Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill the Music , by - CYNE. Release date: 25.10.2007
Song language: English
Kill the Music |
| 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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