[Verse 1: Akin]
Ayyo, I'm chillin' in my b-boy stance—stage of the fans
Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants
It's funny—your nature revolves around money
I wake up in the morning, thank God my sky is sunny
Every day is blessed. With or without stress
I refrain from being brain numb from smokin' cess
I escape the West. Somebody died October 1st
My grandmother spoke to me—now I control the worst
I got a bolder verse. I'm sick of battlin'
I'm travelin' beyond this. Who wants this
Revolutionary conquest? I bless Garveyism
My Channel stay Live and we spark "Mad Izm"
People no joke. My song strong like a soul folk
While you go broke, hold your ice. The rap poltergeist
Here to bring colder nights. People wake up
Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up
[Hook: Akin]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway
[Verse 2: Akin]
I abuse words to vocalize
My life's trife but I mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot
Yo, my grammar shot—it leaves scars
Weak stars flee to Mars. They can't cope
I stay afloat like my name was [“Elián's tow?”]
What y'all expect though? I'm far from the every day
These rap cats out to find dope in every way. I'm hot and raw
I'm too professional, I can't miss—I knock 'em all
Yo, why brawl when I'm already king? That's not logic
I'd rather maintain—I spit flame for profit
I lust war, so of course I'm all in it
I'm not Master P but a soldier with no limit
My soul's tinted. So [why n' I?] make sure the beast
Can't see Akin when it's time for the war
Look, I'm the worst. I curse the verse that made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse
[Hook: Akin]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway