A journey into this Mc's early live experience (partially non-fiction)
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
I was reminiscing on some early experiences I had with rhyming 10 years ago. They consisted of battles in movie theaters and malls. Although this song is not comprised of 100% actual events, it articulates pretty accurately the thoughts and feelings of such early public appearences.
Consider yourselves warned: this track is a work in progress and the chorus is not good...at all. heheh
Lyrics
I stood gazin' at the midnight sky
a black velvet blanket held the moon from sight
why, because situations are deeper
than the 10 hrtz of bass that's pushin' through your speakers, check it
I grabbed the mic and yelled "check one-two"
but all I got was feedback, and blank stares too
see after the boos had subsided for a minute
I thought "this can't be the end of my career, it's the beginning"
so I stage dove quick to get to the exit
before things get hectic, i'm checkin'my perspective
question, what exactly are acceptable lyrics
when exactly do you choose to let others hear 'em
well, other people heard but stood clear like plexiglass
I'm next to last in this food chain, only good for laughs
so I grabbed my beaker and bunsen burner
headed back to labroatory to formulate somthin' hotter
what emerged was so hot it keeps the midnight bright
as I bless this track with the mic like "gesunhidt"
the result? Fellow emcees were jealoous of me
envious to the point of turning green like Bill Bixbie
but I left em shook, they try to blend in their environment
huddled over office desks planning my retirement
why do men try to blaze tracks like firemen
when my rhymes be so sick they hand feed my vitamins, check it
CHORUS
everytime I see blood on the streets, my heart turns to stone
I remember the soundclash last week and how those mc's forfitted there very souls
they think they're free to contest we, bring fire 'pon 'dis
cyrus eye watch i and i no way that these cats can dissist
sound clash survivor, your time has come
so bring we fire, you're gonna get burned
soundclash survivor, we turn around and run things
we 'nah like canivers, we 'gwon murda 'dem, yeah
so I laid deep in the cut like neosporin
borin' hole subterranium, deep within the cranium
doesn't matter, still stuck out like florescent orange
my abhorance to this game try to keep me incognito
that didn't work, I was stuck like Magneto
so I skip ahead like a record under needle
got the game on lock from start to finito
please don't adjust your fm dial
just sit back and relax for a while
see when we would battle, I'd be the last out
people jump out they seats so fast they pass out
bum rush the stage hard pressed and black out
then unclenched there fists and drop their cash out
see emcess procrastinate, but my rhymes do work
my lines be nastier than a dirty throwback miniskirt
the words I convey be gold like Midas
infectious like contageous conjunctavitis
minus the discharge that runs from the eyes
just in time to watch me perform my rhymes
but after that's said, at the end of the night
I still stood gazin' at that midnight sky
