disco back

Back from skid row, out of agony central
You're grabbing at my microphone I'm snappin your wrist bone
Anatomy split throw em like Vladamir Klitchko
You're pissed that I'm rappin fast, well I'm happy to spit slow
Cuz everything goes fast, I watch as it go past
I'm tossin these bread crumbs, You're lost with a road map
Perusin our catalog, and shoppin for vocab
They copy the flow, I give the gift of forgiveness
I thought you should know that, but business is business
Want to know how we did it? Better get to jottin on notepads
And read you a book buddy, sharpen your brain but now
It's smarter to play dumb, what part of the game?
Acquire target and aim (bluhh) It ain't hard to be famous
I market my anguish but now it's startin to change us
So pardon my language, but fuck how you feel
You bitch ass motherfucker you's a sucker for real
It ain't nothing to get you, high

It's all fly in the friendly skies
I'm ready for whatever's headed my way
Ends change friends change every five days
Identify snake venom enter my space
You're givin em five minutes why wait?
Holdin your moment that's gone
Develop your density need some back bone
Bae boy he wishin that he was back home
Charlie can't go back, when this shit go black
I'm bringin disco back

You're talking that fly shit, get ready for lift off
The rules don't apply bitch, I'm ripping your lips off
Pussy in a dog fight, irony at it's best
It's good you a dumb fuck, see this is a crabs test
Y'all average at best, you got to start someplace
Tell me how the fuck the blood from under your tongue taste
Pursue and let one chase, lock and I scare fakes
Then bust a 180, that's on behalf of my air brakes

Radio for your squad, we're taking over the skies
Clear out the way and land now or say your sober goodbyes
Cross your heart and hope to die, make a wish to the rap lord
It's a wonderful life, maybe you get what you ask for, that's yours
Way they be hittin the fast forward, my slow flow
Bang thoughts hittin the dashboard, a trick of the light
Pick your dog fight Mr. mcfly, call em a chicken
And they're quick to reply, the hands quicker than the...... eye

It's all fly in the friendly skies
I'm ready for whatever's headed my way
Ends change friends change every five days
Identify snake venom enter my space
You're givin em five minutes why wait?
Holdin your moment that's gone
Develop your density need some back bone
Bae boy he wishin that he was back home

Charlie can't go back, when this shit go black
I'm bringin disco back

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Jimmy Stewart by Ces Cru are a reflection of their musical journey and how they make music. The song starts with the artist mentioning that he creates music for a living and every day is a weekend for him. He also mentions that he doesn't shy away from violence and is prepared for it, addressing those who criticize his music. The artist then talks about his "Deevil," who advises him to be patient and wait for the right time to strike. He also mentions that he is a villain still in the cut, who feeds on hate.

The second part of the song talks about the artist's experiences with people and the changes that occur in his life. He mentions that friends change every five days, and he needs to develop a backbone to deal with the snake venom that people display when they enter his space. The artist talks about how he is trying to bring Disco back and mentions that he will not be going back to where he came from. This song talks about the struggles of being an artist and trying to make it in a world that criticizes everything.

Line by Line Meaning

I make music for a living, so every day is the weekend
As a professional musician, every day feels like a weekend.

The blade ain't tucked away until everybody is leaking
Violence will not be avoided until the enemy is defeated.

I've had it up to heaven with father fuckers critiquing
I'm tired of people criticizing and judging my work.

My suggestion is you stuff a cock in it, the Deevil's speaking
The artist tells the critic to be quiet, while referencing the Devil.

Right up under the knife, I'm a villain still in the cut
The artist is in a dangerous situation, but remains as a threatening opponent.

Feeding on hate, I patiently wait and swill up a cup
The singer fuels themselves on the hate directed towards them, savoring it.

Wavy, wondering what in the fuck is the motive for it
The singer is confused as to why things are happening the way they are.

The Deevil said I should kill him, then Godemis said ignore it
The Devil advises violence, but Godemis suggests ignoring the situation.

Emo with it, I'm morbid, my ism is out of orbit
The artist has a dark, melancholic style that couldn't be farther from the norm.

They bite off what they can chew from you, funny how you ain't Norbit
People take advantage of others and their work, despite that person not being insignificant.

Arsenal is assorted with plenty curses and disses
The singer has a variety of insults and curses to use in their arsenal.

Plus we don't discriminate, murking any mister or missus
The artist doesn't discriminate when it comes to taking out their opponents.

Appetite for destruction, cause if the recipe misses
The singer and their crew are destructive, and there is no margin for error.

We feeding on every scrap and don't bother to bus the dishes
The singer and crew take everything they can get, without cleaning up or looking back.

This is what some wishes are made of and it's kind of silly
The things people sometimes hope for are unrealistic and foolish.

They going hammer, can't touch me, but God, I pray they can feel me
The artist's enemies are passionate, but he hopes they can empathize with him.

It's all fly in the friendly skies
The artist is experiencing success and everything seems good.

I'm ready for whatever's headed my way
The singer is prepared for whatever challenges come up.

Ends change friends change every five days
People and circumstances change frequently, such as friends and money.

Identify snake venom enter my space
The artist warns that there are dangerous people around them.

You're givin em five minutes why wait?
The artist urges their enemy to fight, and not wait any longer.

Holdin your moment that's gone
The artist references an opportunity that existed in the past, but is no longer there.

Develop your density need some back bone
The singer encourages others to be strong and resilient.

Bae boy he wishin that he was back home
A young man wishes he could return home, possibly to escape danger.

Charlie can't go back, when this shit go black
Once things get bad, there is no turning back for Charlie and others.

I'm bringin disco back
The singer is introducing a new, retro style for people to emulate.

You're talking that fly shit, get ready for lift off
The singer warns his opponent about their excessive bragging.

The rules don't apply bitch, I'm ripping your lips off
The artist will follow no rules, and will hurt his enemy without mercy.

Pussy in a dog fight, irony at it's best
Weakness in a difficult situation is ironic, but typical.

It's good you a dumb fuck, see this is a crabs test
Being unaware is dangerous, and could be part of a test.

Y'all average at best, you got to start someplace
The singer belittles his opponents, but acknowledges that everyone starts somewhere.

Tell me how the fuck the blood from under your tongue taste
The artist assesses how hurt the enemy is, and their taste for violence.

Pursue and let one chase, lock and I scare fakes
The artist tells his enemies to try to pursue him, but they will be scared once he catches them.

Then bust a 180, that's on behalf of my air brakes
The artist aggressively evades his enemies, and slyly references his musical skill.

Radio for your squad, we're taking over the skies
The singer and his crew want everyone to hear their music and message.

Clear out the way and land now or say your sober goodbyes
People should get out of the way and listen, or leave sober so they remember what was said.

Cross your heart and hope to die, make a wish to the rap lord
The singer challenges his listeners to make a promise and a wish for the rap genre.

Bang thoughts hittin the dashboard, a trick of the light
The singer is experiencing many ideas and inspirations, almost as if they are a figment of his imagination.

Pick your dog fight Mr. mcfly, call em a chicken
The singer challenges his opponents to a fight, possibly referencing the character McFly from Back to the Future.

And they're quick to reply, the hands quicker than the...... eye
The artist's enemies are quick to respond, but he is faster and better than them.

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