American Rapper, Songwriter, & Lyricist from Mississippi, Cedric B, has been an established talent in music since early 2016. Influenced by 90’s Rap, the early 2000s, Memphis Trap-Music, & the culture of Hip-Hop and his Mississippi heritage, he’s released several projects including “Batman Tapes” Country Boy Batman", & "TooMad/BeCool." This exclusive playlist showcases some of his best songs throughout his artistic changes (from Binge & Chisa, to the current moniker - Cedric B.) uniquely crafted into a full-circle collection. | now featuring S A L O N S

The Essentials

S.A.M. act i S A L O N S | DELUXE (Extended Clip) offers an exclusive edition to SoundCloud Listeners with alternative versions  and unreleased tracks. With heavy bars, soulful takes on poetic interludes, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the project. Fans will find pleasant vibes in wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole"; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

S A L O N S | DELUXE / Exteneded Clip

The greatest tracks of the Cedric B. era; these songs are the club-friendly, bar-defying moments of the Mississippi MC's career. Classic heavyweights in a collection of prodigial bar-bells; SAM's hitlist.

S.A.M. presents: Cedric B.’s Prison Box Hits

Intro:
I’m a bad mutha__,
It’s cause topping and shit
Look-alive, nonstop nigga, like a scorpion is,
I pull up on a dawg nigga and start moppin his bitch,
Im a battleship, no rattles kid, I’m rockin dis shit

Chorus (X2):
Words like clips, the God got in office again,
Bad bitches who strip, all y’all a problem again
Run trains like Nip, marathon marketin skit
Big money with grip, uh-oh, who y’all targetin bitch

Verse:
Drip hard like Fango, let me pop my tango,
Bitches up on a nigga, like poppy aim low
Baby banjo, gotta a box to brain tho
Givin her mad top with a sloppy swang hoe,
Hot-Grease, every time I speak, they freeze,
I got haters in heat, like talking bout a nigga a squeeze
I don’t see you see, I don’t give a fuck, that’s just me
No nigga need to agree, hoe stroll with my premo piece,
None deze niggas compete, all ready won, I’m king 
I’m a don lil Ming, popping out the bars like beads
I’m elite, you leak, patched up bitches with springs
Ain’t no mattress box nigga, don’t you sleep on my dreams 

Chorus (X2):
Words like clips, the God got in office again,
Bad bitches who strip, all y’all a problem again
Run trains like Nip, marathon marketin skit
Big money with grip, uh-oh, who y’all targetin bitch

words like clips

WOODWORK - the official lead single from COUNTRY BOY BATMAN - album out 09.09.2022

WOODWORK

When you just don’t give a fuck at all with no hostility or feeling - Cedric B. (2023)
(FOR LYRIC EAR-GUSHERS, ANALYZERS, & ENTHUSIASTS)[SoundCloud Editorial Pick]

No Remorse

Bonus Track: No Remorse

SoundCloud Exclusive: Cedric B. takes the mic in effort to make an anthem worthy of Bass Hitters Nation. The undivided splits into three different flows of recognized Melodie’s that have played chorus to anthems & bass knockers across the world, for generations in Hip-Hop & Rap. (2023) (FOR THOSE WHO GET CRUNK) Produced by: DannyBeats

Lyrics 

Verse 1:
Ion give a fuck about a bitch, I'm from da graveyard
Work hard, two jobs, like a slave, uhh,
Can't worry if niggas really opps, gotta get paid
Pay my rent, taking trips, I got it made (got it made)
Up for my family and friends, I can't be shaked, hell nah,
It's giving I gotta rich to get some play (get some play)
I'm a big boss, I gotta flex, I'm not ashamed
Dey kno my name, it’s bass hitters on gang 

