Artist: CES Cru f/ Rittz
Album:  Catastrophic Event Specialists
Song:   Rubble
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"K-K-Kato on the track, bi-"}

[Godemis]
Whatever happened to the MC?
Times done changed for the MC
And if he rap I know he gotta be buzzed
If you don't know somebody who rap, you know somebody who does
It's probably one of your cousins or, dude up the block
Dropped a couple of albums or, moved up a notch
Swallow it up or I don't slack on writin
Commence to eatin motherfuckers like "Attack on Titan"
It's real - I see you headed for your doom, Interscope and
These nescient niggaz searchin for the moon in the ocean
My third eye's open, inner vision in 3D
It's Killer City, Missouri murderin 'em on GP
So fuck 'em all with a condom and I'm a nympho
This ain't no conversation, no common knowledge, no info
I'm goin in and it don't, matter who get offended
This shit is premeditated so if I said it I meant it
Sha'mon

[Interlude: all talking]

[Ubiquitous]
Yah, I dropped in just to say what up
Hip-Hop chuckled to itself then created us
Laugh now but y'all dogs better rabie up
Cause on the real ball hogs never made us much
My group precipitates skills, shade by the deal
Fools forget to play, still chasin dollar bills
I'm feelin great, fail if you cruisin, it's a race
You hit the brakes, bail if you knew what it would take
To make sales, I run up on the state sales
My face pale, made a come-up on some hate mail
It's all subtle boy, I hope you enjoy the rebuttal
Where with the trouble I just shrug when I point to the rubble
My coins stack, prepare the appointed task
They avoided the facts, I'm disappointed but back buoyant
I let 'em know that that soylent is rap poison
Comma for sellin Belladonna, I'll tell 'em I'ma, yo

[Interlude: all talking]

[Rittz]
Yeah, bring it right back, it's morning, I'ma need a night cap
MC's be buggin me, I need a fly trap
I'm fly as fuck, I look at you I see a piece of white trash
That got you heated? My bad
If I can beat him scrappin I'ma stab him, leave a wide gash
They leak and he gon' need a dry rag, an ice pack, an eye patch
A life raft - I drown him in a pool of blood
I'm truly underground, I write my rhymes inside a mine shaft
Frame by frame I stutter the game, it's like I seen a time lapse
And every lake is just as bad, I can't look past the traffic jam
Test the rappers, they don't ever pass the class exam
Blazin like I lit a match and had a can of gas in hand
You make me mad on stage, I'll backhand a bitch like Afroman
Snap a wrench in half and discipline you like a kid
And they just talk but they some bitches need some titties and an ass implant
Cold-blooded like I'm trapped beneath an avalanche
Keep braggin 'bout your record deal I'll jack you for your cash advance
Bitch~!

[Interlude: DJ scratches]
"If I said it I meant it"
("I let 'em know, let 'em know")
{"I'm fly as fuck"}
"I see you headed for your doom"
{"Backhand a bitch like Afroman"}
("My, my, my coin, my coin, my coins stack")
"Whatever happened to the MC?"
("My-my-my crew precipitates skills, skills")
"Whatever happened to the MC?"
{"Keep braggin 'bout your record deal I'll jack you for your cash advance, bitch~!"}

[Outro: Rittz]
You can't be the best MC if somebody else is writin your raps...