Album: High Wire Act
Chorus:
I got a thing, I make the people sing and ease their minds,
With these rhymes
I wanna sing, The music make ya swing, and bring you high, in the sky/ The High Wire Act
My rhymes flow like a spring-Last chorus-
I got a thing make something for the people to make them sing
And they sing la de da, anda ease their mind eya deyinds, Yea.
I wanna sing make something for the people to make them dream, (dream big) and they sing adeya, and they ease their mind eya deyinds, Yea.
1st verse
Feel the Adrenalin/anticipate each step taken, sky high walkin before millions
The pressure is on to be dillignet/ It's equivalent to feel alone on an island like Gilligan's
But I keep my eyes on the prize and the vision plan/ To Inspire earthly civilians
what and I'ma climb till I'm high on the wire through the fire cuz I know it pays dividends
Yea, cause it feels good if you don't stumble come out the tunnel and rubble see the light when you finish fam
Yea, and that nothing turn into something, what you used to wonder is now abundantly sittin in ya hand
Excuse me, some don't know me so my bad for interruptin/ let me start off with a formal introduction
I'm CY, I specialize in rhyme, turn noise to production
Top Notch without corruption
2nd verse
I'm backwards flippin, acrobatical spittin, the judge grinning, Call it the flow excersise
like the Olympics, only difference it's words that I've written when feelin a track that's so nice
My act has risen, but the facts I'm given, when I'm singin, is something folks can't deny
I'm Jack the ripper/ Rip a track deliver a rhyme quicker, Then Sam I am when I rhyme
I start with a pen and clean page in hand/ rhymes sick, like I'm eatin green eggs and ham
Hit the lab with Phil, like we makin the band/ Toss seed in the field, and reap a wage from fans/ (yea)
The music hittin the walls, let it rumble
High up got humpty dumpty scared of the crumble
Rise up, Have to work, the last first stay humble
Light flash first before the thunder
Like Paul Bunyon/ chopped and screwed, follow the clues, swallow and chew, this music like funions
I wanna drop a tune/ so hot that you/ squinch ya face like ya eyes to a onion
I got this thing/ a talent a gift to make men sing
A universal language for strangers
It's called music/ I call it the High Wire Act, go cop the album it's a banger
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