CYNE - Awakening lyrics
[CYNE - Awakening lyrics]
I am Adidas original
Deep like a negro spiritual
Be at the podium, a dope individual
Speaking my mind line for
Line what's happening?
It's rerun, holding the gun, so "Aye
Captain" listen up for the fisticuffs
It's Training Day
So light the match and watch the blaze, okay?
For real, son what's the deal, hon?
Selling yourself short like a
Porsche on hub caps
I'm all wax listen up, you titty fuck
Is you ready for change?
Not nickels and dimes, punk
Sorry for being vulgar i'm not sober
Irritated at those that think
The game is over
And still a lot to fight for since '04
Don't take it in the back on
Your knees like coke whores
Stand up! Break the chains and handcuffs
You ain't a stupid bitch like
Them chicks in Bang Bus
This be a brand new day
A brave new world so see through the haze
This be the season of the media craze
Listen up, become a audio slave
Into a momentary trance
We ain't sleeping we are
Well awake and quite in tune
With the rhythm I am
The rebel, the treble, the voice, the noise
And this is
The moment of rhyme, the time to CYNE
And I am
Kinda like water silent journey so fluid
Into another world stay mute, but yet fluid
Moving forth speak, serving as a paradigm
Maybe one in a million i'm
One of four children
Defying the odds I'm out building
Big blocks on the pavement for days
When it rains and my luck run out
I can't pay rent
I start gazing at stars it's amazing
How everything's aligned sometimes
I spend days in like "Fuck going out" We're
Art i'm showing Clyde dropped out of school
But cool never showing doubt
Coverage under fire most men are liars
They never sold crack or no dope suppliers
I don't need to sell that in my rhyme, though
Crack kill black male quick or he die slow
Or locked in a cell with plans
But can't prevail it's summertime and damn
The block is hot as hell
But evolution came, awakening the pain
Peace, love, and happiness is strange when
They feel the same
I am the redeemer
Rejuvenating self in the speaker
So follow the leader i got
Growing Pains like Ben Seaver
So feed the meter the
Levels overshadow believers
Not overly meager my head
Dreadlocks nappy receivers
Receive reasoning
Salt-in-the-wound seasoning
Getting up in the morning and hoping
That you believe in me
See, maybe we just need to get
Up to make a scene
Into a momentary trance
We ain't sleeping we are
Well awake and quite in tune
With the rhythm I am
The rebel, the treble, the
Voice, the knowise, and this is
The moment of rhyme, the time to CYNE
And I am
Deep like a negro spiritual
Be at the podium, a dope individual
Speaking my mind line for
Line what's happening?
It's rerun, holding the gun, so "Aye
Captain" listen up for the fisticuffs
It's Training Day
So light the match and watch the blaze, okay?
For real, son what's the deal, hon?
Selling yourself short like a
Porsche on hub caps
I'm all wax listen up, you titty fuck
Is you ready for change?
Not nickels and dimes, punk
Sorry for being vulgar i'm not sober
Irritated at those that think
The game is over
And still a lot to fight for since '04
Don't take it in the back on
Your knees like coke whores
Stand up! Break the chains and handcuffs
You ain't a stupid bitch like
Them chicks in Bang Bus
This be a brand new day
A brave new world so see through the haze
This be the season of the media craze
Listen up, become a audio slave
Into a momentary trance
We ain't sleeping we are
Well awake and quite in tune
With the rhythm I am
The rebel, the treble, the voice, the noise
And this is
The moment of rhyme, the time to CYNE
And I am
Kinda like water silent journey so fluid
Into another world stay mute, but yet fluid
Moving forth speak, serving as a paradigm
Maybe one in a million i'm
One of four children
Defying the odds I'm out building
Big blocks on the pavement for days
When it rains and my luck run out
I can't pay rent
I start gazing at stars it's amazing
How everything's aligned sometimes
I spend days in like "Fuck going out" We're
Art i'm showing Clyde dropped out of school
But cool never showing doubt
Coverage under fire most men are liars
They never sold crack or no dope suppliers
I don't need to sell that in my rhyme, though
Crack kill black male quick or he die slow
Or locked in a cell with plans
But can't prevail it's summertime and damn
The block is hot as hell
But evolution came, awakening the pain
Peace, love, and happiness is strange when
They feel the same
I am the redeemer
Rejuvenating self in the speaker
So follow the leader i got
Growing Pains like Ben Seaver
So feed the meter the
Levels overshadow believers
Not overly meager my head
Dreadlocks nappy receivers
Receive reasoning
Salt-in-the-wound seasoning
Getting up in the morning and hoping
That you believe in me
See, maybe we just need to get
Up to make a scene
Into a momentary trance
We ain't sleeping we are
Well awake and quite in tune
With the rhythm I am
The rebel, the treble, the
Voice, the knowise, and this is
The moment of rhyme, the time to CYNE
And I am