CYNE - Kill The Music lyrics
[CYNE - Kill The Music lyrics]
Cheers here toast to oblivion
I wrote a dope rhyme crying hurt by a simian
Rice type low, nah I write slow
Taking time to bear thoughts too
A full moon show
Go fresh off tour, still broke a boar
Love hip hop though I love life more
Board bond full heights, Mars look nice
No left turn but damn I can't merge right
My Catcher In the Rye, 916
Though all them wanna make
Art that's meaningful
Scathed in ice, let triple axel well
Low with the cokehead chick but
The night and yell
Help in the morning, I think I'm losing it
Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is
Yeah, yeah a nigga losing it
Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is
Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music)
Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music)
Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music)
Pipe dream kids on the block
(they kill the music)
Hold up, wait up, it's not dead
Nuh uh, wait, hold up it's not dead
Yo, hold up, it's not dead
Never, nah, hold up, it's not dead
They like uniform
What happened to the individual?
Artists in repertoire are foul
Tryna pigeon hold put MCing in the box
(box) to see if they can market it
Who am I slave to the drums
Slang and oxidant
That's word to the highest bidder
Now put yours hands up
Yeah, yeah, now put them hands up
Head off the pillow
Young warrior never sleeping
A new beginning of life's
Strife hitting the speaker
He walk with the heavy brow
Five Percenter on the throne
World's he roamed alone music
Became his own now
He be that golden child homie down
(homie down) he be that know me now
Writing down his thoughts with
That super sound
He is a lyricist, come on kick a rhyme again
(come on kick a rhyme)
People call him witnesses, piano and a violin
Violence, nah nigga me is a higher prince
Common sense mess with the struggle
Just to pay the rent
Oh shit, pay for my gas so I can go to class
Fix my broken mask, get a job
Pay my momma back (what)
Sometimes the streets be calling he going
(mercy)
Businessman with a good job he going (mercy)
Look at the little kid he crying he going
(mercy)
Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy)
Sometimes the streets be calling he going
(mercy)
Businessman with a good job he going (mercy)
Look at the little kid he crying he going
(mercy)
Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy)
Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music)
Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music)
Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music)
Pipe dream kids on the block
(they kill the music)
Whoa, hold up, wait up, it's not dead
Nuh uh, wait, hold up it's not dead
Yo, hey hold up, it's not dead like
I wrote a dope rhyme crying hurt by a simian
Rice type low, nah I write slow
Taking time to bear thoughts too
A full moon show
Go fresh off tour, still broke a boar
Love hip hop though I love life more
Board bond full heights, Mars look nice
No left turn but damn I can't merge right
My Catcher In the Rye, 916
Though all them wanna make
Art that's meaningful
Scathed in ice, let triple axel well
Low with the cokehead chick but
The night and yell
Help in the morning, I think I'm losing it
Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is
Yeah, yeah a nigga losing it
Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is
Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music)
Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music)
Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music)
Pipe dream kids on the block
(they kill the music)
Hold up, wait up, it's not dead
Nuh uh, wait, hold up it's not dead
Yo, hold up, it's not dead
Never, nah, hold up, it's not dead
They like uniform
What happened to the individual?
Artists in repertoire are foul
Tryna pigeon hold put MCing in the box
(box) to see if they can market it
Who am I slave to the drums
Slang and oxidant
That's word to the highest bidder
Now put yours hands up
Yeah, yeah, now put them hands up
Head off the pillow
Young warrior never sleeping
A new beginning of life's
Strife hitting the speaker
He walk with the heavy brow
Five Percenter on the throne
World's he roamed alone music
Became his own now
He be that golden child homie down
(homie down) he be that know me now
Writing down his thoughts with
That super sound
He is a lyricist, come on kick a rhyme again
(come on kick a rhyme)
People call him witnesses, piano and a violin
Violence, nah nigga me is a higher prince
Common sense mess with the struggle
Just to pay the rent
Oh shit, pay for my gas so I can go to class
Fix my broken mask, get a job
Pay my momma back (what)
Sometimes the streets be calling he going
(mercy)
Businessman with a good job he going (mercy)
Look at the little kid he crying he going
(mercy)
Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy)
Sometimes the streets be calling he going
(mercy)
Businessman with a good job he going (mercy)
Look at the little kid he crying he going
(mercy)
Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy)
Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music)
Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music)
Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music)
Pipe dream kids on the block
(they kill the music)
Whoa, hold up, wait up, it's not dead
Nuh uh, wait, hold up it's not dead
Yo, hey hold up, it's not dead like