CYNE - I Never lyrics
[CYNE - I Never lyrics]
I never brag about the crack I sell
See, my rap rebel
Using metaphoric rap that sound like murder
My competition's unheard of
Akin to pull a bitch-nigga card
Now Al is Alberta just like the old saying
Yeah, these foes are playing
But my pro-slave foe, so your flow's game
I run around with bad thoughts astounding
Faces in the crowd may
Doubt my moral grounding
I'm quite sane though
Playing without a Kango
When this year, I'm running and
Gunning MC's are lame, so
They're better off dead, I'm letting off lead
Middle finger, fake artist
Scribe slave on your head I'm ready
Speech aesthetic, you get it
Edit the bullshit
Which quasi-intellect need a fix?
I bought a toolkit
Screw you fuck abusing a plier, you's a liar
A raindrop’ll put out your fire
Nigga who you? Be
Stepping at these immaculate
MC with vocabulary
That never talk about shit that
I ain't never done and try to stunt it like
Some bitch-ass nigga holding wands
I'm that nigga that's speaking the truth
Repping Africa we here now
These cowards are through
We blew out your flame
‘cause we reign eternal
Never talk shit when topic at
Hand don't concern you
Nigga, listen i'm still the real
So don't forget blow the guns poetic
Hang a cracker by the neck
Bet yes, intelligent Africans got this
Lock with the key to open sesame
I'm Lochness monster when I bang right out
The closet freedom rang
But not on a homo tip that
Nat Turner burn a bitch
Stone pigeon in a ditch
Left for the birds and shit
Start ground for Earth to shift
Price now control that
Slow, I went from Garveyite to pro-black
To universal nigga
Rocking mics fuck the throwback
Blow, ‘cause I was taught by some old cats
On how to cause terror with
Planning and kill your Kodak
Moment that's assuming you was
Caught in the blast
Snap back to Earth where Jacks
Jump for the cash
And they ask why my pants sag
Exposing my ass
And white Confederate dads get
Stabbed in the abs
Know the pen's sharp as the wit
And so is the pad
Upon which computers flinch at a
Sight while I laugh
Scribbling bars now we got Water for Mars
For those that crave for the
Lactose and cookies in jars nigga
See, my rap rebel
Using metaphoric rap that sound like murder
My competition's unheard of
Akin to pull a bitch-nigga card
Now Al is Alberta just like the old saying
Yeah, these foes are playing
But my pro-slave foe, so your flow's game
I run around with bad thoughts astounding
Faces in the crowd may
Doubt my moral grounding
I'm quite sane though
Playing without a Kango
When this year, I'm running and
Gunning MC's are lame, so
They're better off dead, I'm letting off lead
Middle finger, fake artist
Scribe slave on your head I'm ready
Speech aesthetic, you get it
Edit the bullshit
Which quasi-intellect need a fix?
I bought a toolkit
Screw you fuck abusing a plier, you's a liar
A raindrop’ll put out your fire
Nigga who you? Be
Stepping at these immaculate
MC with vocabulary
That never talk about shit that
I ain't never done and try to stunt it like
Some bitch-ass nigga holding wands
I'm that nigga that's speaking the truth
Repping Africa we here now
These cowards are through
We blew out your flame
‘cause we reign eternal
Never talk shit when topic at
Hand don't concern you
Nigga, listen i'm still the real
So don't forget blow the guns poetic
Hang a cracker by the neck
Bet yes, intelligent Africans got this
Lock with the key to open sesame
I'm Lochness monster when I bang right out
The closet freedom rang
But not on a homo tip that
Nat Turner burn a bitch
Stone pigeon in a ditch
Left for the birds and shit
Start ground for Earth to shift
Price now control that
Slow, I went from Garveyite to pro-black
To universal nigga
Rocking mics fuck the throwback
Blow, ‘cause I was taught by some old cats
On how to cause terror with
Planning and kill your Kodak
Moment that's assuming you was
Caught in the blast
Snap back to Earth where Jacks
Jump for the cash
And they ask why my pants sag
Exposing my ass
And white Confederate dads get
Stabbed in the abs
Know the pen's sharp as the wit
And so is the pad
Upon which computers flinch at a
Sight while I laugh
Scribbling bars now we got Water for Mars
For those that crave for the
Lactose and cookies in jars nigga