Lyrics Just Say No - CYNE

Just Say No

Hot in the name of no don but Bishop Tutu
We make «Planet Rock» neo-Zulu
Nation at loss.
Oh gosh.
Who boss?
Who knew
We’re all Tony Danzas dancing for Angela?
Angela, Pamela, Renee
I love ya and from around the way
I stay in your project, hood, or tenement
The rubberband man stand, count Benjamin
Hail Washington, bullet hole Kennedy
Their rap comatose—nigga, we got remedy
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
That Nelly shit sucks.
Little girls, don’t buy it
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
They underground, stagnant—too scared to move
So I’mma rock back and «Lean Wit It»
That music like crack—kill black self esteem.
Get it?
We’ve been dancing for too long
My feet hurt, plus my back ain’t too strong
If it ain’t young, it’s Young Sleazy
Money don’t kill the game.
Y’all believe me?
Cause
Everybody up in the club but don’t dance
Bitches wanna fuck for cost.
I won’t pay, got
Money in the bank—this time we getting paid right
E Je Ka Jo
Sometimes, I rhyme slow.
Sometimes, I rhyme quick
Turn on the radio, then damn.
I get sick
Every 10 minutes be the same playlist
With these doo-doo-ass rappers and they speaker-spell hits
Fuck that shit.
My stereo’s gonna quit
Playing tired-ass rhymes out your painted-white lips
Money now, but you still act a fool
Doing Dr. Seuss rhymes and your label Playskool
Fuck this shit.
I’m a grown-ass man
Doing grown-ass things as I god damn can
While you cop chains, I’mma buy me some land
While you sit on 24s, I’mma build with my fans
Giving you the real shit—shit you can deal with
Listen on the corner while the plane hit the building
CYNE mixtapes for the women and the children
One per person.
Play it in your churches
E Je Ka Jo
I strayed from the life surreal, but I’mma give
All y’all a piece of my mind, so word—live
Smile a little, prince.
Be king
Today, sheep rule