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negus - yc the cynic lyrics

[intro]
i ride for my negus, die for my negus (x4)

[verse 1]
public enemy of rap, welcome to the terror dome
running from police i keep a couple different telephones
plotted to be popping, the apostles was a stepping stone
now i make the laws and have that muddaf-cka set in stone
maybe, its different lately
i’m shaking hands and kissing babies, this sh-t is crazy
im laying hands on leading ladies, tibetan reiki
i lent a hand rebuilding haiti, you building hades
my flying pegasus awaits me. them peasants going nowhere fast
sinners try to throw a stone, worshipping a golden calf
3 wise men bestowing gold, egypt built the coldest cat
these rappers be going gold, im wrapped in a golden cast
spirits in a golden flask
prelacy opposed to drinking the potion
pouring more than edgar allan poe, it’s poetry in motion
it isn’t easy being the chosen
you can ask the sphinx what happens to a motherf-cking cat that pokes his nose in

[hook:]
for my negus
my negus negus, my negus negus
for my negus
my negus negus, my negus negus
for my negus
my negus negus, my negus negus
for my negus
my negus negus, my negus negus
i’ll ride for my negus, die for my negus
i’ll ride for my negus, die for my negus
i’ll ride for my negus, die for my negus
i’ll ride for my negus, die for my negus

[verse 2:]
picture langston flipping language dipped in royal garbs
marcus garvey did the garden in embroidered scarves
politicians tried to hop the fence and fought the gods
tossed from zion all we sighted was a fallen star
listen, ive made my wishes
but stolen gold and scolded women, my sh-ts afflicted
i’m going cold and growing distant, i’ve gone the distance
saw the unknown and wasn’t flinching, ive grown indifferent
i’m on a mission
i’mma beat this beat til it caves in
make my team full of made men
you tryna look up for a sp-ceship, we tryna catch up to the cavemen
still got 2 hands on the slaveships
we modern day slaves i’m not a free man but i’m a freemason
as if that made sense
got a mob that’s underrated
got a job that’s understated
bout to rob the over paid i tookem hostage over wages
had a plan to crash the database and hack the national bank
i’ll give it back to black owned businesses support our own creations

[hook: x2]

- yc the cynic lyrics

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