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Freedom Ain't Free EP

by Cyrano Sinatra

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Worldwide.... Come inside man... Walk wit me... (Yung) Yo God forgive me for my insensitivity But I remember vividly/What these streets did to me So where I'm makin my bed is far from it I'ma let em say whatever they say/I aint runnin I'm surviving like Ice-T/Wit 'whitey' chasin after me And 'niggas' tryna pull me to the bottom like gravity You oughta know i got steel in reserve Iron Man part 2/ War Machine wit words I speed by you in a blur like Flash/LaShawn Merritt on the mic All you seeing is the back of my spikes And see my bites lockjaw/The exception to Newton's Law Dont be asking what its for when I'm forcing you to withdraw You inert and gassed up/I took beats you passed up and Made first-class work/While you hustled for fast bucks In this competitive world/I'm like Des'ree Gotta be bold/So you can behold my resume' Modern-day sharecroppers that you callin chartoppers are toxic Like Britney/And in need of Weight Watchers The Last Emperor/So while you pioneer movements that remain unproven/I'm making timeless music To be or not to be is not a question for me I'm legendary even if I never enter the league So call me Pee-Wee Yung Carolina's stepson Missionary to the music/Like Rev Run, I do it for fun... Hook G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T...(whats it all about?) G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T... 2nd Verse: I know they thought they knew/All of the pros that called Carolina home Who's the unknown cat claiming the throne? Thats always seen rockin a hot on top of his dome And when he isnt/He's dressed to the nines in tailored fines If Malcolm Little had him a boy/Then you lookin at him I'm rappin redeeming rhymes/You cowards are gunclapping Plus, I can stand in line wit the elders/Like Steve said "Dont trip...cause he aint through wit me yet"/And i mean that I wake up in the morning with age tugging my ear Tryna tell me 2008 just wasnt my year But i refuse to lose/Obama got a brother from another mother Spittin the news/Making it clear Its Cy Dela/Rockin the mic/Killing the tarantella Right before tarantula bites/Hit em wit aloe vera Its good music you hearing/Your mind body and soul are Free at Last/We unsurpassed All these glass-jaw boxers/Gettin they face smashed Peering in the looking glass/And seeing they own ass/Its sad I understand I'm probably making you mad But Dad told me that I was best so/I'm making him glad And instead of counting chips and riches/From diggin ditches I'm fishing men up outta this Matrix/Using its glitches Pullin em by they britches if necessary So Yung reach one, teach one/Who in turn can breach one Thats one... Hook G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T...(whats it all about?) G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T... Get...O...U...T...OUT All these modern-day miracles aint spiritual... But you dont hear me though...
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Welcome everybody to another interlude As we bring it to you/Mental and physical Musical situations are gettin critical A lotta people invest wit no residual You gotta look at what this industry is giving you Got you plodding through the snow like caribou Ice-grills and cold shoulders got you berry blue Keep on fronting and get popped like a cherry dude The real essence of HipHop will carry you If you open up your auditory vestibule Stop listening to what the suits tellin you Fa'real dude they only interested in selling you Listen to the disgruntled cat thats yelling dude And he'll tell you that he really aint feelin you But do we ever listen to those, rebelling who Dont believe the bullshit you kickin in your interviews? You sacrificed like a ritual killin The power that you had was such a sexual feelin Now you searchin for some spiritual healing Cuz you tired of all the wheelin and dealin what you was party to So lets party dude If you dont know the lyrics, Let the spirit make em up like Steve Harvey dude. But either way you lose Cuz you got ya real enemies all up on you, like you on Family Feud Hook: (Move) From the airport to the highrises (Move) From the streetball courts to franchises (Move) From the college girls to the young mothers (Move) Can you move a little for a independent brother? (Move) From the West Coast gangs back East (Move) For the cats in the belly of the beast (Move) For those trying to increase the peace, uh (Move) Shake ya body-body, dont hurt nobody-body 2nd Verse: Oh my god/Would you look who talkin smack now Like he on Smackdown/He got his act down He got the crowd where they dont know how to act now Hypnotized