CYNE - Soapbox lyrics
[CYNE - Soapbox lyrics]
Fuck a penny for my thoughts, here's a dollar
If you can hear me holla why they pop collar
Champagne and combosie
I press play on the RCA to bring
A legend back for the artists
Stay tuned with the stars man
Design bars man i rock with a passion of
Fight cause life's hard
As long as my sky spinnin'
And I reside in it
I define livin' with though slides trippin'
Killing innocence fuck a Glock, Benz
And medicine especially when held by keen
MC's that grimace and
Fuck y’all thinking "the world’s mine"
Your dumb, deaf, or blind smarten up
See the signs
Buildings fall, for race war we brawl
Like a new civil war fuck Bush and Gore
I got one shot to make it to the top
Like a runaway slave ya'll
Better call the cops
I must be tragic towards
The pop culture fabric
Surreal to the listener this
Shit must be magic
It's the art of war stores trying
To sell me on the bullshit
I'm laced up buckle and belts, pens
And toolkit's
Building up my city on rock and roll and soul
Coming back on the physical wax so fuck gold
Not a soldier of fortune
But believer in the defense
Protector of the rights
I fight the current events
Soul so bright I cause a total eclipse
Fuck a new order I began my own sequence
Individual might with individual
Sight with hot
Lyrical mics high intensity nights
(try and walk with me)
Back on the stage in a fiery blaze
Letting loose the inner sanctum while
I conjure the grave
Resurrecting on cassette cause my
Heart in stone
Chip on my shoulder, I'm colder
'Cause, I'm always alone
And, man
It’s hard to breath without fucking up trees
I zone without the microphone
I’m scribing at ease
Enoch blessed the instro
I let the pen stroke
Paper now exposing the fake
Look at minstrels
Reminisce on way back in the day
With black face on the screen and crackers
They mock slaves fuck a song and dance what
You get is a glance a sharp bird’s eye view
Through black experience
When a sling meet a brake
A slug meets your fate
White broads on a nigga dick
Groupie need the taste
Goddamn, my nigga it's like
I’ve been here before
Like polaroid shot picture that
I’m headed for store
The agonizing truth just lock me
Up in that booth
‘Cause, I'm keep on spittin' this
Shit it's for the youth
Young niggas coming up
Y'all acknowledge the rain
Umbrella on ya head, get ahead in this game
My niggas
If you can hear me holla why they pop collar
Champagne and combosie
I press play on the RCA to bring
A legend back for the artists
Stay tuned with the stars man
Design bars man i rock with a passion of
Fight cause life's hard
As long as my sky spinnin'
And I reside in it
I define livin' with though slides trippin'
Killing innocence fuck a Glock, Benz
And medicine especially when held by keen
MC's that grimace and
Fuck y’all thinking "the world’s mine"
Your dumb, deaf, or blind smarten up
See the signs
Buildings fall, for race war we brawl
Like a new civil war fuck Bush and Gore
I got one shot to make it to the top
Like a runaway slave ya'll
Better call the cops
I must be tragic towards
The pop culture fabric
Surreal to the listener this
Shit must be magic
It's the art of war stores trying
To sell me on the bullshit
I'm laced up buckle and belts, pens
And toolkit's
Building up my city on rock and roll and soul
Coming back on the physical wax so fuck gold
Not a soldier of fortune
But believer in the defense
Protector of the rights
I fight the current events
Soul so bright I cause a total eclipse
Fuck a new order I began my own sequence
Individual might with individual
Sight with hot
Lyrical mics high intensity nights
(try and walk with me)
Back on the stage in a fiery blaze
Letting loose the inner sanctum while
I conjure the grave
Resurrecting on cassette cause my
Heart in stone
Chip on my shoulder, I'm colder
'Cause, I'm always alone
And, man
It’s hard to breath without fucking up trees
I zone without the microphone
I’m scribing at ease
Enoch blessed the instro
I let the pen stroke
Paper now exposing the fake
Look at minstrels
Reminisce on way back in the day
With black face on the screen and crackers
They mock slaves fuck a song and dance what
You get is a glance a sharp bird’s eye view
Through black experience
When a sling meet a brake
A slug meets your fate
White broads on a nigga dick
Groupie need the taste
Goddamn, my nigga it's like
I’ve been here before
Like polaroid shot picture that
I’m headed for store
The agonizing truth just lock me
Up in that booth
‘Cause, I'm keep on spittin' this
Shit it's for the youth
Young niggas coming up
Y'all acknowledge the rain
Umbrella on ya head, get ahead in this game
My niggas