Track Of The Day: Cynic The Apache “Travel Well” [Lyrics + Audio]

Long Island emcee Cynic The Apache drops some thoro and dark bars over an head nod beat. Taken from 6 track EP Get The Gringo.

Lyrics

This is my mic and I won’t let go of it,

I’m holding on, until it’s broken in,

I’m so legit, because I focus in and leave em frozen stiff,

Who they joking with? Write until my mind is sore,

In a shop of fine china, I’m a dinosaur,

Take em back to the time before,

Where the rhymings raw, And it wasn’t always time for war,

Feeling out of body and illuminati got me diving off,

Into the deep end, prolly should be signing off,

But I’ll be staying alive, like the Bee Gee’s did,

Ante up on that bet believe me shit,

Coming from the underground like Jesus did,

A killer with the syllables elite with this,

Cuz I speak the truth, while they plead the fifth,

I’ma teach the kids, how to earn the large props,

Spitting like the cynic watch your heart stop,

Too many weezy voices man they need a cough drop,

If I reach the moon, I’ma walk the dark spot,

Grip the PA till my fucking arm rots,

They loose they thoughts, While I’m charging mine,

Looking like I’m Moses when I part the tides,

And I’ma walk the line, Until I reach the end of it,

A beast with sentences, Don’t need apprentices,

You are now entering the mental of a gentleman,

Putting all the pressure on my head to relieve my senses,

Stuck in my head and I need an exit.

Sick of playing devils advocate because I’ve had it with the magic tricks they always pushing on my chest,

Rapping with the style thats immaculate your not imagining it’s a fact you looking at the best,

Hair curly, Stand firmly, While this bitches run,

Sick enough to slit my tongue, Till im dripping blood,

Kick a pun like a soccer ball, It’s all shock and awe,

Till I drop your jaw, Fuck popping off,

I’m hot with rhymes, They’re bored with yours,

I’m jotting mine, You snorting yours,

Your cocking nines? My flows disgusting,

Have these bitches tripping like they sipping robotussin,

It’s no discussion, I’m a problem, Aint been solved yet,

I’m too complex, Have em running like a bomb threat,

Keep your shit in check, never take my rhymes outta context.

Step on the stage and I kill it at shows,

Villainous flow, You not feeling it so,

I’ma feed you the realest shit plate it, and season it,

Even if, I have to grow my own, Herbals,

Purple, Remedies, Penning a jam,

With the steadiest hand, A menace,

To many, when sober, Nasty when I rip blunts,

Lethal when I’m piss drunk, Hold up,

Hop up in the yoga pants, I don’t wanna hold your hand,

Now she yelling, telling me that I’m a broken man,

I’m a chump with a cold heart, Humphrey bogart,

Classic, Bumping Mozart, The flow hard,

Hope that you notice it now, I hope that the crowd start to,

Foam at the mouth, At the sight of me rhyming,

Aromas come out of the pocket,

Like I was Bronson, I’m throwing em out,

Holding it down with the flow and the sound,

Want the gold and the crown, Nas on Streets Disciple,

Preaching haikus, Lifted, you aint ever reaching my mood,

I body shit, you just leave the mic bruised;

No bodys buying, Whether they like you,

We all some pirates whose fucking with itunes,

No one! And that shit is vital! I’m tryna go viral,

But thats just a dream,

Looking back asking what happened to me,

I was happy, Just rapping, And now I can’t sleep,

My fam gotta mansion, I’m tapping my feet,

Like Sammy Davis, They passing my tape,

Like it’s classic play this, the dudes making massive changes,

I have to embrace it, Have to just fathom the fact that I can be famous,

It starts with the thought, Then you start to believe,

My name at the garden I harvest my dreams,

You not fucking with me, Move back; to that boom bap,

I’m cutting my teeth, On the nastiest sample,

Just busting a free, Bring that ruckus supreme;

Skinny dude, no belt, I’m adjusting my jeans,

They disgusted with me, Cuz my stuff is elite,

I been crushing EmCees, Go ahead, just fuck with me.

Updated: January 29, 2013