Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cynikaliosis, artist - Chords. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cynikaliosis |
| Might be a little cynical at times, |
| But I feel I earned that right throughout the years, you know |
| Now It might sound a little bit bleak |
| When I speak on the Mic |
| Like I’m in the shadow creeping like a thief in the night |
| But the thought pops up that it all comes down to |
| Who got muscle, who got hustle when it all comes round |
| Cause the bigger the gun seems, the bigger the payoff |
| And every player out there’s, quitting his day job |
| To get a piece of pie, a spoon full of gravy |
| Cruise a Mercedes, home to a room full of Ladies |
| Understand, it has a rubber band-effect |
| And it’s coming back to get all the money you collected |
| And when it does, man, it’s stings on the rewind |
| Can’t cut corners, no such thing as a free ride |
| Caught you a break, so you thought it was safe |
| But all the mistakes you made got you lost in the race, man |
| I used to doubt it, now I’m all about it |
| Show your peace-signs, turn it up a little louder, like |
| Doctor, give me my prognosis |
| Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis |
| I was feeling fine till yesterday |
| Maybe you and I should focus |
| Cynikaliosis |
| Feeding us the lie, we never wait |
| Now people don’t react, we just sleep on the fact |
| That the blood is in the street, knee-deep in Iraq |
| Our politicians up and told us — step aside cause it’s fight night |
| Media they kept us mesmerized by the bright lights |
| Government — headed up by borderline psycho (wow) |
| What good is freedom if it’s only for white folks (damn) |
| This ain’t no wrestle mania, man |
| Unless your residence is on Pennsylvania Ave |
| It’s like the wild, wild west |
| Where the marshal is the outlaw |
| Ducked when he swung, but he caught you with his south paw |
| The shit is giving me a ulcerdoe |
| All these free-masons mixed up with skulls and bones |
| All these white-collar crooks get their business poppin |
| And all you do is think about your Christmas shopping |
| Well, grab what you can, but don’t let it fool you |
| See the mans got a plan, and it doesn’t include you, like |
| Doctor, give me my prognosis |
| Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis |
| I was feeling fine till yesterday |
| Maybe you and I should focus |
| Cynikaliosis |
| Feeding us the lie, we never wait |
| You can take the shoes of my feet and move it along |
| I won’t loose any sleep over nothing that small |
| But don’t take my mind of what’s right and what’s wrong |
| See, we need our vision to see where we going |
| And I know, and I know it’s about time and the money and the money and time |
| Working man at his house saying: honey I’m trying |
| To get you everything you want, outrunning the line |
| Nine-to-five, night shifts, till one of us dies |
| So you can look like Kate Blanchet or Scarlett Johansen |
| Parade around the block in the hottest new fashion |
| Million-dollar smile while you shop at the mall |
| While I wait around the house for the doctor to call, |
| And say: |
| -Hello? |
| -Mister Reisch. |
| I’m afraid a have some bad news for you. |
| -Ugh, ok. |
| -Well, the test results are back and quite frankly, it ain’t looking to good |
| -Wait, whats wrong? |
| -It's a dismount prognosis for you. |
| -Ok. |
| -Yeah, very bad to say the least. |
| Doctor, give me my prognosis |
| Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis |
| I was feeling fine till yesterday |
| Maybe you and I should focus |
| Feeding us the lie, we never wait |