THEME FROM THE SOURCE

By Cities Aviv

On MAN PLAYS THE HORN

Released on February 4, 2022

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[Intro]


[?]

[?] some type of way

[?], tell ya something

[?] they hate, they don't show love


[?]

(Yeah)


[Verse 1: Cities Aviv]

I've arrived, I need the whole crowd to get

Back to the wall, back to the source like the emptiness before

Something brand new, I've never felt this before

The black keys sound better when you press three

Only God can judge a pain this deep

A thousand yard stare, looking to the outer peacе

Lifted from the ground, blessеd be the sound

The silence leave 'em shook up

It was hidden in a very slick case

I was born in a very sick place, to reign

Niggas took off sportin' sticks, no restraints

We're solidified with every choice and move that we make

What a tragedy, you're stuck still standing

Little did you know we was in position to manage

It was never drawn up for niggas to expand, yeah

We the type of niggas to trample the disadvantaged

Coal, steel, iron, took a walk through the flame

Power of attorney couldn't free 'em from the chains

It must be the fallacies encoded in the brain

It must be the challenges embedded in the game

Bulging eyes widen, these devils come in different disguises

I was armored to the core, my purest horizon

I suggest you not to try, this shit is death defying

Street art like a brick in a car park

Know some niggas that'll kill you for a car part

This world crazy these days, I'm just saying

Don't you give into the pressures on your mind

I'm reporting from the center of the nine

It was over but the tears kept spraying

Such a testament a nigga still alive

I'm reporting from the center of the nine, yeah


[Verse 2: Lukah]

Razor blade sharpness, emerge from the darkness as a marksman

This shit ain't really for the faint-hearted, they too harmless

A real one, shit is uncharted, but I'm guarded

Couldn't measure up with a yardstick, I am cosmic

You ever heard the sounds of a harpist playing hardship?

Sorrows ringing in the background from the alarmists

What the Gods inhalin', this got me feeling lethargic

Only rolling big blunts, nigga, the size of parsnips

We're not the same, you shed blood, I shed garnets

My true form is when you look up and see the stars lit

You came out the belly, us negus were transported

Origin unknown but believe, we'll be historic

My art is categoric, metaphoric when performing

I never take a loss, just ask the opps I went to war with

Probably need reinforcements whenever I get to forming

These thoughts from my mental resembles the Headless Horsemen

Yeah, sad we became numb to the shrieking sounds

Dwelling in the shallow waters where the deepest drowned

From a land where peace and happiness is never found

Graduated hard knocks and burned my cap and gown

Searched to find the good but I attract the diabolic

My mood shape shift and I've become the melancholic

They look to me to provide them knowledge, I am symbolic

I appear from the soil as the strongest hydroponics

When I'm gone, write my name in hieroglyphics on the stone

Let it be known, it ain't over, I was just postponed

Tell whoever dare sit they'll have seconds on the throne

I'll be back to triumph like the sounds of these trombones

Peep the map, they wanna understand a niggas passion

Was broken at one point, they started searching for the fragments

Can't help but gravitate to the culture, it's like a magnet

They arrive, just to see that the pieces were burnt to ashes, word