Artist: CES Cru f/ JL, Kutty Slitz, Perseph1, Trizz Album: Catastrophic Event Specialists Song: Famished (Remix) * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus track [Intro: Ubiquitous] + (Godemis) K-K-Kato on the track, bitch! (Yeah, yeah!) Ces Cru Militia (uhhh~!) Perseph1 (click clack) JL B.Hood (Kutty Slitz - click clack!) Trizz... (Ces) [Ubiquitous + Perseph1] What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? [Perseph1] The smoke in the lights Snap necks for the checks, poltergeist Whenever the Persephone be holdin the mic Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried +Ego Strip+ you then incite a riot type of hate fight Worth every cent at market price I'ma just get it in, handle bid'ness, inexpensive pocket rice Ah, dive into a pool of sharks That's all for my tribe Bring back a fish alive Fix the filet, steal that boy a Slip 'N Slide Married to the bars like my name is prescription Blowin trees hard for the Ces and Technicians Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance [Ubiquitous] Perseph1, U-B-I.. Ces militia, y'all know the steez I spoke to speak, so folks could eat Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef Fuck can we do about food? No groceries (hah) I figure, Twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers I benefitted, he bitter, bit it like lemon zinger Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin thinner Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chiefin pinners My speech and dinner will give 'em somethin to reconsider Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans Sippin Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle Push your pathetic percentage, danger is imminent Came and it went but I'm same same as it ever is Bitch, take-takin your medicine [Godemis] Ya ain't got a plate with enough weight Bet I'm goin, gotta get another one Anybody hate finna get ate Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum I'm never done and whenever they come for it I'm up up and away servin 'em out of orbit They need to be payin attention but can't afford it We gettin money, we eatin, somebody should camcord it Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes, my team is the meanest I mean it, ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind It's heatin up in the kitchen, we on a mission I'm preppin whatever's needed, livin below the poverty line Yeah we the pick of the litter, them niggaz bitter I'm feelin 'em like the wick if I predictin on whether we blow We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table Them major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow [Chorus: Ubiquitous] Hom-homie gotta get his He give a fuck how I get mine Maybe my name'll make the headline Doin fed time standin on a bread line Now I'm hype and I'm fed up 'Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck Eye sight, red rum They shoulda never not fed us! [Interlude: Ubiquitous] What are we goin to do about food? What are we goin to do about food? They shoulda never not fed us What are we goin to do about food? (Starve, starve) What are we goin to do about food? (Starve, starve) You motherfuckers should've never not fed us! [Kutty Slitz] Joey, OK, lyrical assassin, ay If you ain't never ate up out a trash can man Then you probably wouldn't understand fam ban If you ain't never been around a good man Thinkin for the right price, maybe the can can bland Or maybe the can hams inside of your hand then You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam (man down) And if you thinkin I'm a beacon of the victim to their senses then fuck off clown I gotta get it, yeah I gotta have it Yeah I gotta grab it, hey, but I gotta have it with it But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave with the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a V.I.P. in the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave Killin 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease Look man, I'm comin up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat And I gotta [Trizz] Ay, it's the survival of the fittest Dust off yo' feet when you walk in my kitchen We eatin yo' bitch if we can't get no chicken Rotisserie style on a stick like a piglet Whatever I want niggaz know I'ma get it I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission Even if that involve killin some bitches Repeatedly diggin her out 'til I'm finished Pull up, we hop out, so back up yo' smack Niggaz three deep in the back of the 'llac If there's problems we solve 'em and quick to react to the drama they causin, make niggaz relax Blowin the best while I'm smokin with Ces They know who to call when they go to the West If they beefin I'm beefin so show 'em respect If I'm eatin they eatin so show me a check [JL] Ownin-ownin one up and liftin the weight of a few of them Over the oven drippin the oil into the pan Doin too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand Fuck that, not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real See a rap but I detail, know that he tell every detail Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell I don't hear crap, in a haystack tryna keep track of a needle Blame it on the louder the sound of new growlin stomach Drownin out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance All around and you can count on 'em poppin up like the sun does daily Famished bro resortin to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me Damage yo' +Ego+, +Strip+ it from you like you don't need it Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it They disgruntled, we could confront you no fuckin secret Hunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin heated [Chorus]