Team Backpack - Locksmith, Cyhi The Prynce | Cypher lyrics

[Locksmith] Let's have a conversation Let's find a common combination Between financial conservation And seeking compensation You know Money and information is how you conquer nations Whoever controls one - controls both So what's the consolation? A fabrication A cynical aberration A generation who can't fill out an application Without an application A fascist nation Who shoots all minorities The more you plead, the more you bleed The more they feed authority The morally right wing is [?] We don't condone with [?] Every tone elapsed Is a blow To a broken bone and fracture The music game is the same; They wanna control the stature Prince and Micheal Jackson died Who benefits and who owns the masters? The puppeteers Are pulling the public's ears We let a murderer walk free So he could auction off his gun to peers It's like the system's corruption Has reached another tier We progress Some of you rappers are pulling us back a hundred years Nothing is fact They're drumming up fear [?] And the scum wanna be To be the new summit The dumber you've done it [?] Immigrant laws [?] Due eminent flaws they're closing us in Claiming they' illegal aliens While stealing the land We've stolen from them See capitalism is capping the visions Of people who lack what is missing Giving the equal advantage To people that manage [?] Break for a city where tragedy strikes Send out a tweet like you actually might Really do something It teaches you nothing Just ten minutes later you'll have a new Iphone People say they care for the [?] See the lustful, some greater [?] we are cutthroat If you put on display Then you see what I say Is a threat to the whole constructo People are [?] the fiend Searching for meaning We lead on the lean [?] tell us We're struggling for balance They poison our dreams I see it clear I reject those ties Learn how to breath And expect your lies [?] Yo, listen I'm not done Look And let it devour you wuss 'Cause you rather do listen to rappers who lie Pay no allegiance to lyrics The beat is the sh** When you turn up the mute in your mind [?] I ain't the one like [?] in his prime One person die They blame the whole genre They say the music [?] a crime But maybe there's a point here [?] Think about the sh** that you're bumping it with And the dudes that you choose to annoy here Yeah Maybe it's k**ing your soul Maybe it's stuck in your veins Maybe we'll never be free Maybe you're happy in chains Make some noise Team Backpack [Cyhi the Prynce] Team Backpack what's happenin'? I said: "Team Backpack NYC what's happenin'!?" Say: "Go Cyhi, go Cyhi, go!" (Go Cyhi, go Cyhi, go!) -- I got Gas in the car But the needle's still on E [?] I need twenty on pup three Huh, me? While you be on the ground like Bambi In the concrete With your feet covered in concrete Off the coast of Palm Beach While I'm twisiting this palm tree Huh, speaking of poems The Pistol's in arm reach So that means I'm running 'round with that b**h Like it's prom week I'm beyond street Grew up around Jay Like I'm Donnnn C Huh, y'all acting like I wasn't gon' come prepared tonight This ain't my first Gig This more like the Terabyte Since a kid I've viewed life as a paradise Y'all didn't get it: I view life as a Pair-of-Dice Try not to crap out Bagging work with the strap out Chopper on the floor Gucci mane in the trap house Some n***as tried to rop me [?] But some people lost their lives So that ain't nothing to laugh 'bout [?] Profiting done properly You owe me like Monopoly n***a, I'm on your property Bullet [?] Shawty, you know the policy Took a n***a' elbows Now that's an arm robbery Ghostface on camera All you see is the wallabees [?] Y'all just getting guns n***a, we own the archery [?] me If I shoot your a** from across the street (Zoompf!) [?] k**ing them softenly William Shakespear told me to be or not to be Thou shall not hate That's always been my philosophy Don't call me Cyhi no more Call me Cyhocrates Jay hit me up like: "Cyhi I want the album" Huh, and I don't even got a title on the album I said Jay hit me up like: "Tidal want the album", sh** I don't even got a title or the album Still f**ing with my ex I feel like my brother Malcom Imma have to turn m**m I don't see no other outcome I'm eating oysters with a b**h [?] Who knew this oyster on my wrist Was an Aphrodisiac My flow so NYC I might bring [?] back With the new Yeesy packs And the green Luigi hat But the album on the way I ain't none of these rappers breathing me Hiphop is soul music Y'all didn't know I was half-Korean Team backpack