Kill The Music

Lyrics

Verse 1: Akin Yai Cheers here toast to oblivion I wrote a dope rhyme crying hurt by a simian Rice type low, nah I write slow Taking time to bear thoughts too a full moon show Go fresh off tour, still broke a boar Love hip hop though I love life more Board bond full heights, Mars look nice No left turn but damn I can't merge right My Catcher In the Rye, 916 Though all them wanna make art that's meaningful Scathed in ice, let triple axel well Low with the cokehead chick but the night and yell Help in the morning, I think I'm losing it Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is Yeah, yeah a nigga losing it Bible Belt misery, home is where illusion is Hook: Akin Yai Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music) Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music) Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music) Pipe dream kids on the block (they kill the music) Hold up, wait up, it's not dead Nuh uh, wait, hold up it's not dead Yo, hold up, it's not dead Never, nah, hold up, it's not dead Verse 2: Akin Yai & Cise Star Akin Yai They like uniform, what happened to the individual? Artists in repertoire are foul tryna pigeon hold Put MCing in the box (box) to see if they can market it Who am I slave to the drums, slang and oxidant That's word to the highest bidder Now put yours hands up Yeah, yeah, now put them hands up Cise Star Head off the pillow, young warrior never sleeping A new beginning of life's strife hitting the speaker He walk with the heavy brow Five Percenter on the throne World's he roamed alone music became his own now He be that golden child homie down (homie down) He be that know me now, writing down his thoughts with that super sound He is a lyricist, come on kick a rhyme again (come on kick a rhyme) People call him witnesses, piano and a violin Violence, nah nigga me is a higher prince Common sense mess with the struggle, just to pay the rent Oh shit, pay for my gas so I can go to class Fix my broken mask, get a job, pay my momma back (what) Sometimes the streets be calling he going (mercy) Businessman with a good job he going (mercy) Look at the little kid he crying he going (mercy) Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy) Sometimes the streets be calling he going (mercy) Businessman with a good job he going (mercy) Look at the little kid he crying he going (mercy) Everybody (mercy) the whole city (mercy) Hook: Akin Yai Ayo BET, MTV (they kill the music) Radio and wannabe thugs (who kill the music) Rap City, TRL (ya'll kill the music) Pipe dream kids on the block (they kill the music) Whoa, hold up, wait up, it's not dead Nuh uh, wait, hold up it's not dead Yo, hey, hold up, it's not dead Like