Artist: CES Cru Album: Catastrophic Event Specialists Song: The Process (Guillotine) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Ubiquitous] It can't, it won't It ain't gon', yea [Ubiquitous] This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Made in America, cover the grey areas With black and white hysteria over the way we're pairin up They wanna dig a grave for us to lay us in and bury us The mumble rap-athon is on and on, to the break of dawn Rollin up the green, pass it on, Grey Poupon Pour a cup of lean and Autotune it, how you make a song Storin up my chi, sorry if I kept you waitin long Actin like I left, well Ces is back in effect Young rappers lackin respect, they only after a check Call it passive-aggressive fact, you're not a fact or a threat I take a knee and protest, Colin Kaepernick I rep the backpackers to the death, most accurate yet They pinnin the blame on lyricism for our lack of success I blow the spot, light the shade where they sleep I pay to see you find your way inside this maze full of sheep, playin for keeps [Chorus: Ubiquitous] They keep the gamepad locked and roll a Maybach drop Pushin out the stock hits to make the payroll pop The in- the industry turnin out the same old slop But no it can't (can't) it won't (won't) it ain't gon' stop It ain't gon' stop, it ain't, it ain't gon' stop And babe twerkin on the wall bettin they gon' watch OK it might blow up, it may, it may go pop But no it can't (can't) it won't (won't) it ain't gon' stop, yea [Godemis] From my critique of what I'm peepin it's a lame scene They set you up to fail, they on the same team Nobody questions what's your method man, you gangrene Rappers hate on actors but the fact is they the same thing Everything is mainstream, sleepers had our same dreams Pose what you click for the picture and let the chain swing But what would happen if these rappers ever came clean? Kickin it to peasants with the message, "We the same being" I've seen so many who hustled to no avail Intent to get a chain but they playin a show-and-tell I'm losin my religion so Satan can go to hell And if such a place exists I'll be safe if you hold a cell I heard you makin them statements that we some suckers Once and for all let me set this shit straight for you motherfuckers We never made a record and tried to shop it to Trav and Tech We made it off the strength of our talent and havin that respect [Chorus: Ubiquitous] I let the name drop and wonder how we stay so hot My team sittin on a couple things they don't got The in- the industry turnin out the same old slop And no it can't (can't) it won't (won't) it ain't gon' stop It ain't gon' stop, it ain't, it ain't gon' stop The new, the new world order was an age old plot OK it might blow up, it may, it may go pop But yo it can't (can't) it won't (won't) it ain't gon' stop [Ubiquitous] You wanna front, what? Get your tomato squashed They washed up, dried out, they lost they Play-Doh top Go 'head, hit me with everything you pendejos got I got the fuego chop, they wanna wait on 'Pac But Biggie can't save us, and Iggy can't save us I don't suppose I can either so I can't say much These skinny-jean ass rappers can't stand straight up They lookin like my granddaddy with the pants they bust I'm still, saggin I came to soak your fan base up Emancipate your people, fuck your whole campaign up I'm in the ring rollin with both of my hands taped up Shadowboxing until Clear Channel mandates us Their whole plan A sucked, they wanna Band-Aid cuts Tryin to rub us out, fuck a cunt and sandpape-us They landscape as such, what kinda chance do we got? You know it can't (can't) it won't (won't) it ain't gon' stop Yah~!