Tragic

Текст песни Cyne - Tragic

Tragic Lyrics[Verse 1: Akin]
Ayyo
I’m chilling in my b-boy stance, stage of the fans
Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants
It’s funny.  Your nature revolves around money
I wake up in the morning, thank God my sky is sunny
Every day is blessed.  With or without stress
I refrain from being brain numb from smoking cess
I escape the West.  Somebody died October 1st
My grandmother spoke to me, now I control the worst
I got a bolder verse, I’m sick of battling
I’m traveling beyond this.  Who wants this
Revolutionary conquest?  I bless Garveyism
My Channel stay Live and we spark “Mad Izm”
People no joke.  My song strong like a soul folk
While you go broke, hold your ice.  The rap poltergeist
Here to bring colder nights.  People, wake up
Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up
[Hook: Akin]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE, we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway

[Verse 2: Akin]
I abuse words to vocalize.  My life’s trife, but
I’ll mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot, yo
My grammar’s shot, it leaves scars.  Weak stars flee
To Mars, they can’t cope.  I stay afloat like
My name was Elián’s too—what’d y’all expect though
I’m far from the everyday.  These rap cats out
To find dope in every way.  I’m hot and raw, I’m too
Professional, I can’t miss—I knock ‘em all.  Yo, why
Brawl when I’m already king?  That’s not logic
I’d rather maintain, I spit flame for profit
I lust war, so of course I’m all in it
I’m not Master P but a soldier with no limit
My soul’s tinted, so I and I make sure the beast
Can’t see Akin when it’s time for the war.  Look, I’m
The worst.  I cursed the verse that made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse
[Hook: Akin]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE, we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway1