Kill the Music - CYNE

Verse 1: Akin Yai

Cheers here toast to oblivion

I wrote a dope rhyme crying hurt by a simian

Rice type low, nah I write slow

Taking time to bear thoughts too a full moon show

Go fresh off tour, still broke a boar

Love hip hop though I love life more

Board bond full heights, Mars look nice

No left turn but damn I can’t merge right

My Catcher In the Rye, 916

Though all them wanna make art that’s meaningful

Scathed in ice, let triple axel well

Low with the cokehead chick but the night and yell

Help in the morning, I think I’m losing it

Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is

Yeah, yeah a nigga losing it

Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is

Hook: Akin Yai

Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music)

Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music)

Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music)

Pipe dream kids on the block (they kill the music)

Hold up, wait up, it’s not dead

Nuh uh, wait, hold up it’s not dead

Yo, hold up, it’s not dead

Never, nah, hold up, it’s not dead

Verse 2: Akin Yai & Cise Star

Akin Yai

They like uniform, what happened to the individual?

Artists in repertoire are foul tryna pigeon hold

Put MCing in the box (box) to see if they can market it

Who am I slave to the drums, slang and oxidant

That’s word to the highest bidder

Now put yours hands up

Yeah, yeah, now put them hands up

Cise Star

Head off the pillow, young warrior never sleeping

A new beginning of life’s strife hitting the speaker

He walk with the heavy brow Five Percenter on the throne

World’s he roamed alone music became his own now

He be that golden child homie down (homie down)

He be that know me now, writing down his thoughts with that super sound

He is a lyricist, come on kick a rhyme again (come on kick a rhyme)

People call him witnesses, piano and a violin

Violence, nah nigga me is a higher prince

Common sense mess with the struggle, just to pay the rent

Oh shit, pay for my gas so I can go to class

Fix my broken mask, get a job, pay my momma back (what)

Sometimes the streets be calling he going (mercy)

Businessman with a good job he going (mercy)

Look at the little kid he crying he going (mercy)

Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy)

Sometimes the streets be calling he going (mercy)

Businessman with a good job he going (mercy)

Look at the little kid he crying he going (mercy)

Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy)

Hook: Akin Yai

Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music)

Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music)

Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music)

Pipe dream kids on the block (they kill the music)

Whoa, hold up, wait up, it’s not dead

Nuh uh, wait, hold up it’s not dead

Yo, hey, hold up, it’s not dead

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