Hook:
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Verse 2:
My name big Ced,
I'm decked in red
Gotta bitch out from the south giving me head
I tell her see ya,
Was nice to meet ya
I ain't no eater but that pussy got me thinking
I swear I wanna link it, do business like a meeting
Throw da papers off da table and get greasy,
I’m way to genius,
You can’t believe it,
I only fucked you cause I love you, now  
I’m leaving
———————— 
Fuck the police,
One for da streets (uh)
If you a real niggah, yell it through you teeth,
Bitches get beat,
Don’t fuck wit me,
We tryna party, it’s good vibes, then it’s beef,
Money and cheese,
Pussy and green,
I only fuck wit dem niggahs fuck with me
I’m an O.G,
Hoes on my feed
I got bitches, I know niigahs who OP

PART 2/Verse 3:
Grandma just popped out another baby, and she 88
She don't fuck with niggas that be bitches cause dey love to hate
Grew up in da system wit no mommy, my I gotta say
Golly, gee, out the way, (uh)
I ain’t got time to take
Borderline from Memphis but I’m the SIP, so watch yo back
Baby im a big kid, got that rip-rip, with that rat-tat-tat
Took it back to preschool on you hoes so you could read the raps
Tell me how im hot when to cold, dis shit barely freezing
How dat ice get off me and you but you can barely keep it
Shakin in yo boots, lil puss, you sweating and you barely breathing
C.B. on dat fuck-shit and I swear a G ain’t scared to breathe it
Why you go so hard, (ion know), lil hoe I had to eat it
Just cause niggas lazy with they raps don’t mean I gotta be,
I’m 25, it’s 2023, lil bitch I came kill,
I feel like Bill, I feel Uma Thurman with  dat Hanzo shit
Fuck a bitch, turn up on dese hoes, pull out glocky-switch,
Shoot a bitch, blow a niggah head off wit dat 36
Bass hitters anthems, ghetto boys, we got them stories bitch,
Ghetto shit, ghetto logic skits, politic culture hit.

Bass Hitters Anthem’s/Ghetto Boy Stories

SoundCloud Exclusive: Cedric B. covers Drake & 21 Savage’s nostalgic “On BS” from their 2022 joint project “Her Loss”. 

In its own mind, a continuation of the song, the vibe. - Cedric B. (2023). There are small tone changes to mesh with the MCs voice. (2023) (FOR THOSE WHO PLAY AROUND WITH SOUNDS) On B.S. Two

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I had to, cut some niggas off, dey didn’t mean me no good
My name, Cedric B, so you know im from da woods
Misunderstood, why dey play, kno dey shouldn’t,
I got da slice on me, murderin dese looks,
Make ‘em shook, it’s dat milkshake baby-bitches in my books
Diamond chains, baby bricks up in my hood
I kno da game so you know I got the goods,-
I’m so O.P, like I.P., man I’m da jugg 
Don’t you, fuck with me baby, everything about me great,
I mean, I’m number two but I’m da one dese bitches hate
Morphine, bitches like medicine, you know I gotta take,
Codeine, put me sleep but I woke in da same day

On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit

Verse 2:
Wait, 
I gotta show em how to eat,
Country boy niggah, won’t let pussy niggah speak,
“Do you know it’s Christmas?”, hoe, u know I gotta be,
Somewhere da next day, hustle fuckin up da meet 
I’m to official, worried bout me, ain’t worried bout niggahs,
Money, pussy, power is the reason that I’m living,
Giving, gifts to dese hoes like it’s Christmas-And I’m Santa, da daddy, and my baby mama Lanta,
Anotha bottle, hit da blunt, and blo da smoke,
Radio-silence, 51, I gotta roll
Tobacco in it, make a niggah hit da bowl,
Cough to choke, like that sentence on T.L.,
Merry Christmas, been one hell of a year, 
Brand new, 23, I’m bout to kill
I’m like Lion, and the jungle is my den
It’s jungle city and roaring like da pen

On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit 
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit
On dat bullshit

