Escape - CYNE

Hold up, man.

Gotta be free

Hold up, man.

Gotta be me

Hold up, man.

Gotta stand up

Brush off ‘cause we gon' break through these

Fuck that.

Hold back.

Now get low

Don’t shit in my su-su-studio

We gon' rock to the top, keep it hot to the block

‘Til the people don’t stop.

Ha.

Get.

Go

How you feel about the up ‘til you get down?

Why you sound like a punk bitch?

Get grown

Gimme some links with them grits real quick, bitch

Ha ha.

New day—yes sir, get gone

Runaway to the runway, catch sun

Take off to exhaust while I twist one

Turn on to the song while I move through

Damn, can I move you?

Yes don’t question

New socks, new shirt, dirty dishes

New car, no gas—so vicious

Oh my god, oh my god, don’t you listen

No pot to piss in—Muslim, Christian

Same shit, new day—ain't nothing changed

New shit, same day—can you feel the pain?

Oh my god, oh my god, can you make a change

If I see this shit again, think I’mma go insane

When will these humans learn?

Empires crash and burn

A house of cards that’s built on sand will never ever work

Hush that.

What’s that?

So the truth hurts

Groundwork being laid for the world church

In the guise of love, we gon' give it up

Submit or fall, hear the bomb burst

(Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state

Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave

The girls, the boys got fire in the hole

School’s out.

Go play

They shooting, so move (And move. And move)

S’how we all caught in police state (walk or run)

You want to escape or pray?

(escape, escape)

Put God in the classroom—we're OK

Intelligent design

It’s the year of the boom box—turn off radio

Fight for apocalypse, shut down studio

Down studio, down studio, down studio

This is that 808 rap

We spit light, let sky crack

We see it.

Loophole where?

Gotta get that.

Come again—what?

Say it’s that 808 rap

We spit light, let sky crack

We see it.

Loophole where?

Gotta get that.

Come again—what?

Gotta get that.

Come again—what?

Too much too soon, and the ball drops

Not much, have not, and you call cops

Black bars, no sleep with the padlocks

«Let's get free.»

— small voice in the boondocks

Get right, get wrong—who the fuck knows?

Choose a side, pick a lie, and you make foes

Don’t like what you hear, then you close doors

I’mma na say how I feel ‘til you all know

(Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state

Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave

The girls, the boys got fire in the hole

School’s out.

Go play

They shooting, so move