YC The Cynic - Halftime (Butcher Remix) Tribute lyrics

[Verse 1] We rap just to get pa**ed like blunts Grab a mask and duck, cause the cops racist on a manhunt I'm from a place where bullets better than your vaccination Your watch is worth an arm and leg expect an amputation Theres rush hour train traffic on my transportation My pores pouring radiation like a cancer patient Master ceremonies, Pastor Mase, Master Mason I hacked into your Bandcamp account and hit cancellation I did us all of favor. Hunts Point hall-of-famer Bronx savior. Led you to the archangel, Arcadia Bar for bar barricaded for my paraphernalia Poppa was probably balled and chained and called a failure There ain't no saints in my neighborhood I'm the lion on Noah's Ark, I'm letting y'all Negus live for the greater good Im exercising my pull until I'm Paid in full You Kevin Carroll cats is past prime. It's half time [Verse 2] It's like that. You know it's like that I got at him, now you'll never get the mic back They took the culture out the Bronx I brought it right back You see the cynic in your sight and you get side tracked Silence when I step in. You in a situation that you can't win Me and the mic are best friends, like Vegas poker gambling I'm in another league while coach is in the corner scrambling I don't take it easy often I'm a walking warning pamphlet Been running rampant. Opponents panic They f** with me but they ain't touching me they on some tantrics I snuck into the studio constructed this and vanished But luckily I covered up the damage picked locked and door handles I was always outstanding. But now I relax and strive I still couldn't name the members of Jackson 5 A 90s baby dropping j**els but you never listen With more kicks than the cabinet in grandmas kitchen In the zone, Nas spitting, Jay with his Samsung Jordan-esque Kobe rhythm. Leg kicking and one Gave you power stories of a handgun R is the god and Nas is god's son. Y is god's grandson Wired off the energy RVD leap frog, flying off a canopy Meeting with some PR, dying off my sanity Never tell me what the hell I cannot be You can never limit what you cannot see No limit. No game. No gimmick Y'all wouldn't know to recognize good with no cynic My Negus know a house ridden hallmark n***a Y's ending top 5. That's a ballpark figure Aw man I'm paying respects to one of the greatest And they ain't even give me 24 hours to make this Imagine what I could do in a whole careers time I can start a revolution when I rhyme. It's half time Shout outs to Nas YC The Cynic Boogie Down Bronx Aw man!