Tide of Life (Jay Appleseed Remix)

It's the ichiban player sneaking up on the avenue

So ante up, we jumpin' snake eyes, 'bout to battle you

Hold your hands up, heard you back from sabbatical

A player so smooth, gimme room while I challenge you

CYNE star, never in the day, only evenings

Transparent, dark, move units while you sleeping

Be the overachiever, the human heat-seeker

The tactile style is wild, giving you seizures

Slow motherfuckers, these skilled packs of readers

You're suin' me but sorry as hell, you're just Zima

Gangsta lean, holdin' my dreams, hope receiver

So what you mean? Better redeem or be believer

Crush grooves on soft planets, makin' it so hard

From Pacific to Atlantic, dammit, we gon' ball

Like sandcastles for rent, bitch, you gon' fall

With the tide, with the tide, with the tide, huh, tide of life

Automatic static, I'm flowin' throughout your phone lines

Connecting the internet, the dialect is so fine

Forever elevators are taking me so high

Inhale and sigh, after reason that I'm so fly

Quick connect the firewire, I won't lie

Gotta write love to hell just to get by

Poetic, instead it's kinetic till I touch minds

Blind, lookin' for answers until I let my ears find

A certain resonance with the presence of elegant

African elephants roamin' the soundscape effortless

Spreading the wisdom that bangs your sound system

Airwaves behave, radiohead your diction

Crush grooves on soft planets, makin' it so hard

From Pacific to Atlantic, dammit, we gon' ball

Like sandcastles for rent, bitch, you gon' fall

With the tide, with the tide, with the tide, huh, tide of life

Smoothin' in action, but burnin' in the afternoon

We keep the mood subtle and bubble, audible follow through

Methodical, the speeds we reachin' until we capture you

Grip tighter than death, we sweat at higher altitudes

We never lose to those that don't get it

Hyper future, speak implanted and chromed out, sinners livid

I fear the menace, son, I talk to dons

My cellphone got a alter call, it be the, it be the

African mean, fly like a pelican bee

It's do or die, bare the nine

Now, who want it with he?

The wild African, back with the pen to the pad again

So that' a wrap for y'all the phony rap actors

In this game called music, some do abuse it

I reach for utopia, found, now I'm losin'

No jazz-tune rap goon, words is my weapon

I'm Kane in his prime, rhymin', you half steppin'

So half-assed, you get gas, them crackers made you

I came from the ground up to brawl, they paid you, fucker

You ain't never gonna last in this

That's the every chingy type rapper, posin' this bitch

We shittin' on y'all, why spawn the lyrics or brawl?

Knock the wind, not the lame, play Steven Seagal

I'm jackin' your Chan, K.O., flow with the wind

My **** CYNE's got the water for Mars and we begin

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