A quasi battle rhyme with a slight infusion of Dancehall flavor
Unadulterated underground, non-vulgar, classic NYC Intelligent Rhymes with an infusion of Dancehall
Cyrus Eye is a two member band consisting of a DJ and a lyricist. Our roots stem deep into Hip Hop, Jazz, Neo Soul and Reggae. We stay free of vulgarity.
Story behind the song
"Sound Clash" is a product of a meandering mind grasping for a concept contrary to the normal banter of this MC. This semi-battle rhyme has an infusion of Dancehall in the main chorus. This is Cyrus Eye in it's explorative phases. More potent Dancehall sounds and lyrics to definately be released in the near future...
Lyrics
this comes form subconscienceness maybe even deeper
deeper than the wounds inflicted in the weaker
like the red and black wires from the amp to the speakers
red blood on black skin cannot defeat us neither
you paid the pied piper to purchase a dope cypher
I step between you and your style just like a hyphen
and then syphen off everything you thought was dope
until you realize that all you're left with is a minus
your highness is what you called me
but please refrain from nealin' down on bended knee
see i'm rooted in this deep like family trees
or like immune deficianies seen in a disease
please, Q.Digga and the Mizzy be the illest MC's around
check our circumferance,
try not to bow down in the face of benevolence
it doesn't matter if YOU think you're dope, that's irrelevant
(Chorus)
said we're not good for the right, so we stood 'pon de left of dem
now we tower over competition like the nefilem
we murder 'dem, Cyrus Eye gwon be 'de def of 'dem
Pen and Paper be our weapon
now we're too good for the right, so we stood right up pon dem
at da sound clash we gwon take the mic from dem
we murder dem, Cyrus Eye gwon be the death of them
Bass and treble be our weapon
See yawl look for clues, you searched for some evidence
thinly diquised under the guise of cleverness
tryin' to find out how long I've been in the game
well, to tell you the truth, it's been about a decade
while yawl be new like 6th graders in middle school
my rhymes be gigantic while yawls be miniscule
I'm sick of you, yawl run around frantic
in a panic thinkin that your boats sinking like titanic
I might be manic, but I'm never deppressive
I noticed that your buttons lay exposed, I just have to press em
no stressin', no second guessin'
overqualified to preach so pay attention to this lesson
I flip the sick script like crippled gymanists
unobserved in the distance like gorillas in the midst
never utter please, never asking for permission
never tilted in my mission never in an ill position
I'm prone to be dope like infetamines
flows sicker than any desease doctors have ever seen
I see myself in my rhymes like they chrome plated
infused in the brain deep like they marinated
styles so fly, it's often seronated
flows so sick, it stays medicated
you meditated on my rhymes, daily analyzed
then realized that you hated 'em because their complicated
(Chorus)
said we're not good for the right, so we stood 'pon de left of dem
now we tower over competition like the nefilem
we murder 'dem, Cyrus Eye gwon be 'de def of 'dem
Pen and Paper be our weapon
now we're too good for the right, so we stood right up pon dem
at da sound clash we gwon take the mic from dem
we murder dem, Cyrus Eye gwon be the death of them
Bass and treble be our weapon
