YC The Cynic

YC The Cynic - Hunts Point Diaspora lyrics

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Black was a disadvantage, we turned strength

You turned straight to a ditch and panicked

Feared for your life when you veered right to another planet

Families so used to famine that we don't know we're famished

If we don't know you then we don't owe you no fucking answers

You left us to be a leftist and now we fucking Panthers

You wrecked the homo-erectus us and made us Marilyn Manson

And though you left with our legends you left us Chairman Hampton

We put our hands to the heavens and clipped our hedges

We hand in hand with our blessings

Our message go hand and hand with the brethren we breaking bread with

Precious money is just as oppressing as any weapon

Raising rent, tryna press all us negus closer together

Put a fucking liquor store in the middle and call it ghetto

Put a complex right where we left and call it progression

Value this lesson properly, property values lessons

Soon as hip hop stepped into your sector, but any second I'mma bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Who wanna get out?

Focus your energy where it counts

Homie, I said bounce, bounce

Who wants to get out?

Get your belongings up out your house

Homie, I said bounce, bounce

Who wanna get out?

Get all your money from your accounts

Homie, I said bounce, bounce

Who wanna get out?

Get your belongings up out your house

Homie, I said bounce

Black was a disadvantage, we turned strength

You turned gray when we didn't panic

We made change from throne change when it didn't damage

Threw cocaine through closed gates, but we didn't vanish

The most rebellious souls reusing dirty canvas

They used to see us as rouge, but now we running rapid

Upon your campus, enrolled in the most advanced classes

Who would've known the son of a slave could get his master's?

You gotta imagine being attacked for being attached to being a bastard

Descendants of savages, defending being abandoned

Instead of being in bandages, banned from being in status

A hazard, born and raised, arranged to be in a casket

I pray for the nuns and pastors, seeing the past tense speaking the passage

‘Cause rapping in godly fashion, don't pass, even in passing

I bet if you found your passion you wouldn't be so passive

But there goes the trap of seeing the trap and being trapped in

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Who wanna get out?

Focus your energy where it counts

Homie, I said bounce, bounce

Who wants to get out?

Get your belongings up out your house

Homie, I said bounce, bounce

Who wanna get out?

Get all your money from your accounts

Homie, I said bounce, bounce

Who wanna get out?

Get your belongings up out your house

Homie, I said bounce

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