Mac Lethal, Ces Cru - The Routine lyrics

(yeah) six times for your fatherfuckin'
Yeah!

Everybody doin' this shit
Everybody doin' this style
Claimin' they coming to serve us
But they can't even take what they dish out
So I'm dissin' dummies 'till 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
Cosigns 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
Dealing with contracts
I don't know what the fuck y'all mean
I been at it for a minute meaning


I'm releasing and leaving nobody breathing
Killer City can ache when the Ces is leaving
Anybody relating? Then let's get even
Strangely I'm an oddball and I'm on
Call 'till I'm on y'all
Kill pins but I won't draw
It's Godemis with the bone saw

(Ayo Godemis)
You gotta roll another cone of that dank piff
Rank shift based on my statement
Catastrophic when I came in
Same same spillin' entertainment
While you were using pillow
Cases, I been grindin', filling blank discs
If you ain't willing to take
Risks in this business
Then you really ain't shit
See I'm feelin' real exhilaration
Buildin' ill affiliations
Sasquatch to these half-flocks
Killer City in my playpen
Foreground to their backdrop
They can chop but they don't make sense
Way they' talkin' made a
Language with dopplegangers
Claimin' coppyin' gang twists
Fuck a half-broke, never claim rich
Black smoke in my brain stem
Backstrokin' this cake with
These rap mackerel, but they can't swim
See these rap shows are my main bitch
Back home in my state, lit
Stack though, and I may grip
Cause that plateau where I can't sit

Then whoever's been soundin'
Like Cinderella's
On some bippity-boppity boop
Ain't nobody different
Now they all gon' copy
On some bippity-boppity boop
So we dab and dippin' and
We pop and drop it
Got that bippity-boppity boop
Bippity-boppity boop, bippity-boppity boop

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 act
And I don't wanna hear all this rappity rap
I would rather just listen to yackity-sacks
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 cold as I
You got a golden watch, you
Got platinum teeth but
"I can't afford to buy
Kids fucking school supplies"
Ces Cru, that's my posse
That's my crew gang
That's my blood cousins
Since the 90's when we was Mob Deepin'
And Wu Tangin' and What Whatin'
I didn't give a fuck about your little
Septum ring, and your fur coats
And your fuck buttons
I don't care about rappers using 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 whack
You all high fructose corn syrup
Just diabetes, just junk food
You're gonna die eventually, fuck you!

Then whoever's been soundin'
Like Cinderella's
On some bippity-boppity boop
Ain't nobody different
Now they all gon' copy
On some bippity-boppity boop
So we dab and dippin' and
We pop and drop it
Got that bippity-boppity boop
Bippity-boppity boop, bippity-boppity boop
Bippity-boppity boop, bippity-boppity boop
Bippity-boppity boop, bippity-boppity boop
So they sell it, they
Soundin' like Cinderalla
Yellin' "Bippity-boppity boop"
Now we dabbin' and dippin'
Then poppin', droppin
Got that bippity-boppity boop