Cyrus Cylinder
Cyrus cylinder
Older than derringer
Free me like Dillinger
Woah
Woah
Feel like a prisoner
With no goddamn visitor
When I step in the booth singin'
Cyrus cylinder
Cyrus cylinder
Woah
Cyrus cylinder
Cyrus cylinder
Woah
Bitch I'm woke
Yeah I'm broke but so was Jesus
Skin like coal
Gotta cope with existential crisis
Smoke? You want smoke?
Ego taking over soul
Dreams are taking over goals
Choking? What?
I don't throw, I overthrow
Freedom tatted in my throat
Fighting for freedom in Babylone
They hatin' on me for my name alone
Kick on the mic like a stallion
When I stand in the booth, I stand alone
Get hit in the ring that's my blood
Ink on the paper that's my blood
French and Italian
Egyptian, Iranian
A mix of this world's in my blood
Homie 'bout to step in my zone
500 BC that's my throne
I said 500 BC that's my throne
I'm doing this shit for my own
Man I started from nowhere
I'm still headed nowhere
I don't give a damn 'bout the hot or the cold air
Any weather, you name it
I'm still heading there with a cold heart and hot head
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Let me take you back to when the glitter wasn't gold
6 figures no revolver, was I too involved?
Man I gotta evolve
This music thing won't work
That's what my mind tellin' me
But my heart ain't gon' church
My heart won't pump the words
When you talkin' shit
I hear all you sayin' when you talkin' shit
I ain't dissing, if I was you wouldn't be talkin' still
Matter fact homie, why you standin' still?
It's hard to stay humble when you feel like the greatest
Hard to stay calm when you see 'em degrade us
Bow down, I'm an activist but call me your highness
Bipolar, bicolour, bye holla at Cyrus
She said she likes my green eyes
Egyptian lookin' gene prize
She covered up with red flags
Communist, she got no class
No class today
I graduated, okay
Did it help with anything?
I'm feeling dumber today
I have free man syndrome
Post-US symptoms
Safety or freedom?
Huey or Lincoln?
Break my heart today
Better not think twice
Break my trust again
Better not blink twice
I was a daddy way before my first kid
Way before my first beard
I was blowin up beats
Way before the first date
Way before I first pay
She wanna play me like Kim
Like Ye or Shady, wanna play me like them
No apologies, mixed anthropology
Growin' casualties, street immunology
Oppressed and oppressor
Imam or the pastor?
Press down 'till they stomp me
Pop me, play me way beyond measure
Weigh me on pressure
I got plans way beyond pleasures
Way beyond treasures
I'm getting there however
Whoever, wherever, whenever, whatever
You pick 'em mothefucker
I'll knock 'em out like Holyfield Evander
Mary had a baby and the lord was his father
Brenda's got a baby but the baby got no father
Same ol' same ol'
Thinkin' Jesus was white
Same ol' same ol'
Thinkin' Mary was white
She was indigenous
Man we is all indigenous
Closing up the borders but we forget we all immigrants
I maybe so insolent, playin' on my instruments
But the Cylinder taught me
Even human rights are instruments
On this road I walk alone
No one to care, no hand to hold
Ran like a slave up on this road
To sit reigning on my throne
Here I am
Once again
It's just you and me
And on this road
I'm with my paper
Left the AK back at home
Could shoot homies for a wager
But I'm giving to my own
Here I am
Once again
It's just you and me
Older than derringer
Free me like Dillinger
Woah
Woah
Feel like a prisoner
With no goddamn visitor
When I step in the booth singin'
Cyrus cylinder
Cyrus cylinder
Woah
Cyrus cylinder
Cyrus cylinder
Woah
Bitch I'm woke
Yeah I'm broke but so was Jesus
Skin like coal
Gotta cope with existential crisis
Smoke? You want smoke?
Ego taking over soul
Dreams are taking over goals
Choking? What?
I don't throw, I overthrow
Freedom tatted in my throat
Fighting for freedom in Babylone
They hatin' on me for my name alone
Kick on the mic like a stallion
When I stand in the booth, I stand alone
Get hit in the ring that's my blood
Ink on the paper that's my blood
French and Italian
Egyptian, Iranian
A mix of this world's in my blood
Homie 'bout to step in my zone
500 BC that's my throne
I said 500 BC that's my throne
I'm doing this shit for my own
Man I started from nowhere
I'm still headed nowhere
I don't give a damn 'bout the hot or the cold air
Any weather, you name it
I'm still heading there with a cold heart and hot head
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Let me take you back to when the glitter wasn't gold
6 figures no revolver, was I too involved?
Man I gotta evolve
This music thing won't work
That's what my mind tellin' me
But my heart ain't gon' church
My heart won't pump the words
When you talkin' shit
I hear all you sayin' when you talkin' shit
I ain't dissing, if I was you wouldn't be talkin' still
Matter fact homie, why you standin' still?
It's hard to stay humble when you feel like the greatest
Hard to stay calm when you see 'em degrade us
Bow down, I'm an activist but call me your highness
Bipolar, bicolour, bye holla at Cyrus
She said she likes my green eyes
Egyptian lookin' gene prize
She covered up with red flags
Communist, she got no class
No class today
I graduated, okay
Did it help with anything?
I'm feeling dumber today
I have free man syndrome
Post-US symptoms
Safety or freedom?
Huey or Lincoln?
Break my heart today
Better not think twice
Break my trust again
Better not blink twice
I was a daddy way before my first kid
Way before my first beard
I was blowin up beats
Way before the first date
Way before I first pay
She wanna play me like Kim
Like Ye or Shady, wanna play me like them
No apologies, mixed anthropology
Growin' casualties, street immunology
Oppressed and oppressor
Imam or the pastor?
Press down 'till they stomp me
Pop me, play me way beyond measure
Weigh me on pressure
I got plans way beyond pleasures
Way beyond treasures
I'm getting there however
Whoever, wherever, whenever, whatever
You pick 'em mothefucker
I'll knock 'em out like Holyfield Evander
Mary had a baby and the lord was his father
Brenda's got a baby but the baby got no father
Same ol' same ol'
Thinkin' Jesus was white
Same ol' same ol'
Thinkin' Mary was white
She was indigenous
Man we is all indigenous
Closing up the borders but we forget we all immigrants
I maybe so insolent, playin' on my instruments
But the Cylinder taught me
Even human rights are instruments
On this road I walk alone
No one to care, no hand to hold
Ran like a slave up on this road
To sit reigning on my throne
Here I am
Once again
It's just you and me
And on this road
I'm with my paper
Left the AK back at home
Could shoot homies for a wager
But I'm giving to my own
Here I am
Once again
It's just you and me
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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