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...