Welcome to the Cyx
Red!
King Cy!
Nixx
Jayswarggs
Welcome to the Cyx
As a matter of fact
We might as well be called the Red Cyx
Originated from, when you add the words Cy & Nixx
Guess it's all started out in 1996
Back then when we was kids
We were good at everything
But really better at this
We were writing down, any words
Yeah on any paper
Then passing out
Like it's gas
Yeah, we got the vapor,
Then one day we decide to be a team
Like guillotine
cut these other niggas seams
Then stitch it back
Make It spell the Cyx Supreme
Biggie and Pac
Welcome to the greatest team.
With that, it seems
With the right amount of greater dreams
Just like machines
We penetrate the hardest things
The harder it seemed
Imagine being so far from all the scenes
7yrs later seemed Like a freaking plotted schemes
Shit, it came to me in a dream
The monster meets the beast, a priest is needed for the diseased
Baby, It's the Cyx
I remember it
Vis a viz FGC
Where prodigies meet up to eat up the beat
Return, Rinse, and repeat
That was in the early 'tens
Way Back in my teens
When men were jumping over a fence /ah damn it/
Just to get a win
In my defense, through my lens, I saw a Benz
down this road, if I only push it to the end
I ain't got time to pretend
I remember stabbing classes with hall passes that called me Ghost
That's all-access
It cleared the coast
we laid verses in a sparsely guarded scrapbook
that took all the stories of bras unhooked in it
In this story I mean,
I never told a word
a nigga was never holy
I call my shit holy/wholly of holies
Boys took a whole lot of trophies
low key
These days X is a little Smokey
If I keep this in, it'll choke me
Cy's got kids and dates a goalie
A keeper
It's ridiculous what genius can do when we get serious
Listen closely to the reapers
We a pair of heavy hitter vicars
I'm XO, the sick Cyx ripper
I've been in the scene
I've been like... I've been everywhere except here
I've been all red
Murdered without a filter
I
and Cy,
we're floating in your bloodstream
That's fucking high
Dopamine (dope, I mean) like a fix nothing can get between
It's a Red God thing
Ever seen anything that could come
between us and the evergreen dream
We seeing things that they couldn't think of, it's a scheme
It's the Red god Kings
You a red blood bitch
You wouldn't disrespect a
Real Red god spitting
It's our fucking city
Yeah it's our freaking town
Many haters, many haters
Tryna lock me down
Thanks be to God
That he didn't let us frown
Instead, we wore the crown
Then we fill up the town
Chasing bags chasing money
I gotta make it somehow now!
Look who's got the crown now
I tell them to bow down
When I'm in town
It's like everybody's won
Everybody wants a crown
We just came to spread the sound
They should hear about us cuz
if they don't, they should never doubt us cuz...
That ain't right...
Tell them RedCyx RedCyx
Tell that is RedCyx
We are the freaking RedCyx
Welcome to the Red Cyx
King Cy!
Nixx
Jayswarggs
Welcome to the Cyx
As a matter of fact
We might as well be called the Red Cyx
Originated from, when you add the words Cy & Nixx
Guess it's all started out in 1996
Back then when we was kids
We were good at everything
But really better at this
We were writing down, any words
Yeah on any paper
Then passing out
Like it's gas
Yeah, we got the vapor,
Then one day we decide to be a team
Like guillotine
cut these other niggas seams
Then stitch it back
Make It spell the Cyx Supreme
Biggie and Pac
Welcome to the greatest team.
With that, it seems
With the right amount of greater dreams
Just like machines
We penetrate the hardest things
The harder it seemed
Imagine being so far from all the scenes
7yrs later seemed Like a freaking plotted schemes
Shit, it came to me in a dream
The monster meets the beast, a priest is needed for the diseased
Baby, It's the Cyx
I remember it
Vis a viz FGC
Where prodigies meet up to eat up the beat
Return, Rinse, and repeat
That was in the early 'tens
Way Back in my teens
When men were jumping over a fence /ah damn it/
Just to get a win
In my defense, through my lens, I saw a Benz
down this road, if I only push it to the end
I ain't got time to pretend
I remember stabbing classes with hall passes that called me Ghost
That's all-access
It cleared the coast
we laid verses in a sparsely guarded scrapbook
that took all the stories of bras unhooked in it
In this story I mean,
I never told a word
a nigga was never holy
I call my shit holy/wholly of holies
Boys took a whole lot of trophies
low key
These days X is a little Smokey
If I keep this in, it'll choke me
Cy's got kids and dates a goalie
A keeper
It's ridiculous what genius can do when we get serious
Listen closely to the reapers
We a pair of heavy hitter vicars
I'm XO, the sick Cyx ripper
I've been in the scene
I've been like... I've been everywhere except here
I've been all red
Murdered without a filter
I
and Cy,
we're floating in your bloodstream
That's fucking high
Dopamine (dope, I mean) like a fix nothing can get between
It's a Red God thing
Ever seen anything that could come
between us and the evergreen dream
We seeing things that they couldn't think of, it's a scheme
It's the Red god Kings
You a red blood bitch
You wouldn't disrespect a
Real Red god spitting
It's our fucking city
Yeah it's our freaking town
Many haters, many haters
Tryna lock me down
Thanks be to God
That he didn't let us frown
Instead, we wore the crown
Then we fill up the town
Chasing bags chasing money
I gotta make it somehow now!
Look who's got the crown now
I tell them to bow down
When I'm in town
It's like everybody's won
Everybody wants a crown
We just came to spread the sound
They should hear about us cuz
if they don't, they should never doubt us cuz...
That ain't right...
Tell them RedCyx RedCyx
Tell that is RedCyx
We are the freaking RedCyx
Welcome to the Red Cyx
Credits
Writer(s): Kingcy Nixx
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