OnBStwo

Lyrics

OPENING:
Lay it down G
Anotha round P
Bring in da sound, 

VERSE 1:
Don’t do no witchy shit, I wish dese hoes was listening,
Niggas on my block 007 wit dat glizzy quick,
Bruh pass me da bottle-lost a homie from dat blicky shit,
Cuttin off yo spirit, gotta watch out when in the mix
Gang offense, Country boy in Memphis, ain’t no pimper, but I’m from da sip,
Do my dirt in ditches, we do trenches, aint no showing it
Feelin like I’m mojo, tryna take over-controlin
Feelin like Kehlani, kno da roll is never slowin
I done seem some shit, these otha niggas can’t compete with,
I swear I’m for my people but at the same time we got demons
Close minded oppression, it’s the color of our skin,
They way we play emotions like the spirits don’t exist
I just fucked me a bitch, and she didn’t care about no kids
I gotta get the bread, the money what I get
Betta den most niggas but humble to a 10
Im up wit all my bitches and my niggas and my kin

CHORUS (X2):
Bible to my rap, the world killing, I’m like Jesus
They say we need a teacher, but lords whoever preach her,
If you want respect, you gotta give it when it’s needed
You want to be da king, well nigga show em how you eatin


VERSE 2:
Bread up on dese niggas, it’s more water in my kitchen,
Feelin like a KND, you know im on a mission 
Don’t fuck with OPs cause I’m to OP did I mention
That coco-ana on me like da flow up on extension 
Wait, everybody hush, dey tryna witness me,
Country boy bat, blood cut with the ability
Hate whoever hates to see me up, do it skillfully
They hate dey can’t relate, so I just pray they see da real in me
Just let me breathe (just let me breathe)
I see these niggas is jealous of how I eat (how I eat)
I broke bread to feed family and my keep (dats how. I keep)
Don’t do it, nothing, it’s the devil tryna reach 

CHORUS (X2):
Bible to my rap, the world killing, I’m like Jesus
They say we need a teacher, but lords whoever preach her,
If you want respect, you gotta give it when it’s needed
You want to be da king, well nigga show em how you eatin

How I Eat

Please Welcome Cedric B. as Mr. Creeper’s: Belly (a glimpse in independent acts second studio project, coming September 2023.)

Lyrics 

Verse 1:
Cause I’m a creeper, -these bitches know it’s scary, Dafney lookin like it’s jeepers,
Posted bail in two days, I ain’t tell no one my secret, momma know I got demons, my grandma my mamas keeper,
My sister and my nephew keep  me up, watch how I’m breathing,
Patna just got caught up in some shit, I swear he died
My fathas and me don’t talk but I love em with my life
I love to fuck my women but I keep my shit in private,
I’m only up with niggas if it someone that I vibe wit
Don’t question me lil niggahs, I broke bread wit God to be here
Didn’t sacrifice my life, but I shed blood and saw it speak clear,
And now that I’m anointed with gifts, didn’t know I had
I gotta get my bag up, give my family my bag
Don’t worry bout no prices, I don’t need to see the tag
I swear I’m over fucking for one night, I’m tryna smash
We all about the business then we turn up and we laugh 
Demeanor of a real niggah knowing how to act (could it be?)

Chorus 
Could it be? Or is it muthafuckin me?
Bow at my feet, I turn to god for my relief 
She say she love me but she know she not for me (she not for me)
Don’t need nobody if it ain’t love that I need (cause I’m a creeper)

Verse 2:
Politic-stuck, gotta wash it off window 
Sage for my spirit,  keep that witch on me like mintos
Bill it to SZA, I’m killin like I’m Kim Hoe,
Jeffrey & Dennis, I’m darker than my skin tone
Loan me a jacket, it’s colder than they think it is
Niggas reacting to the system that we living in
Victims of practice, abuse, lying, and-distancing
Knowledge is lackin, believing what we think is real
Focus is shattered, no lens to hide yo nakedness
Count up yo blessings, you bet not call the revered
Thief’s in his image, you better giving to yo spirit,
Pray with conviction, don’t creep when you still got yo witness
One more thing, I gotta tell my family love you,
Cause I ain’t too far from the end, so it’s like I been cut too
Gotta be cautious when you dealing and you in the mud
Haters and crazies  tryna take you and get it in blood 

Chorus 
Could it be? Or is it muthafuckin me?
Bow at my feet, I turn to god for my relief 
She say she love me but she know she not for me (she not for me)
Don’t need nobody if it ain’t love that I need (cause I’m a creeper)

JEEPERS CREEPERS

A hidden gem in Cedric B.’s mixtape days as “Chisa” - a beast ￼mode of lyricism and wordplay (Originally Recorded 2017)

Motives In The Verses

Verses to maxes, these motives to madness 
To kill a chisa, you bitches need magic
Let me get back to things just matter
I’m talkin heavens and repin my standards

Smoke Christmas tree, bitches call me Santa
Gift-Giving dick like my dick is the answer
Called up my donner to dash on my pranced
Swift with my whip plus I’m swift I’m the tandom
Bitch I’m a ghost you can call me the phantom
I’m in the heat of the night with this banter
Chisa is coming so raise up his banner 
Scream out his name, you hear pain is his anthem
Call me when you need someone Bernie Sanders
I could be everything over your mantle 
Call me the drug that’s in love with the cancer 
Call me the light of the night in the candle 

Donald and blitzin, I came with my shit 10
Served up a cup and paper with no pen 
Got in to spitting and slapping my shit in
Probably gone get me a hit if they listen
Tell em my body is perfect, it glisten
Anthing else I should say, I’m a mention
Told you lil bitches can take in the inches
Told you these inches ain’t nothing but thick skin 

Momma she taught me don’t bust with my nut
Boy when you fuck, you better rubber up
Tryna be safe and prevent runner-ups
I don’t need heirs to a throne that’s untouched
I say it, they say it, you know it’s luck
I say it, they say it, cloning my stuff
Guess when your king, that’s how they show you love 
Guess I’m in love with the love that they love 

Said I was nothing, I say you ain’t much
Say I ain’t shit, then I’m shooting you up
Shot up the park cause the block wasn’t enough
They say that Chisa be doing to much

Let’s put that pride to side and just ride
Deep in the ocean I know we can dive
Land on the moon we take off when we high 
Galaxy burnin this spaceship is fire

Asking me when will this nigga retire 
Do you like when all the girls call you sire 
Do you wear shoes when you run an empire
Catch us onset, when we offset, we tired
Smokin on cookies we lit up isles
Juiced up on jamba we lit up for miles
Stackin this cash and we packs it in piles 
We get so much, bitch we pack out the house

Bitch call me micky, I’m calling her mouse
Husband walk in, we keep fuckin, we proud
Everyday, when we be fuckin, she loud
Everyday, everyday, we fuckin out

Since I got noticed, these bitches they want me
Laugh, this shit funny, I peeped it, they frontin
Yes, either way I would say that comfy
Love how they love, when we fuck, I’m just hungry 
You know I’m energy, calling me monster 
Busting my nuts in the wrapper that’s on me
Told you my momma was hella presumptuous
Just being careful, don’t want nothing from me

Call me Columbus, discovered I’m cony
Always got people around me, ain’t lonely
When I come home, theirs a guard whose my homie
When I come home, theirs are meal waitin on me
Thankful for mommie, she taught so much,
I can spot fake from the real thanks to her
Always a boss, the way I was brought up,
Father a boss, so I caught what he was
Everyone-else In my family the plug,
Brothers and sisters be showin me love
Cousins and others, dont love me as much
Still God I love em, cause christian is such

Lay down with dogs, so I’m known as a mutt
Sharp, I’m a blade, so you know that’s a plus
I’m getting laid, yes you know that’s a must
I’m gettin paid, oh you know that’s crust 

