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Cynik, Part of C.Y. Crew. F*ck that band that has the Name Corrupted Youth.
The name is Cynik; what more can I say? Whatever, check out the music, and have fun...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,650
Peak in subgenre #2,661
Author
Cynik
Uploaded
March 18, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse #1:
This one, is for a lovely-girl/
Who brings, much love to an ugly-world/
A P.I. queen, a cultured-princess/
The girls i've seen, can't go-against-this/
So nice... so calm-and-friendly/
A smartass, but never condescending/
So renown, she owns the towns/
But still takes time just to ((Hold Me Down))/
And I know I act a fool/
'Cause its so much shit that i aint said to you/
Like, ((what i think))... ((how i feel))/
And what we got goin' here, ((is this real))?/
...Endless-reels, of true lines-to-spew/
I'm focused, but I got time-for-you/
So i'll be searchin' for the words that are right-to-say/
But yo, i'm here for you, every night-and-day...
** Chorus **:
I'm around just make the call, i'll be there and right-away/
'Cause its you i think about, all week every night-and-day/
These thoughts I speak aloud, hop up on the mic-and-play/
But its ya'll I think about, all week every night-and-day/
Verse #2:
My dogs, is raw...
The they ones who stuck around...
Our foot, yo' jaw...
Fuck with us we'll beat you down...
My dogs is next, but never least/
And this shit we have, will never cease/
three of the truest-mcs, who knew-it-would-be/
Just us... with the fluentest-schemes/
C.Y... Unbreakable/
Man, we stand tall when the fake-will-fold/
Three of a kind, just pleading-with-time/
And ya'll aint gotta say shit, i'm reading-ya-mind/
So let-this-flow, please, dont be skeptical/
My solo shit is just me, lettin'-go/
C.Y... And i'm down-for-ya'll/
Night or day, right away, just sound-the-call...
** **
Veres #3:
Night and Day I pray...(I pray)
That this game will turn around...(turn around)
So I say...(I say)
Lets put shit down...
Gotta rap, and pound-the-similies/
Never flat, just round-deliveries/
Gotta push the newest-metaphors/
To pull-in-better-scores, and move-ahead-of-yours/
I gotta find a way to say-shit/
That once the play's-hit, you'll say its way-sick/
Mind-made-up, enough of the hiyates/
I rhyme-greater, so by to my-((haters))/
See... ya'll don't understand/
To me, hip hop is like a wonderland/
So i'm-a be here, real skill, no image/
The whole 24, yo' boy, yo Cynik...
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