lyrics to The Routine * / Ces Cru
* Strange Music pre-order bonus track
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Six times, for your fatherfuckin
Everybody doin this shit, everybody doin this style
Claimin they comin to serve us but they can't even take what they dish out
So I'm dissin dummies 'til 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
Co-signs 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 dealin with contracts, I don't know what the fuck y'all mean
I been at it for a minute meanin I'm releasin and leavin nobody breathin
Killer City can ache when the Ces is leavin, anybody relatin then let's get even
Strangely I'm an oddball and I'm on call 'til I'm on y'all
Kill pins but I won't draw, it's Godemis with the bone saw
Aiyyo Godemis roll another cone of that dank piff, rank shift based on my statement
Catastrophic when I came in, same same spillin militainment (ooh!)
While you were usin pillow cases, I been grindin fillin blank discs
If you ain't willin to take risks in this business then you really ain't shit
See I'm feelin real exhilaration, buildin ill affiliation
Sasquatch to these half-flocks, Killer City in my playpen
Foreground to they backdrop, they can chop but they don't make sense
Way they talkin made a language with dopplegangers claimin copyin gang twists
Fuck a half-broke, never claim rich, black smoke in my brain stem
Back-strokin this tank with these rap mackerel but they cain't swim
See these rap shows are my main bitch, back home in my state lit
Stack though what I may grip cause that plateau where I cain't sit (woo!)
Then whoever's been soundin like Cinderella on some bippity-boppity-boo
Ain't nobody different, now they all just copy on some bippity-boppity-boo
So we dab and dippin and we poppin, droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boo
Bippity-boppity-boo, bippity-boppity-boo, hey!
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 Ac'
And I don't wanna hear all this rappity-rap, I would rather just listen to "Yakety Sax"
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 cool as I
You got a golden watch, you got platinum teeth, but can't afford to buy ya kids fuckin school supplies?
Yeah, Ces Cru that's my posse, that's my crew gang, that's my blood cousins
Since the '90s when we was Mobb Deep'in and Wu-Tang'in and What-What'in
I didn't give a fuck about your little septum ring and your fur coats or your fuck buttons
I don't care about rappers usin 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 wack, you all high fructose corn syrup
Just diabetes, just junk food - you're gonna die eventually, fuck you!
[Chorus] w/ ad libs
So they sell it, they soundin like Cinderalla, yellin "Bippity-boppity-boo"
Now we dabbin and dippin then poppin, droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boo