I’m bought my bread, yes I love to be fed
No I don’t beg, all that weak shit is dead
I go for mines, put in work, that’s a check
Sign it to Chisa cause binge is now dead 

Father in heaven, I told you I’m ready
Ready to take on the this world like the bellas 
Rapping, ripping, spitting, shit acapella
Solo I’m selling, the gang call me belly
Motives in the verses, I’m getting better
Yeah,... May-be i should write a letter
Yeah,... may-be I should un-address it
Mhm, hoping it make it to heaven

— WOULD NOT LET ME PUT THE REST. TO SUM IT UP, shit was wild/I was on another level

Bonus Track: Motives In The Verses

Great Gatsby

Introducing the Country Boy Bat’s very own SALONS (2024)

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

D4L intro

Lyrics: 

Tell these niggas I'm bad a kid, straight up savage,
If they asking, I'm packing, carry caskets,
Double barrel the magnum is knocking back bitch, massive hits on my tracklist, I'm a trap hit

Told a hoe I came to body, this is not a facade
Hampton from Bellion, dream house by da pond
First album to drop,  bitches I done ran me a block,
Sent me a mark, point blank period, star

I'm on TV now, now these hoes tryna be me
Swear deze rap hoes weak, could-neva spit like me,
Big Bundy, killin off a rap nigga feat, peep my bars so elite, got the world to my feet

No Domo, cuttin classy, black fonos,
Double back huncho, king raps in combos
Calancho, nightmare O.V.O Toronto 
Muthafuckin onneo, I lead da team like Diamo,

Keep a pick in my gun, case they want some
Scared niggas need to run, take yo bitch son
Plus one, I'm the muthafuckin plus son
Up one's, only dashin when I cut crumbs
Triple casket, I just bodied like a threesome
Eat some, I be eating like I need lunch
Breaking with the skill, flow so unique
Now all these niggas tryna copy and compete

Plastic, fake bitches from the city actin,
Looking back shit, never knew bitch to basket
Bask in, in the glory like the fuckin last win
Last win, when'd you last sis?,
Ass classeless

I'm in first place, Memphis to upstate
Boardin, back-boardin on the da chart, waves
Money into grade, diamonds from chump change,
Switchin frames -on a niggas, like Mary and Miss Jane,

Slipping clip gang,
On bitches this clip rains,
Bad Fendi Trixie, up reppin my clip name
Wanna talk to me, you need money and clip stains
Tryna give me brain ya tongue gotta be wang

So insane, drip so hard might be paint,
fathering you hoes, no taxes just quick fame,
Run up the score, and tally the hits mane,
Cant compare a rap nigga to this hip-hop gang, -

Walker Texas I'm da ranger, bitch I'm powering up,
Mighty morphing on the subs like DaBaby  and Suge
No escorts on the court, bitches titties and mugs
How a plain nigga thug, betta ask where I'm from,

No I won't  be brazita 
See me ya mamasita
If you got a couple dollas I might holla sita
Couple plaques on you walls, keep the bottle leaking
Fucking all night long that's a hour feature

The Art Of Rap

Boi-Robin/YTS

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

Lyrics:

Chorus:
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man

Verse 1:
Baby i care,
Even when its like im not there,
Like i ain't even aware,
But i swear, 
Your the apple of my eye, cause i stare,
Im not going nowhere
Ima be right here, till the end of time 
Fuck it, get work, sell it, i bent due
Money over pussy, buts its niggas that the issue
Been through, what i been through, so much shit, gotta be mental
Did that, and put that shit back, up out my dental
Clean teeth, big-bag walk, i feel i been speed,-don't give a fuck about a reaction, tell em i didnt need,
Fucked up, they wantin to blast me, my jesus been keeped
Suck up, the dick like an athlete, i see you spit seeds
I need a ___ who's gonna get me,
Real G, soldier on Earth, i need a real queen
A mother who gone love me for me, i dont feel empty,
A father who gone handle my keep, i got two with me,
A bitch that wanna fuck while im sleep, keepin me breathin,
Need a nigga who gone fuck up the scene, Ike and you Tina,
I aint worrried bout attention or shit, already leavin (cause)

