Cyne - Opera lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] I fight grimy Grey smoke, young folk behind me Stool pigeon mocked, got shot untimely Nine miles of running. He only had another left Say, "Hello, alien. Glad to meet your brother d**h" We are metropolis. United and we here for Beige, white, green, red, Bill, Juan and Hect-or "Jenny from the Block," Vanessa on the hilltop Keisha got knocked up—"Black Girl Lost" sh** Enforce it. Overseeing laws and endorse it Runaway so, yo, I don't give a horsesh** I'm the man with the master plan Now hiring—smiling faces in demand, y'all Pay per view special—Brokeback and dead Jews Surround sound hatred—wait and get a earful We all need a brand—don't we all need a hand? I'm suicidal sheep reborn elephant and Grab your binoculars. We going to the Opera Resident alien, where's Jimmy Hoffa? 2Pac Amaru, black vote in memoriam Escape them—now go scream, "Republic" [Verse 2: Cise Star] Suicide kings reign hope on apocalypse The doctor say, "Pull it," but the family stay stopping it Sky so blue, but the water looking ominous The monster in the deep, in the closet and it's pondering That n***a went to jail, so he kissing on Michael Swear he a m**m, but he still read the Bible sh**'s so confused like top breaking news How we go from genocide to Jolie baby blues? No priority, so the story boring me f** a damn terrorist—I'm harmed by the authorities Red and blue lights in my mirror never nice Stay (stay) in the car (car) blind by the flashlight All up in my sh**. Got damn, you's a b**h You better write me a f**ing ticket [Verse 3: Akin] Grab your binoculars. We going to the Opera Alek Wek beautiful—f** Paris Hilton Trust fund babies got beats and they rhyme too With no imagination. We are hip hop Now I'm Bigger Thomas. Live on the set, drinking Evian Still, new director yelled, "(Cut!) Why your panties on? Quit, belladonna. We only need a couple takes" So we got hot—I blew heaven on her pretty face And these are the breaks (breaks) for all who relate to This tragedy at stake (stake). Adult biz can make you Lose all juice, dog. You was once native Naïve in thought—protagonist save him Hallmark cards, blonde s** gods they gave him Religion like crack musical clap they made him All weak, softy asleep need coffee Go back to k** her (k** her. Shhh. Softly)