Artist: CES Cru f/ Mac Lethal Album: Catastrophic Event Specialists Song: The Routine * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * Strange Music pre-order bonus track [Intro: Godemis] Yeah, yeah (yeah) Six times, for your fatherfuckin Yeah (ugh!) [Godemis] Everybody doin this shit, everybody doin this style Claimin they comin to serve us but they can't even take what they dish out So I'm dissin dummies 'til I dismount, murderin 'em with the routine Both eyes brake light red, hot head full of blue dream Flip scripts to a new scene, crown fit for a true king Co-signs don't mean shit but your friends change like a mood ring Make deals with a firm shake, now the hand 'round me true clean And if y'all don't be dealin with contracts, I don't know what the fuck y'all mean I been at it for a minute meanin I'm releasin and leavin nobody breathin Killer City can ache when the Ces is leavin, anybody relatin then let's get even Strangely I'm an oddball and I'm on call 'til I'm on y'all Kill pins but I won't draw, it's Godemis with the bone saw [Ubiquitous] Aiyyo Godemis roll another cone of that dank piff, rank shift based on my statement Catastrophic when I came in, same same spillin militainment (ooh!) While you were usin pillow cases, I been grindin fillin blank discs If you ain't willin to take risks in this business then you really ain't shit See I'm feelin real exhilaration, buildin ill affiliation Sasquatch to these half-flocks, Killer City in my playpen Foreground to they backdrop, they can chop but they don't make sense Way they talkin made a language with dopplegangers claimin copyin gang twists Fuck a half-broke, never claim rich, black smoke in my brain stem Back-strokin this tank with these rap mackerel but they cain't swim See these rap shows are my main bitch, back home in my state lit Stack though what I may grip cause that plateau where I cain't sit (woo!) [Chorus] Then whoever's been soundin like Cinderella on some bippity-boppity-boo Ain't nobody different, now they all just copy on some bippity-boppity-boo So we dab and dippin and we poppin, droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boo Bippity-boppity-boo, bippity-boppity-boo, hey! [Mac Lethal] Bippity-boppity-bo, hippity-hoppity-ho, miggity-miggity-Mac is just kickin the venomous rappin, I'm packin a Mac in the back of the Ac' And I don't wanna hear all this rappity-rap, I would rather just listen to "Yakety Sax" Like yackity-yack, your bitches don't talk back cause I'm packin a Magnum-44 all black Everybody doin this shit, when they kickin flows I just laugh at ya Rappers now are just robots dressed in women's clothes like "Ex Machina" And throwin money, throwin throwin money sayin ain't nobody out there cool as I You got a golden watch, you got platinum teeth, but can't afford to buy ya kids fuckin school supplies? Yeah, Ces Cru that's my posse, that's my crew gang, that's my blood cousins Since the '90s when we was Mobb Deep'in and Wu-Tang'in and What-What'in I didn't give a fuck about your little septum ring and your fur coats or your fuck buttons I don't care about rappers usin Autotune, how 'bout you make me a list of who the fuck doesn't? That's me, just Mac, light two cones, more for us With the light blue smoke, pour it, stir it, and I might spew flows for purpose That's you, just wack, you all high fructose corn syrup Just diabetes, just junk food - you're gonna die eventually, fuck you! [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Outro] Bippity-boppity-boo, bippity-boppity-boo Bippity-boppity-boo, bippity-boppity-boo So they sell it, they soundin like Cinderalla, yellin "Bippity-boppity-boo" Now we dabbin and dippin then poppin, droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boo Hey!