The Process (Guillotine) - CES Cru

It can’t

It won’t

It ain’t gon'…

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius

Made in America, cover the grey areas

With black and white hysteria over the way we’re pairing up

They wanna dig a grave for us to lay us in and bury us

The mumble rap-athon is on and on, to the break of dawn

Rollin' up the green, pass it on, Grey Poupon

Pour a cup of lean and autotune it, how you make a song

Storin' up my chi, sorry if I kept you waiting long

Actin' like I left, well Ces is back in effect

Young rappers lackin' respect, they only after a check

Call it passive-aggressive fact, you not a fact or a threat

Take a knee and protest, Collin Kaepernick, I rep the backpackers to the death,

most accurate yet

They pinnin' the blame on lyricism for our lack of success

I blow the spot, light the shade where they sleep

I pay to see you find your way inside this maze full of sheep, playin for keeps

They keep the gamepad locked and roll a Maybach drop

Pushin' out the stock hits to make the payroll pop

(The in-) The industry turnin' out the same old slop

But no, it can’t (it can’t), it won’t (it won’t), it ain’t gon' stop

It ain’t gon' stop

It ain’t gon' stop

And babe twerkin' on the wall bettin' they gon' watch

Okay it might blow up, (it may) it may go pop

But no, it can’t (it can’t), it won’t (it won’t), it ain’t gon' stop

From my critique of what I’m peepin', it’s a lame scene

They set you up to fail, they on the same team

Nobody questions what’s your method man, you Gangrene

Rappers hate on actors, but the fact is they the same thing

Everything is mainstream, sleepers had the same dreams

Suppose what you click for the pictures and let the chain swing

But what would happen if these rappers ever came clean?

Kickin' it to peasants with the message, «We the same being»

I’ve seen so many who hustled and no avail

Intent to get a chain, but they playin' a show and tell

I’m losin' my religion, so Satan can go to hell

And if such a place exists, I’ll be safe if you hold a cell

I heard you makin' 'em statements that we some suckers

Once and for all, let me set this shit straight for you motherfuckers

We never made a record and tried to shop it to Trav and Tech

We made it off the strength of our talent and havin' that respect

I let the name drop, and wonder how he stay so hot

My team sittin' on a couple things they don’t got

(The in-) The industry turnin' out the same old slop

And no, it can’t (it can’t), it won’t (it won’t), it ain’t gon' stop

It ain’t gon' stop

It ain’t gon' stop

The new world order was an age old plot

Okay it might blow up, (it may) it may go pop

But no, it can’t (it can’t), it won’t (it won’t), it ain’t gon' stop

You wanna front what?

Get your tomato squashed

They washed up, dried out, they lost their Play-Doh top

Go 'head, hit me with everything you pendejos got

I got the fuego chop, they wanna wait on 'Pac

But Biggie can’t save us, and Iggy can’t save us

I don’t suppose I can either, so I can’t say much

These skinny-jean ass rappers can’t stand straight up

They lookin' like my grand-daddy with the pants they bust

I’m still saggin' I came to soak your fan-base up

Emancipate your people, fuck your whole campaign up

I’m in the ring rollin' with both of my hands taped up

Shadowboxing until clear channel mandates us

Their whole plan-a sucked

They wanna band-aid cuts

Tryin' to rub us out, fuck a cunt and sandpapers

They landscape as such, what kinda chance do we got?

You know it can’t, it won’t, it ain’t gon' stop

(Yeah)