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letra de rubble - ces cru

[intro:]
k-k-kato on the track, b-tch

[verse 1: 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 prob’ly 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 writing
commence to eating motherf-ckers like attack on t-tan is real
i see you headed for your doom, interscope and
these lesser n-ggas searching for the moon in the ocean
my third eye’s open, inner vision in 3d
it’s k!ller city, missouri murdering ’em on gp
so f-ck ’em all with a condom and i’m a nympho
this ain’t no conversation, no common knowledge, no info
i’m going in and it don’t
matter who get offended, this sh-t is premeditated
so if i said it, i meant it

[interlude]
… you’ve been hidin’ it
it’s like, bro nah, if you read the credits of the f-ckin’ album
it’s all right there, yeah
it’s in fact not hidin’ at all
so there’s another whole thing too
[?] guy [?] say i’m not puttin’ any credits [?]
that’s what i thought too
does he want that credit? what’s that conversation like
[?] that’s [?]
dude, what [?] your conversation

[verse 2: ubiquitous]
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 a real, ball hogs never made us much
my group precipitates sk!ll, shade by the deal
fools forget to play still chasing dollar bills
i’m feeling great fail if you cruising 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 reb-ttal
where with the trouble i just shrug when i point to the rubble
my coin stack, prepare the appointed task
they avoided the facts, i’m disappointed but back buoyant
i let him know that that soylent is rap poison
comma for selling belladonna i’m tellin’ mama

[interlude]
is he like writin’ his raps or is he, like, writin’ his choruses or like… you know what i mean? because you know that a lot of these rappers get choruses from other locations
whatever they comin’ up with… i mean they writin’ the choruses is a different story
ok
you talkin’ about the bars
yeah, writin’ the bars and then people say “d-mn, dude got bars” but these are not really your bars
it’s not your bars
it’s not your bars, get the bars back

[verse 3: rittz]
bring it right back
this morning i’ma need a night cap
mcs be bugging me i need a fly trap
i’m fly as f-ck, i look at you and see a piece of white trash
that got you heated, my bad
if i can beat him scr-pping, 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 p-ss the cl-ss exam
blazing like i lit a match and had a can of gas in hand
you make me mad on stage, i’ll backhand a b-tch like afroman
snap a branch in half and discipline you like a kid again
we stomping basic b-tches, need some t-tties and an -ss implant
cold blooded like i’m trapped beneath an avalanche
keep bragging ’bout your record deal, i’ll jack you for your cash advance, b-tch

[outro]
i let ’em know
i’m fly as f-ck
i see you headed for your doom
backhand a b-tch like afroman
my- my- my coin stacked
whatever happened to the mc
my crew precipitates sk!ll
whatever happened to the mc
keep bragging ’bout your record deal, i’ll jack you for your cash advance, b-tch

you can’t be the best emcee if somebody else is writing your raps

- ces cru

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