CYNE - Nothing's Sacred lyrics
[CYNE - Nothing's Sacred lyrics]
It’s like lonely children
Wandering over buildings
Money that makes sense
Current events I’m building
Currency to the billions, money became policy
Fueling a man’s greed
The heart of all atrocities
Power easy to please
With bitches all on they knees
Praying to golden calves and
Causing mental disease
Evils, they came inside me
Mind became a vulture
Searching for the death in life
And calling it pop culture
Stomach ulcer, laceration to my intestines
I’m restless
Praying to God maybe he bless this
A lost prophet, crucifying my final message
But losing meaning like a
Crucifix hanging from necklace
I’m desperate
Making criminal records over police beats
Knowing the ledge, reaching the peak
Knowing the ledge, reaching the peak
Who can’t conform? Who can’t be
Told what is norm?
Who gotta perform for therapy?
Whose soul is torn?
I’m feeling that pain but in
The most literal sense
I chose to rape the system
Making dollars and cents
It’s tense walking tightropes and
Never fall off
My crew got too live they got hauled off
To the stream we're taken
Where nothing’s sacred
I traveled abroad and found God
But can’t escape this
Moment of truth where consumers
Are spoofed on how I’m supposed to look and
Sound bringing the King down?
I’m out here to innovate yo, not to mention
When thoughts are cynical
My mind’s in a better state
My life’s like a paradox
Sort of like American dream of making
It seems that’s forever sought
We state the obvious
Cause they’re blind though
They’re watching us with binoculars
Rich white kids are copping this
Critical words from the poet, not novelist
On the frontline
We stand tall like an obelisk
I’m doctoring words so you can hear
The truth in the verse
Lunging at you like a robber
That’s attacking the clerk
A thief of the night
Showing all my people the light
A neo-Moses moving all the masses with mics
Instead of fish
I give the populous some beans and rice
Speaking to Christ
Hoping that the food will suffice
Walking the path
I hold the microphone like a staff
The first is the last lock, load
Ready to blast
Wandering over buildings
Money that makes sense
Current events I’m building
Currency to the billions, money became policy
Fueling a man’s greed
The heart of all atrocities
Power easy to please
With bitches all on they knees
Praying to golden calves and
Causing mental disease
Evils, they came inside me
Mind became a vulture
Searching for the death in life
And calling it pop culture
Stomach ulcer, laceration to my intestines
I’m restless
Praying to God maybe he bless this
A lost prophet, crucifying my final message
But losing meaning like a
Crucifix hanging from necklace
I’m desperate
Making criminal records over police beats
Knowing the ledge, reaching the peak
Knowing the ledge, reaching the peak
Who can’t conform? Who can’t be
Told what is norm?
Who gotta perform for therapy?
Whose soul is torn?
I’m feeling that pain but in
The most literal sense
I chose to rape the system
Making dollars and cents
It’s tense walking tightropes and
Never fall off
My crew got too live they got hauled off
To the stream we're taken
Where nothing’s sacred
I traveled abroad and found God
But can’t escape this
Moment of truth where consumers
Are spoofed on how I’m supposed to look and
Sound bringing the King down?
I’m out here to innovate yo, not to mention
When thoughts are cynical
My mind’s in a better state
My life’s like a paradox
Sort of like American dream of making
It seems that’s forever sought
We state the obvious
Cause they’re blind though
They’re watching us with binoculars
Rich white kids are copping this
Critical words from the poet, not novelist
On the frontline
We stand tall like an obelisk
I’m doctoring words so you can hear
The truth in the verse
Lunging at you like a robber
That’s attacking the clerk
A thief of the night
Showing all my people the light
A neo-Moses moving all the masses with mics
Instead of fish
I give the populous some beans and rice
Speaking to Christ
Hoping that the food will suffice
Walking the path
I hold the microphone like a staff
The first is the last lock, load
Ready to blast