Chorus (X2):
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man

Verse 2:
Ion see the reason you hurt, tell me da reason
Through mud, and we done been throgh the dirt, fought off the demons
Tell me why i gotta pain in my stomach, after you leaving,
Like i really wasnt dumb for just watching while you were cheating, Check!
Its a crack in my heart,
You a ex now, and I'm mad cause you played up the part, thought you was coming for new love, but you was coming for war
I didnt get no headstart,
But dats life, unto the next one... and it would take

Chorus (X2):
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man

It Would Take A Man

It Would Take A Man (Techno-Mix)

Lyrics:

Chorus:
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man

Verse 1:
Baby i care,
Even when its like im not there,
Like i ain't even aware,
But i swear, 
Your the apple of my eye, cause i stare,
Im not going nowhere
Ima be right here, till the end of time 
Fuck it, get work, sell it, i bent due
Money over pussy, buts its niggas that the issue
Been through, what i been through, so much shit, gotta be mental
Did that, and put that shit back, up out my dental
Clean teeth, big-bag walk, i feel i been speed,-don't give a fuck about a reaction, tell em i didnt need,
Fucked up, they wantin to blast me, my jesus been keeped
Suck up, the dick like an athlete, i see you spit seeds
I need a ___ who's gonna get me,
Real G, soldier on Earth, i need a real queen
A mother who gone love me for me, i dont feel empty,
A father who gone handle my keep, i got two with me,
A bitch that wanna fuck while im sleep, keepin me breathin,
Need a nigga who gone fuck up the scene, Ike and you Tina,
I aint worrried bout attention or shit, already leavin (cause)

Chorus (X2):
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man

Verse 2:
Ion see the reason you hurt, tell me da reason
Through mud, and we done been throgh the dirt, fought off the demons
Tell me why i gotta pain in my stomach, after you leaving,
Like i really wasnt dumb for just watching while you were cheating, Check!
Its a crack in my heart,
You a ex now, and I'm mad cause you played up the part, thought you was coming for new love, but you was coming for war
I didnt get no headstart,
But dats life, unto the next one... and it would take

Chorus (X2):
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man
It would take a man

It Would Take A Man (Techno-Mix)

A freshly scrubbed freestyle with light ad-libs. Experimental Bars.

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

Lyrics:
Big steppers, I feel Kendrick in dis bitch 
They wanna slow me down but I’m to hype for all dis shit,
Apply pressure, show dese niggas how you fit,
Pop-shit, got the world riding my dick
I’m a different bitch, syndicated, money is my situation
I’m a toxic muthafucka when I say I love to hate ya
Dats dat P power on Enzo, praying no complications
It really be niggas dat be bitchin -be da ones complaining 
I do too much damage, ain’t nobody up like how I be
How I eat, I don’t do no shopping but got groceries,
HOE need an account to break bread, who tryna eat with me,
I’m all about pulling up fo family, if you pushing P (rrrauh)
Don’t no doggin, but I’m muggin, big game on my feet
Patted down duffies, like it’s nothing, I gotta get green,
Money and power like da pussy wit some dick between 
Feelin like Ricky, I’m to slick, rubber & water grease
Add another level to da scale, and get ya weight up
It’s another dolla everyday, tryna break us
Wanna beat us down and free us from freedom’s labor,
Slavery, I swear dey tryna take out freedoms papers
But dey not, it’s givin Big Latto and Freddie, pop-out
Put it on da floor, hoe-pick it up, tell me who hot now,
Blame it on baby cause a nigga finna drop out
Pump the breaks, I’m finna pull up at the spot now
Dey Ain't like me, don't wanna fuck wit me, but at the same time, be like
I swear dese uh-gah-leez is just jealous because I'm striking,
Hotter dan a heater dats Trina, bitches I'm pipping, money vested like Nike, social media quiet,

808’s King

Lead Single from SALONS out February 14th 2024

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

Waterslide/KOTS

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

Punchlines (Bonus Track)

Poppy Don’t Swing

MERICA

Gen Z J. Cole

Poppin Like Yay

Oldies Rap (Interlude)

Promised Land/Been Alright

A SoundCloud Exclusive (Cedric B. Essentials)

WITH THE SHITS

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Cedric B. [The Essentials] Playlist Exclusive

DOOMSHOP/Pop-Out!