like fiends up in the crackhouse Industry tried to make him got the mack route Tried to turn Cy Yung into a rap clown But understand i will never go the wack route This grown man cannot and wont back down Tight lyrics cuz I'm pickin up the slack now I know you feel it, cuz you quoting shit back now Bringin back Boombap like G. Rap now My premier got the scene pitch black now (sic) All the threats and challenges is smack now Intimidators and haters...fall back now I stand tall like Paul, above Shaq now I'm bout to change the game, like that New Jack sound But dont overreact, I aint Rap Brown I'm just a man coming from the Wolfpack town Tryna open doors up for Cakalak now Who wants more than a platinum-coated plaque now You niggas handicap like Zack Gowan And I'm the Mike Johnson of rap, back on track now The scariest situation that you was never anticipatin was me Hittin like a heart attack BLAW! Hook: (Move) From the airport to the highrises (Move) From the streetball courts to franchises (Move) From the college girls to the young mothers (Move) Can you move a little for a independent brother? (Move) From the West Coast gangs back East (Move) For the cats in the belly of the beast (Move) For those trying to increase the peace, uh (Move) Shake ya body-body, dont hurt nobody-body
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So be it... Long overdue...but true... 1st Verse: Runnin suicide drills/Like Mike in Catskills I fight mass appeal/And settle with fast thrills I drill and penetrate to the core/Giving em more heat than they ever felt before So be it The Fossil/Cy unified steady flow/You already know how we do it So lets just get into it You ruined a generation so renovation is needed Godspeed its occurring without any deterrents Worry in this emergency state is second nature In snow flurries, I'm Purlie Victorious/Let em hate us Debate on who ya favorite up-n-coming negated Cy fluctuated and demonstrated to your amazement A crown-prince/Down ever since you know where down was Doubting us is something we not allowing around us Cause thinkin' outside of the box/Is just a crockpot dish if you aint got the knowledge to think wit Better cook those noodles in ya mind next time Cause that egg is so fried on drugs/Its redline Relapsed and ass-backwards/Wack and out-of-practice Step back and ask this question/'Before you get ya ass kicked Who the hell said you was better than anybody? Nobody I give a damn about/Even a small amount So count/Ya blessings on my middle finger Cause one plus zero equals one more hero that died young Besides Yung, you're peons/Babes in glass bleakers Formaldehyde-drowned/No longer alive either/ You right under the surface and worthless/I dig deeper And make my mansion/ with the molemen and anteaters in the Basement...shit... Hook: Tall cans and cold bottles/We oil derelicts Hum and Cy Yung/Full throttle and we airing it out This is what its all about/Look down Cause we coming fast and furious/in surround sound 2nd Verse: I'm as passionate as possible/Overcoming the obstacles Then I hear average shit being called remarkable How the fuck should I respond/Like Genghis Khan/ I eradicate and evaporate these lost ones Niggas apeshit if they say that Cy dont go realer (gorilla) Fake shits all i hear from these weak flow spitters I'm Nolan Ryan throwing no-hitters How you let a old nigga like myself outspit ya? Ya dough is bigger/And you supposed to be richer But dawg/I can get you day or night See my mic's a flashlight/Shining bright And in spite of tall hurdles/I still bloom like myrtles A little bit later than most/But still fertile And I plan to spread seeds until the weeds turn purple Stand back and say/"Did i do that?"/Like Steve Urkel Family matters first/But our mission is to build So i'm uniting wit Kid Hum/Drilling for oil fields In the basement... Hook: Tall cans and cold bottles/We oil derelicts Hum and Cy Yung/Full throttle and we airing it out This is what its all about/Look down Cause we coming fast and furious/in surround sound Cyrano's in the building...Kid Hum is in the building...
