Cyne - Awakening lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Star] I am Adidas original, deep like a negro spiritual Be at the podium, a dope individual Speaking my mind line for line. What's happening? It's rerun, holding the gun, so "Aye, captain" Listen up for the fisticuffs—it's Training Day So light the match and watch the blaze, okay? For real, son. What's the deal, hon? Selling yourself short like a Porsche on hub caps I'm all wax. Listen up, you titty f** Is you ready for change? Not nickels and dimes, punk Sorry for being vulgar. I'm not sober Irritated at those that think the game is over And still a lot to fight for since '04 Don't take it in the back on your knees like coke who*es Stand up! Break the chains and handcuffs You ain't a stupid b**h like them chicks in Bang Bus This be a brand new day A brave new world so see through the haze This be the season of the media craze Listen up, become a audio slave [Hook: Cise Star and Akin] Into a momentary trance, we ain't sleeping—we are Well awake and quite in tune with the rhythm—I am The rebel, the treble, the voice, the noise, and this is The moment of rhyme, the time to CYNE, and I am [Verse 2: Akin] Kinda like water—silent journey so fluid Into another world. Stay mute, but yet fluid, moving Forth. Speak, serving as a paradigm Into a life, I lead a lifestyle [and rea**ert?] I'm Maybe one in a million. I'm one of four children Defying the odds—I'm out building Big blocks on the pavement for days When it rains and my luck run out, I can't pay rent I start gazing at stars—it's amazing How everything's aligned. Sometimes, I spend days in Like "f** going out." We're art. I'm showing Clyde Dropped out of school, but cool—never showing doubt Coverage under fire. Most men are liars They never sold crack or no dope suppliers I don't need to sell that in my rhyme, though Crack k** black male quick or he die slow Or locked in a cell with plans, but can't prevail It's summertime and damn, the block is hot as hell But evolution came, awakening the pain Peace, love, and happiness is strange when they feel the same [Verse 3: Cise Star] I am the redeemer, rejuvenating self in the speaker So follow the leader. I got Growing Pains like Ben Seaver So feed the meter—the levels overshadow believers Not overly meager. My head dreadlocks—nappy receivers Receive reasoning, salt-in-the-wound seasoning Getting up in the morning and hoping that you believe in me Awakening, making me focus from the [eighties?] See, maybe we just need to get up to make a scene [Hook: Cise Star and Akin] (x4) Into a momentary trance, we ain't sleeping—we are Well awake and quite in tune with the rhythm—I am The rebel, the treble, the voice, the noise, and this is The moment of rhyme, the time to CYNE, and I am