The Routine lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Mac Lethal)

[Godemis:]

(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

[Ubiquitous:]

(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' I'll 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

[Mac Lethal:]

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, "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!

[Ubiquitous & Godemis:]

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