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Aye u (AU) chemical brothers/What you buying now? Trying now? Samples aint enough/So we dying now HipHop fans up the river/Left crying now/Pride is first priority Listen to the lion now Clawed ya way up to the top of Mount Zion And since they was buying/You aint know they was lying You got ya first royalty check/Feeling like a king But is the grass green where the loyalty's at? That brass ring turned green on ya finger/Uncle Tom Thumb 5-finger discount/Iran (i ran) when the bombs come Purple -haze smoke from grenades make the brave choke Sold out just to sellout/And now the gates closed So while you make those/dubloons and pesos Eyes water up like when perfume invades nose Made your bed in the American wasteland Starving artist/Man, tighten up ya waistband Hook: <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Hearts on Fire.... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Strong desire... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Rages deep within... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> This will not happen again Yo, Temperature gauge when the crowds in a rage Turning red, hot and blue/Live from the barbecue pit (Pit) The misfits worshipping the Dixie Chicks They still aint convinced Mumia is innocent shit (Shit) Ya halflife is half wrong/Half right/Half strong half light We had fun last night/Quit The nicotine fiends dream serpentine scenes Golden boys on the grind liek Ben Vereen The Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines/Got members on the team That shake like tambourines And we clinging to rap/Pulling teeth like Cliff Burton Run over twice and still hurting/Get Up on the bus/If you rolling wit us/Then do/What you must So truth is discussed it Is not an option/So many fals doctrines/Our currency is next to worthless when we shopping Hook: <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Hearts on Fire.... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Strong desire... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Rages deep within... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> This will not happen again 3rd Verse: Made a mark on a white page/With a black pen I thought about my kin and what they went through back then From the Diaspora down to the depths of the French Quarter With no clean quarters/Life was real horror Thinking of the Peggy Sues/Rich men's daughters And sons of Sam/Thinking what if that gun jammed When King as on the balcony/Government run scams What if 3/5s always equaled to one man? What if "Black Power" wasnt just raised hands Call yourself "rebels" but you asking for a chance to speak See, Barack Obama got white feet/SO he might be really representing Them and not me And let me say Leagues/I aint trying to start beef But this nightmare we living in aint close to King's dream I sleep when the sandman cometh A Dark Knight turning wrong into right until the cup is overrunneth Hook: <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Hearts on Fire.... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Strong desire... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> Rages deep within... <You keep me searching for a heart of gold> This will not happen again
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<Yo Cy whats been going on? I aint seen you wit ya girl HipHop in a minute?> >Wassup man...Man, me & HipHop fell out...she did me wrong yo...for real...excommunicated< <What? Cmon man! Not ya girl HipHop!> >Yo man, she hangin round dudes that dont respect me< <Yo you gots to tell me what happened yo> >Man, its serious...i'll let you know what happened< 1st Verse: Shhhh...be very quiet...what I'm about to do might cause a riot. No more holding back/I gotta let it out man/Before I have a heart attack Now I met that girl HipHop back in the day She was the bomb-diggity in every way Had H.E.R. head on straight...a real bright future Had something to say, and dope producers but (But) She took all these things for granted Started to get a little bit too candid Cameras flashing/Now she got fame Saw how fast that this chick could change Here on minute and gone the next Said she was abstinent/She fond of sex And matter fact she be on that X/Gettin her freak on Man...my girl HipHop is gone.. Hook: <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... 2nd Verse: Brand Nu told that chick to slow down Cant believe she runnin around town Said she was celibate/Yeah if you buy a bit Try a bit now/And nigga you might die of it Sex explosion/Now the chick's posing in magazines Her wrist and neck frozen Had a dream once/But now she doing bumps in the back of the club And showing off her humps B.i.G. in reverse/Classy to nasty/Trying to get one moe hit/Just trashy So far out there/She in the X-files/On a case bout girls gone wild Who woulda ever thought in they wildest dreams/ HipHop was addicted to C.R.E.A.M. Doing something strange for a piece of change Holla for a dollar/Fuck for a buck/Nigga why bother Hook: <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... 3rd Verse: Thought that she was my queen to be Around-the-way girl what she seem to be I coulda hooked up with a loyal chick YOu remember Jazz? Yo that girl was all on my dick But nooooo i gotta have a thing for H.E.R. And my memories before H.E.R. seem to blur Its gon be hard/Cuz nigga I fiend for H.E.R. BUt see thats how quick bad things occur Its a thin line between/Love and hate You wanna go back to when the love was great But HipHop? I think the love from H.E.R. was fake Look at who this chick put in my place Some dude that aint trying to be nothing/Stuntin frontin Long as the beat bumping/HipHop shaking her ass like Beyonce And that chick was almost my fiancee' Hook: <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song... <If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down> Its just another sad love song...
