CYNE - This Year lyrics

Behead the dragon this year
I’m showing no fear
I juxtapose change like I rose
With a new year (meaning)
My resolution is like
No more pledging to demons
I’m aligned with mics
That braving the storm for combat
Y’all better be warned
Taking eagles out the sky
Shit that better be bombs
And better be armed with propaganda
Striking and launch
More despair spark the skylines than
Night that is dark the death you wait
No breath to take no breath to take
Eagle blown clone troops to flake this year
I got a better plan nope, no Beretta, man
It’s 360-plus five ways to
Change the weather, and
Flip the forecast, let sunshine and broadcast
Beauty through your idiot box let's rock
Dave made the hot shit now we rock
Dave made the hot shit now we rock ‘cause

Yeah we get it on this year
Evolution take form to go beyond this year
(this year, this year)
A lot of goals this year
No holes and dough to break bread this year
(this year) who want it all this year?
Who want liberty, equality for all this year?
(this year) yeah
We get it all this year for real
CYNE we get it all this year

It’s for the broke man stride
Juggling pain with pride
Yo, my words worth a mill, but damn
So is a lie it’s shitty
While pelican fly right through your city
When I’m airborne
Maritime skies got me shivering torn
Pawns broke from open warzones
I’m caught in a rapture blast
That better duck holmes it’s real
I seen the devil in his blue suit
World in his palm look dumber
Than the Goof Troop shit
And y’all believe in his throne

I’m saying
You could label me angry anti patriot
A runaway who don’t believe the
Hype just like an atheist
But all with a gift i speak words with help
Type is the mic in my hand it's sign shift
Battles afar won and lost a high call

Noose on your neck
You thinking that shine had got respect
Blood on your back i’m eating this track
I’m thanking, Speck and
Enoch and Cise Starr for repping the music
And I now vow shall never abuse it

Blowing a fuse
A needle type, holding the groove
We be them two black dudes
Spitting rhythm and blues
Fuck an inauguration
We got soldiers dying in foreign nations
40 million dollars
But they got no body armour
Sending my best friends, family
And all my loved ones
Commander-in chief, but you never used a gun
Your hand softer than mine
But ending they lives
Of all the those young men
Before they God-given time disgusting
I’m just a little voice hoping
That you hear me clear
I’m fighting my own way for
Things I hold dear i love ya homie
Damn, man, you make it through
They got you over there
But damn don’t let it change you
This year, I’m gonna see joys in pain
Happiness through the hurt
The sunshine after the rain
I give it my all and send it to God
Hoping this year we changing it all
This year, this year
I’m gonna live on my heart, holmes
And give it to God
Cause, and keeping it strong so (this year)
This year, hold it down from the start
Futuristic shit, state of the art this year
This year