CYNE - Octagon lyrics

Yo, I dream of Elohim
Melody sounding so heavenly
Chocolate-brown skin to the dark
Shade of ebony
Hills of Beverly, cleverly for change
Memories ever so gently hitting me
Purring like a Bentley
Crisp style so beautiful my sound suitable
Making you move slow and
Swift within your cubicle
While you take a break from working late
Letting me revelate
My sound penetrates your ears
Making them resonate
Your legs go limp from my lyrical gift
The musical bliss like the first
Time you had a kiss
Making you wish that the Cise
Star will never quit
Spitting the world plate
Style so ever elegant


I be the champagne of rap
How you love that analogy?
Baby girl, come on shake your anatomy
Right in front of me, making me smile
Love your company
Attitude bubbly, surprising me ever so subtly
Now you wanting me to caress? Need to undress
So I can bless the silhouette
Showing through your dress
Nevertheless, only give you the best
So you can confess you had it
As good as it gets yo, what up, son?
(Top Gun without a jet, rocket booster)
Taking a DeLorean (Back to the Future, son)
One on one with Avalon
Driving on the Autobahn
(Epsilon, super niggas fighting
In the Octagon)

Oh yeah, I'm heaven-sent and, still
I'm too sick for medicine

Group sex, smart wordplay with two techs
So who's next? Fuck all y’all I smooth, best
Might renegade my right grenades
For the stage for excitement fuck no smile
Call me frightening
I don't give a… nah, really I do
What I meant was
"I don’t give a fuck about you!"
Like a old fool with pockets full
I'm tryna lock the globe
Tryna mock your bowl with the vocabulary gold
Oh, no! The MC specimen
Still testing men with a black, deadly pen
And niggas are frantic we gigantic
Meet the béninois boy next to the Atlantic

Yo, what up, son?
(Top Gun without a jet, rocket booster)
Taking a DeLorean (Back to the Future, son)
One on one with Avalon
Driving on the Autobahn
(Epsilon, super niggas fighting
In the Octagon)

Yo, rejuvenating heaven and
Rocking a triple-seven
I'm robbing a 7-Eleven without
A fucking weapon my lyrical talk be getting
Me wallet and watch
Rings with rocks, fat-ass shoes and new socks
This is how we do it when we rhyming on fluid
The bitches are clueless before you know
We’re acting like nudists
And getting so stupid, yelling
"CYNE niggas are foolish!
They be rocking a microphone
And forever be zooted"

Yeah, Akin said it first of all
Y’all pathetic
Non-apologetic with words, I’m magnetic
So close to home my soul, rebel thoughts roam
See, my rap a sick disease
So catch the fully-blown
Automatic song i'm like a python
Akin’ll move with the paper may
I spit venom strong?
"I'm too legit to quit, " so I Hammer foes

For you, I pity paid dues your crew's shitty
CYNE we not borderline we hover the city
Parachuting off the moon soon
We’ll be eclipsing it
MCs meet the verbal Glock with
Fully loaded clips in it
I dodge trouble i'm popping
Cyphers like bubble
I'm lyrically inclined I speak your mind
Shuttle back and forth like a pendulum
That's how I handle 'em
I'm damaging MCs into the abyss
I'm sending 'em
Word is life as I go through change
I got my sky shooting stars
With it in close range i said-a
"Word is life as I go through change
I got my sky shooting stars
With it in close range" yo, what up, son?
(Top Gun without a jet, rocket booster)
Taking a DeLorean (Back to the Future, son)
One on one with Avalon
Driving on the Autobahn
(Epsilon, super niggas fighting
In the Octagon)