S A L O N S | DELUXE / Lyrics:

Verse 1:
think u ready for my top, ion think u is
bitches playin on my lot, like some Jefferson kids
said a nigga gone fall off, i'm still doin it big
pushin pen like a pregnant bitch pushin out twins
Make em sweat, make em water, all my bitches wit it
All you niggas is my daughters, way too pussy forreal
Hoe I ain't eva been caught up, it ain't no catchin a fish
BItches like Dora, where’s the map, cause I'm swippin da kit
I got a million up and pending, dats tha cost of da fit
I’m capping, niggas im to average, but I stay with the drip
Cadence consistent, I be hitting every bar that I spit,
These niggas lame, and these bitches really bitches for real 
Talk yo shit, where da fabreeze go,
It’s the stintch, got em sick, make em sneeze hoe
Feelin like Nicki, I’m a sleeze, ruby rings gold
Foot on a neck, MTS, hiss, a snake on parole

Chorus:
Now pay attention, ain’t no chorus, cause I’m talking my shit,
I know it’s hitting, you can play dis in da car or da strip
No competition, who competing, I can’t think who equipped 
Like an extension, I’m a killer, got this rap on my hip,-

Verse 2:
Dog niggas, eatin bitches up like Pac-Man, Kuchi, 
Munchin like spice, call me da captain,
How ya do me, hate-violatin cause I’m a Blackman, Like I’m Lucious, a lion dat body niggas like Jack Chan, -
Standing up on business like a bully, I’m a rockstar 
Party like a verse that Nicki spit off of RuPaul
Niggas, I’m dat nigga, stepping on em like a Q-dog,
Deadlier than 90, im who errybody hates on
Bar for bar I’m coming, ain’t no pussy nigga testing me,
Two-tone on my stomach, hid da guns behind my LLC
Watch out for my burners, dats a tommy tucked in my dick for keeps
Chum niggas be wantin, kill me off just for my recipes
Hoe niggas relaxin, on dey backs, I guess I said too much
Inboxing me, hungry, like lil buddy must wanna be touched
Fuck that shit you talkin, I’m on coin, bitch I ain’t never scared
Kill em dead, who shot ya, they shot me up in my leg like Meg
Hit em up, goonie ass lil nigga, I’m on my 2Pac shit
Fo-Fo sittin pretty like I’m Ricky, touchable like I’m Remble
Watch it, I get anxious, make me nervous, lil hoe you never did
AE, KA Belly, big-boy skinny, MC talk yo shit

 
Chorus:
Now pay attention, ain’t no chorus, cause I’m talking my shit,
I know it’s hitting, you can play dis in da car or da strip
No competition, who competing, I can’t think who equipped 
Like an extension, I’m a killer, got this rap on my hip,-

Talk Shh/DEADLY (Belly)

Studio Edit | The Cedric B.'s official dolby atmost studio mix (Version) of his hot new track Talk Shh/DEADLY (Belly) - part of the Talk Shh/DEADLY single

Talk Shh/DEADLY (Belly) Dolby Atmos 3D

JUST A SINGLE JUST TO HAVE FUN WITH. A PRELUDE TO SOMETHING AMAZING COMING.

