Elephant Rome (feat. Daedalus) - CYNE, Daedelus

I heard Akin got the fiends copping real hop and been rocking

Shit hot since Kane, Rakim, Big, Pac and Reebok and

Rob Base’s «Takes Two».

Strikes hit in Beirut

Crackers in the White House and weak rap that make you

Recognize finally just why y’all rewinding me

Like Cube in the tape deck—bet that’s what the CYNE’ll be

Hardcore sonically, circa 80-now shit

All I see: suck—and fuck it.

I renounce this

Eight-man, hip hop gorilla, all-monkey type

Shit’s surreal—for real, I’m living in a twilight

Catch me if you can cause, man, I’m time bandit

Trapped in Jim Crow South with John Landis

Peace-love nigga, but damn.

I can’t stand this

I’d rather talk race, war, sex—that's quite candid

Cool nigga who figured I’d be the new nigga

No shame or guilt, though.

Casanova thrill—mo'

Ladies with they legs wide—goodbye to dildos

Yeah, goodbye to dildos

So what you want?

That music that bump?

Then give it up

For these two niggas at work and bet it up, fucka

Live on the set—that's us.

Elephant stomp

You little earthling chump.

And keep it moving like

Them boys don’t know how to stop.

So call the cop

Cause a New World Order—we are

Elephant Rome

Spark radiant, shine summer fire that works wonders

He ice-glass prism in the sun that blinds others

The serpent and the rainbow—he bright like Day-Glo

Colors within the black light a price to pay, though

He’s still like three assassins—stance of a dragon

With eyes of brown fire, he breathes with a passion

Deeper than coal mines—my mind is disaster

Fuck up shit like FEMA—no help for you bastards

Loves to pick fights with third world regimes

Adult Swim through wet dreams.

Final Fantasy king

Pilot without a jet jet-set, so who’s next?

Aviator with legal papers, walking the line—yes, yes

So what’s the reason?

It’s the focus and thesis

Creativity my deity—I worship uniqueness

Searching for peace tearing me into pieces

It’s smoke and mirrors—don't fall for cheap tricks

So what you want?

That music that bump?

Then give it up

For these two niggas at work and bet it up, fucka

Live on the set—that's us.

Elephant stomp

You little earthling chump.

And keep it moving like

Them boys don’t know how to stop.

So call the cop

Cause a New World Order—we are

Elephant Rome

To my family, I drift apart.

Can’t blame it on the art

This music I made my love.

I chose the life.

I was

A schoolboy, big dreaming.

Naïve youth gleaming

In me was old souls.

They begged to scroll poems

Inspired by Nasir Jones to write the life unknown

Break from robotic life.

Plus, I’m aquatic type

Free as spring water.

It’s like I gotta prove self

So I sing harder.

Hoping I’m understood

My time like see-saw.

Paradise

Slice night today and bring war.

Reality.

Therefore

Apologies will go to

Ife, Moji, and Kemi, hug my nephew

It’s been a minute

Damn, Rashid Lynn’s pen handed me ammo

To break out the jungle.

Rumble—I'm now Rambo

Rounds on my waistline—shoulder kids, scramble

Quick for the fix while you trap stars ramble

On your big yacht, big chain—kill sambo

Y’all awaited hip hop emancipated

MTV wack rap crack sedated

The souls of black folk sold for gold-plated

Ornament.

Man, peace hip hop belated

Peace hip hop belated