Electric Blue - CYNE

We are the milk crate raiders, keeping up on ya neighbors

The flavor that you savor, burning up like a laser

Here and now, I be the lock, load, Blooka Blooka Blao!

Thud and drop, the body getting down

I am the Stephen King of these lethal things

The people sing, putting life to a tomb, making ya ears ring

Catching the Holy Ghost, so we hope

Chewing on curry goat, putting grease stains on the lyrics we wrote

The coolest pachyderm to twist a verb

Sometimes he touch the herb, but mainly he sips, just to calm his nerves

And be that smooth nigga, cool water

And be that full finger dope, momma.

My sell, so please holla

And be that pop collar rogue scholar

And be that new kid—gimme some gin, a little tonic water

Taking a little sip and let it slip

I am banana clip—fully automatic, flyin' from the lip

‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blue

Seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue

Strap it to the battery—bang!

That’s what we do

Burnin' up ya amp.

Too bad, blowin' a fuse

A rap mogul?

Nah, nah, we transglobal

CYNE blowin' up ya spot—too hot just like Chernobyl

Fuck ya flashy rocks—we roll and stay noble

Peace to the fans.

Of course we love Grenoble

So breath to the rhythm, we banging Positronics

Transmit this—we Wave Radio College

It’s lights out but I remain in higher office

My speech halogen-bright, nice—this nigga awesome

‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blue

Seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue

Strap it to the battery—bang!

That’s what we do

Burnin' up ya amp.

Too bad, blowin' a fuse

Ayo, mic-nificent,.

Now I’m bringing honor

Where there’s glow in the dark art that I’m rhymin' with

‘88 style, baby.

It’s still futuristic

Florescent-lit brain waves stop for Einsteins

I’m that nigga, shine bright mista

Swept off her feet, gave her power when I kissed her

Yo, legendary rap missionary lost at whirlwind

Visionary wraith, future scary—will the world end?

Now or never, the sunshine weather

The storm blow way beyond, but nah, dog, I’m better

Yo, it’s Luke Skywalker, fire walker, Lord Palmer

Bullets in the blood.

Say ya sorry for the sauna

Cool and collected while you other fuckers restless

You listen to my record, then you wanna call corrections

Flee from the scene, then resume my regime

Flowing through ya circuit boards, vocal cords…

Flowing through ya internet, interject my intellect

Until the dead resurrect on DVD and cassette

Pick it up on Netflix, for the «Young and the Reckless»

Such an 80's baby, my Club stays Breakfast