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They say rehabilitation is sort of a graduation Showing that you can overcome adverse situations Patiently waiting/Like a bad case of constipation As they weigh your conflagrations and violations Meetings wit ya shrink for ya mental examination Checking the DSM, while you BS them Put on ya best grin when the warden comes "Yessirs" and "no sirs" to the important ones For that, you get a nice green feather in ya cap Niggas act cold as ice cream wherever you at Nights black as onyx Bumpin shoulders wit convicts Somewhere in the state represented by Supersonics Actions determine reactions from factions Satisfaction in outlasting these bastions 23 hours...lockdowns for cowards For one hour you feel the sun's power like sunflowers Hook: Lets make it our mission To keep our Black men outta prison We rob and steal Cuz we cant get a job and chill And now we got time to kill, time to kill Lets make it our mission To keep our Black men outta prison We rob and steal Cuz we cant get a job and chill And now we got time to kill, time to kill 2nd Verse: You knew that you was in for a helluva stay When you heard those two words...Pelican Bay Playing basketballs the highlight of every day Placing phone calls, you might fight every day Hesitation...a figment of imagination Gotta have a hard outer shell like a crustacean Blood gets shed on the reg, like menstration More than once a month, its a daily ramification Who's really to blame for this horrible situation? Strike number 3, that 25 you facing... Momma used to tell you "Son, just be patient" Seek salvation, dont violate your probation Shit, you was just a young buck, like Desmond Mason You wont even thinking hellfire and damnation You was tryna conquer frustration and starvation Now you only get to see your son on special occasions Hook: Lets make it our mission To keep our Black men outta prison We rob and steal Cuz we cant get a job and chill And now we got time to kill, time to kill Lets make it our mission To keep our Black men outta prison We rob and steal Cuz we cant get a job and chill And now we got time to kill, time to kill 3rd Verse: Aint nothing like losing your freedom Losing your reason to live Not choosing to, but losing your religion Turn ya soul cold as ice water/You frozen Nights colder than Kobe in Boulder/ You rolling downhill/Like a snowball/Gaining momentum Roll call at 7AM in every prison Now you wish you woulda listened to intervention White men make it their mission to keep you in the system Over and over/The cycle of life continues Nights out lights out/Fresh fish on the menu Cant tie ya shoelaces without checking ya rear view For a limited time only you see the clear blue Hell naw, this shit aint easy/They tryna kill you What? You really thought they was tryna rebuild you? Think about it...who does this thug life appeal to? Public enemy #1 is still blue Hook: Lets make it our mission To keep our Black men outta prison We rob and steal Cuz we cant get a job and chill And now we got time to kill, time to kill Lets make it our mission To keep our Black men outta prison We rob and steal Cuz we cant get a job and chill And now we got time to kill, time to kill
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<Nico> Sit and wonder for a moment/Where you been and where you goin Why you did the things you did/And why you need to find where home is Let me get into it/When you see the proper road No passion left in music so/Someones please stop the show I'm a grown man/I can take a bad review But leave my wife and kids up outta that/Cuz I'm a family dude They said i hated people/People that I barely knew I don't appreciate the fact they rappin what they rarely do Man its scary too/You wonder where the games been They dumbed it down in 2 thou/And I aint seen the game since I know it changes with the times for individuals But music's therapeutic/The effects are quite madicinal You can love unconditionally/But dont abuse it Make the music that the rest of us can listen to Submitting to the greatest thing that ever existed The story of my life the greatest story every scripted With this pen and notepad I hope that I can hear my kids