Lyrics Electric Blue - CYNE

Electric Blue

We are the milk crate raiders, keeping up on ya neighbors
The flavor that you savor, burning up like a laser
Here and now, I be the lock, load, Blooka Blooka Blao!
Thud and drop, the body getting down
I am the Stephen King of these lethal things
The people sing, putting life to a tomb, making ya ears ring
Catching the Holy Ghost, so we hope
Chewing on curry goat, putting grease stains on the lyrics we wrote
The coolest pachyderm to twist a verb
Sometimes he touch the herb, but mainly he sips, just to calm his nerves
And be that smooth nigga, cool water
And be that full finger dope, momma.
My sell, so please holla
And be that pop collar rogue scholar
And be that new kid—gimme some gin, a little tonic water
Taking a little sip and let it slip
I am banana clip—fully automatic, flyin' from the lip
‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blue
Seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue
Strap it to the battery—bang!
That’s what we do
Burnin' up ya amp.
Too bad, blowin' a fuse
A rap mogul?
Nah, nah, we transglobal
CYNE blowin' up ya spot—too hot just like Chernobyl
Fuck ya flashy rocks—we roll and stay noble
Peace to the fans.
Of course we love Grenoble
So breath to the rhythm, we banging Positronics
Transmit this—we Wave Radio College
It’s lights out but I remain in higher office
My speech halogen-bright, nice—this nigga awesome
‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blue
Seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue
Strap it to the battery—bang!
That’s what we do
Burnin' up ya amp.
Too bad, blowin' a fuse
Ayo, mic-nificent,.
Now I’m bringing honor
Where there’s glow in the dark art that I’m rhymin' with
‘88 style, baby.
It’s still futuristic
Florescent-lit brain waves stop for Einsteins
I’m that nigga, shine bright mista
Swept off her feet, gave her power when I kissed her
Yo, legendary rap missionary lost at whirlwind
Visionary wraith, future scary—will the world end?
Now or never, the sunshine weather
The storm blow way beyond, but nah, dog, I’m better
Yo, it’s Luke Skywalker, fire walker, Lord Palmer
Bullets in the blood.
Say ya sorry for the sauna
Cool and collected while you other fuckers restless
You listen to my record, then you wanna call corrections
Flee from the scene, then resume my regime
Flowing through ya circuit boards, vocal cords…
Flowing through ya internet, interject my intellect
Until the dead resurrect on DVD and cassette
Pick it up on Netflix, for the «Young and the Reckless»
Such an 80's baby, my Club stays Breakfast