PD’ng

S.A.M. act iii MORGUE DESCRIPTION | Single

LYRICS:

Verse 1:
Slidin on dese niggas like a muthafuckin boat load
Big dawg in the city, like I’m Missy, pest it’s no control
Realest nigga living, still inventing with this rap-shit flow
Flodgin ass niggas ain’t no touching me, I’m too ten toes 
Pull up in an escargo, feeling like I’m  D-Low,
Pussy niggas don’t know da lingo, askin me now what’s the cheat codes
You’n  get it, way too pimpin for you pussy ass lil niggas
I been dropping shit I was 6th grade out of cheapo

Choppo in my booty pocket rockin like Pachino
Like a gangster, I been way to wanster tryna keep the peace tho
Fuck my momma, nah hoe fuck yo crew, you youngest baby too
I been PG like I’m Nemo, time turn up shit like Chemo
Shit get dangerous, I’m in my baggest, poppin triple tags,
Said it fast, you couldn’t catch the rap, but really do you rap
Tryna tell me how to cop a field, and show me how to spazz,
Fuck you bitch, yo hoe can suck this dick, matterfact she has,
Shit get greasy, swear it’s way too easy, ain’t no MC beatin me 
Too collegiate, athletic rapper eating, a beast up on these beats
Call up B.B, tell em C.B., seaping, blood cause I got meat,
Country demon, time, I’m undefeated, Batman with the wings 
Ah-ah-Ah-ah-Ah-I’m so grotesque,
I got a bullet in my ankle from when they shot at me ain’t left
Hoes down, pimps up, pulling both, im too direct
Big boss, skinny nigga, Iet me pop it off my chest
Hoes confusing me for simple but I’m way to complex
Like Easy-E, when it comes to down to this rapping shit, im best
It’s no contest, competition lacking, can I be frank 
Most of the game is really pussy, got the mic tached to my name (uh)

Chorus (X2):
Fuck my baby mom, I’m so grotesque
If I’m so grotesque, then tell me why these bitches on my neck
Niggas on my dick, tryna see just how I wash the rinse
How I’m eating big, how I’m really winning with no wins

Demon-talkin, waxin on it like Miyagi,
With the sausage, on my dick, these niggas really some impostas
Eat the noodle up, bitches wanna eat meat like it’s pasta,
Where yo shooters bruh, thinkin bout my sex, hoe that’s yo problem
On shakur, on my nigga pop, overclock da watch,
Kodak Black, feelin like a gremlin, too much heat, I’m hot
No Bashur, hoe apply da pressure, pushing P for dot,
K on da scene, apologize me like J. Cole, it’s not alot 
I’m just kidding, I’m on my bullshit really, playin with my right
Like a fixture, hang a nigga in the middle just like a light 
They ain’t ready, talking bout me like im nasty, hoe let’s fight 
Get in with me, with the biggest boss, the biggest P on site

Fuck my baby mom, I’m so grotesque
If I’m so grotesque, then tell me why these bitches on my neck
Niggas on my dick, tryna see just how I wash the rinse
How I’m eating big, how I’m really winning with no wins

Fuck My Baby Mom/GROTESQUE

What started out as "Ugly Blossom" transcended into "UGLY BLOSSOM" through months of editing and perfection. After carefully plotting a thorough investigation of "rap", "lyrical ability" and "club-hit's", Chisa delivers powerful syllogism into a jam-packed, ear-gushing experience fit for every type of listener (inspired by greats like A$AP Rocky, Drake, Logic, Kendrick Lamar) blossoming into a true beautifully ugly sound.

Ugly Blossom

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S.A.M. act i S A L O N S #np | An American Rapper based out of Tennessee whose gained visible notoriety for his deep abdication on wordplay; his musical renditions of rap infused Hip-Hop, Pop, Gospel, R&B, & Blues places the Mississippi MC in an artistical class of his own different from most traditional label & independent artists. Much of the rappers discography highlights self-identification, black culture, non-traditional aesthetic Hip-Hop, world & social economics, & the importance of being yourself, being honest, and having fun.

Monikers: Country Boy Bat | Belly | SAM

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