always chanting out "Go Dad!" Thats what I'm in it for/Just in case you wondering I'm doin dirt until I'm under it/No wonder Hook: Spoils of War/The moment that we're chosen for Close the doors/On everything, impose the laws Cyrano and The Beast in the Trojan Horse Full force underground/Win lose or draw Spoils of War/The moment that we're chosen for Close the doors/On everything, impose the laws Cyrano and The Beast in the Trojan Horse Full force/Win lose or draw Spoils of War/The moment that we're chosen for Spolis of War/United to impose the law Cyrano and The Beast in the Trojan Horse We die underground/Win, lose or draw Spoils of War/Pack em in and close the doors Spoils of War/Explore more, exposing the core Cyrano and The Beast in the Trojan Horse We die underground/Win, lose or draw <Cyrano> I've given up being a Biblical scholar Some bitter pills that I swallowed Often I felt I wouldnt live til tomorrow But in that place where my race was I'm puttin my faith cuz I know my shit is flavorful Regardless of ya taste buds Yeah I understand that there are some that really hated us Some that hate us even more now/Say that we're dangerous But when I say "Us" "We the people" "My equals" What I'm sayin is the ones that preach and teach avoiding evil So many bitter enemies killing my vivid memories So when I hear your "crap-n-rap" wonder why its offending me? See I know that your "trap" is metaphoric And you adore it But I know that goin for it is a trap, so I abhor it And I'm more at odds now Constantly asking God how can I make it They wanna man like myself starving and naked And I wonder why I was born in this identity of scorn So everytime I'ma come hard wit it like watching porn I'm Ronnie Garvin on this microphone Hands of Stone Breaking bones of every clone that I somehow can catch alone And I roam like a nomad/Or a Sprint cell phone Talkin to H.E.R. while she "breaking my heart" like Vic Damone
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More than a passing fancy/Passionately entrancing Fashionably romancing/Actually I'm dancing Verbally swinging swaying/Charleston to Lindy Hop Thats why these words I'm saying/Cant be considered pop You feel the elevation/Savor the sensation A beat so rhythmically righteous/The shit is temptation Nectar of sweetest trees/Vectors and all degrees Angels and archangels/Herald the high emcees So while you try and treason/I'm Cy in every season Given my graduation station in rhyme and reason Cryptic in crib sheets and /Sparringly sparring none Over these classic beats/I'm having hella fun Couldnt be more enlightened/With every word I'm writing Reaching and reciting/Channeling greased lightning Thats why I'm hot potatoes/Cool-Aid in many flavors Cover the color spectrum/Minor a double major Hook: C...Y...I...D...I...T...C... C...Y...I...D...I...T...C... C...Y...I...D...I...T...C... C...Y...I...D...I...T...C... 2nd Verse: You shoulda listened to the previous generation for innovation These little kids dont even have a basic education Who's lambourghini's paid for is top news Beating up your girlfriend's just her crying the blues Somebody search "Reel HipHop" on YouTube The dudes you got proclaiming the top got loose screws I dont see how we could lose everything that we gained Did Jam Master Jay and Dilla waste their lives in vain? Dont you realize that what you're doing isn't the same Recreation isnt recreating/You're playing games This valuable commodity you playing with is priceless In this fine art Cyrano's one of the nicest So here we go again/I'm Glenn Jonesin for justice You hotdogs/Relish the thought and pass the mustard I dust it off/Put the needle on the record And HipHop is once again/Resurrected/You're welcome

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The #FreedomAintFree EP is a collection of songs from Cyrano's upcoming double-album, "JavaNation: Freedom Ain't Free"

Featuring singles, 'We Came 2 Win," "Gold<3 (aka GoldHearted)" and more, The #FreedomAintFree EP is a politically-charged callout to all supporters of HipHop to raise more than their hands to fight against the industrial complex that would degrade and kill HipHop culture.

Cyrano Sinatra's EPK can be found here: www.itsmyurls.com/cyranoakacyyung

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released June 19, 2013

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Cyrano Sinatra Raleigh, North Carolina

Free At Last Music Assassin, Backpackers Anonymous Griot, Eargasm Entertainment Yoda, 1/2 of dynamic duo SteadyFlow...Known for dropping classic mixtapes, albums and features. Your favorite emcee\\\'s emcee. #GETFAMILIAR (For booking, email cloud9eleven@gmail.com ... more

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