Nicers - CYNE

Slick body cools, move gravel on the side

Grind nine to five as if some petty crime

Stop on the time and flip lemons and limes

Stay fresh to the death and steps into the CYNE

Tastes like water, you is heavenly father

Never lost my hair so never needing a barber

The wall can’t stop me, baby, so why bother?

So bust Hollywood, I’ll move to Valhalla

Crazy, amazing, still life’s a painting

Picasso a fossil, Michelangelo save me

Pain all around.

My God, the gods crazy

Zeus ran the juice with shock, but Pac’s angry

Oh did he hold it?

Watch and wonder shows it

He more like Thor with whores and through the motions

Yes I sip PBR in the mornings

Tanqueray and juices makes the truth flawless

Grey like goose, I’m loose so beg pardon

Everyday’s Saturday

He’s out of the office!

Night life like Anime.

Do the Bartman

Raddest shit, baddest shit—ask Cartman

Nutty as Cudi, right?

For dead presidents, I pledge no allegiance

Meaning?

I’m now a resident

It’s sick with the liquid ink, son of a linguist

Way too cunning for y’all, I’ll extinguish

Petty flame, everything, find the pop shit

It must be illusion so grand, it’s microscopic

Rep West Africa—home to many prophets

Courts with big dicks prescribe plain logic

Home of the wisest, Pulitzer’s for prizes

Did he come fuck with that?

I’ll advise you

Lowlifes to roll like some broke-ass socialites

Party over here.

Haha, it’s all right

Fucka!

Yes we gone pop the shit if they want it

Rappers on looseless makes the truth flawless

Grey like goose, I’m loose so beg pardon

Everyday’s Saturday

He’s out of the office!

Yes, baby, I’m matching.

I’m so polo classic

Like Johnny Walker with his Walkman blasting

Dianetics, so my engrams are better

Bordello especial—we relapse together

So, yes, with double fist.

Don’t go ask me for shit

‘Cause everything you get, you gotta work hard for it

In my Solo Cup, mix the shit that’s luscious

Got a direct hit on your battleship

Damn, he a phantom, so Cobra Commander

He drunk as a skunk, Bacardi, yo, in the Fanta

Look at him dancing, get at me honey

Haha, I’m such a Casanova