Rubble Lyrics - Ces Cru

Whatever happened to the emcee 

Times done changed for the emcee 

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 motherfuckers like Attack on Titan it's real 

I see you headed for your doom, interscope and 

These lesser niggas searching for the moon in the ocean 

My third eye's open, inner vision in 3D 

It's killer city, Missouri murdering '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 going in and it don't 

Matter who get offended, this shit is premeditated 

So if I said it, I meant it 

I dropped in just to say what up 

Hip hop chuckled to itself and it created us 

Laugh now but y'all dogs better rabie up 

Cause on a real, ball hogs never made us much 

My group precipitates skill, 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, no 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 coin stack, prepare the appointed task 

They avoided the facts, I'm disappointed but back buoyant 

I let him know that that soiling is rap poison 

Comma for selling Belladonna I'll tell him Ill be out 

Bring it right back 

There's more and I'm a need a night cap 

Emcees be bugging me I need a fly trap 

I'm fly as fuck, I look at you and see a piece of white trash 

That got you heated, my bad 

If I can beat him scrapping, I'm a stab him, leave a white 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 of my 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 won't ever pass the class 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 bitch like afro man 

Snap a wrench in half and discipline you like a kid again 

We stomping basic bitches need some titties and an ass implant 

Cold blooded like I'm trapped beneath an avalanche 

Keep bragging 'bout your record deal, I'll jack you 'fore you catch a fan 

Bitch 

You can't be the best emcee if someone else is writing your raps