CYNE - Stomping Ground lyrics
[CYNE - Stomping Ground lyrics]
Come on
Everybody put your hands together alright
Sort of like Marvin with the brightest
Soul i pack a hydro bowl
My life’s no stranger to sin
But I’m a righteous poet
Part of the globe know it
Other half is sleeping on it
Me lyrical king i’ll spill
For my next opponent
They better step up on it mic in hand
I’m never tonic
Cats want to brag about wealth but
Now they’re scared to flaunt it
We got that real shit no gimmick, genuine
That true-school hip hop ‘cause
Y’all too feminine chauvinist to abstract
I’ll backslap your wack act
Back to the future we go
As we unroll the scrolls
Sent many years ago by the you-know
The true MC extraordinaire
Mic avenger we’re here
Little tipsy off the Grey Goose
And drop of Belvedere nah
I’m just playing i rarely do liquor
I’m into sipping Red Stripe
Or any malt liquor
Take a closer look and you find that CYNE
Got a lot of rhymes, lyrics
Sling no gimmicks
MCs, they go plead yo, they so timid
CYNE, we not borderline we pros in it
Our soul’s in it plus, we got foes grinning
While damn most spitting, our prose infinite
We rude boy rap soldiers with no limit
Now I must be entirely too fucking nice
That’s my right hand man Clyde
Graham be the Cise
I got the game on lock so hard, niggas
They can’t move
I float through notes while I cope
Stole it and choke you i’m so illness
Throw up this shit in a sentence
Making heads 360 when I sit down to finish
Master to the teachers
Skipped levels from an apprentice
It’s risky business motherfuckers
Fucking with realness i just killed it the
Microphone just sputtered
The speaker just uttered that
This one sick motherfucker (Alright)
I’m so on point
Turntable needles are jealous
Half-asses niggas make up my burger
Forgot no lettuce
Shook niggas are off-the-Richter
Taking my picture
So abrasive, soft niggas are getting blisters
Leave you in shambles your
Silly crew manhandled
So goddamn you the elephant
Logo will stamp you you can’t find me I’m a
Weapon of mass destruction
Never was in Iraq I’m right here
You motherfucker
I’m like Jason Bourne, armed
With a microphone, strutting
Globetrotter mic assassin can’t
Tell me nothing
I speak different languages you saying
"Can’t we just
All get along?" You’re dead wrong
‘cause I’m Notorious BIG
For making headlines whenever I sketch rhymes
East to the Westerners fear
They all respect i’m
Engaged in a lyrical war, Johnny Blazing
This Man got a Method
Your clan is half-amazing
Magnificent that’s what I am
And ladies love this
Brown-skinned nigga might make your
Lady blush like
I got a man like Kate, but she ain’t positive
If she’s feeling you or
Akin that’s so prerogative
So don’t be cruel now i
Murder with the ink and
Every little step, I take this nigga place
So I must be entirely too fucking nice
You could tell how I write
You could tell how they fight
Man, I must be entirely too fucking nice
You could tell how I write
You could tell how they fight
Everybody put your hands together alright
Sort of like Marvin with the brightest
Soul i pack a hydro bowl
My life’s no stranger to sin
But I’m a righteous poet
Part of the globe know it
Other half is sleeping on it
Me lyrical king i’ll spill
For my next opponent
They better step up on it mic in hand
I’m never tonic
Cats want to brag about wealth but
Now they’re scared to flaunt it
We got that real shit no gimmick, genuine
That true-school hip hop ‘cause
Y’all too feminine chauvinist to abstract
I’ll backslap your wack act
Back to the future we go
As we unroll the scrolls
Sent many years ago by the you-know
The true MC extraordinaire
Mic avenger we’re here
Little tipsy off the Grey Goose
And drop of Belvedere nah
I’m just playing i rarely do liquor
I’m into sipping Red Stripe
Or any malt liquor
Take a closer look and you find that CYNE
Got a lot of rhymes, lyrics
Sling no gimmicks
MCs, they go plead yo, they so timid
CYNE, we not borderline we pros in it
Our soul’s in it plus, we got foes grinning
While damn most spitting, our prose infinite
We rude boy rap soldiers with no limit
Now I must be entirely too fucking nice
That’s my right hand man Clyde
Graham be the Cise
I got the game on lock so hard, niggas
They can’t move
I float through notes while I cope
Stole it and choke you i’m so illness
Throw up this shit in a sentence
Making heads 360 when I sit down to finish
Master to the teachers
Skipped levels from an apprentice
It’s risky business motherfuckers
Fucking with realness i just killed it the
Microphone just sputtered
The speaker just uttered that
This one sick motherfucker (Alright)
I’m so on point
Turntable needles are jealous
Half-asses niggas make up my burger
Forgot no lettuce
Shook niggas are off-the-Richter
Taking my picture
So abrasive, soft niggas are getting blisters
Leave you in shambles your
Silly crew manhandled
So goddamn you the elephant
Logo will stamp you you can’t find me I’m a
Weapon of mass destruction
Never was in Iraq I’m right here
You motherfucker
I’m like Jason Bourne, armed
With a microphone, strutting
Globetrotter mic assassin can’t
Tell me nothing
I speak different languages you saying
"Can’t we just
All get along?" You’re dead wrong
‘cause I’m Notorious BIG
For making headlines whenever I sketch rhymes
East to the Westerners fear
They all respect i’m
Engaged in a lyrical war, Johnny Blazing
This Man got a Method
Your clan is half-amazing
Magnificent that’s what I am
And ladies love this
Brown-skinned nigga might make your
Lady blush like
I got a man like Kate, but she ain’t positive
If she’s feeling you or
Akin that’s so prerogative
So don’t be cruel now i
Murder with the ink and
Every little step, I take this nigga place
So I must be entirely too fucking nice
You could tell how I write
You could tell how they fight
Man, I must be entirely too fucking nice
You could tell how I write
You could tell how they fight