[Intro]
Yeh... Cyrex
And you already know it's Erik Rhea on the beat!
This is PRGRSS
Progressively Reinventing Great Raps, Sounds, & Styles!
Heh! Let's get it in...
[Verse 1]
Yo. I got a temper… spark, blow it out
Set me off, talkin' reckless and showin' out. (Come on)
Push buttons in the wrong way, a song-
Made to retain the sane… all day. (All day)
Dodging texts, dodging feelings
For the most part, I'm all for hearin'
But what I look like, if I'm all just reeling?
Sauce is flowing, beef is searing. (Cook it up)
Don't call me to ask me questions. (Nah)
You don't got my number, ya ass is guessing. (Fuck off)
Rhymed to Great Dane beats, catch me wreck it
I'm an Alpha Dog. Rest in peace, Anton Yelchin. (Rest in peace)
I'm focused, man. You should know that I own this, man
When I rap, I'm a showman, man. (Yeh)
So low like the bottom of a bowl that I wanna-
Make my goal without it taking a toll
And yet I get distracted
I don't wanna sound like my words retracted
It's hard to seem like I'm really 'bout it
When I'm all exhausted and my mind is clouded
Forty hours, feels like eighty
Caught up in so much that's seeming shady
And every time you ask how I'm dealing lately
Just write me off like what I feel is crazy
[Chorus]
“Buck up, Cyrex! Up and at em!
Could be way worse! Just get past it!
Fall in line! That's all you mastered!
Shut the fuck up or your ass is grass, kid!”
I'm just tryna get this going!
“Ya keep fucking up cause that's all you're knowing
Ya ain't shit, brainless, ta-lent lame as
Fuck so destined to f—” (CHILL!)
[Hook 1](4x)
I'm workin' on it
I'm workin' on it
I'm workin' on it
I swear I'm workin' on it!
[Hook 2]
Feel! It's the spiel!
But I deal. So undermined!
Feel! It's the spiel!
But I strive! It's right in your eyes!
(CHILL!)
[Verse 2]
Tryna get it handled. (Just tryin') But every other–
Angle, I'm full hit with some bullshit that'll–
Hit me, tryna come in tandem
Tryna work like I. Ain't. Got. No fandom. (Underground)
Tryna set apart, tryna pull me in
Tryna make me lose, I'ma surely win
Tryna make progress, it's a slow
Process, I ain't 50 Cent, I'm just– (You know)
Tryna make a whole dollar, but try-na–
Keep together for a least a whole hour. (Whole hour) Good as fuck
Or at least good enough, got a bag
Full of fucks, and they're leaking out. Heh. (That's a bar)
Tryna rise up. Man, I'ma go–
All the way up! But this the peak for the weakest now! (That's right)
Tryna see if I'm even able, distraction
Git the sale, no passion, get to gettin', I'm past it
And yet I get this feeling
I'm scared won't nobody want to hear it
Tripping, I'm outta mind, just clear up
The beat so sweet, all props to Rhea
Forty hours, feels like eighty
Caught up in so much that's seeming shady
And every time you ask how I'm dealing lately
Just write me off like what I feel is crazy
[Chorus]
“Buck up, Cyrex! Up and at em!
Could be way worse! Just get past it!
Fall in line! That's all you mastered!
Shut the fuck up or your ass is grass, kid!”
I'm just tryna get this going!
“Ya keep fucking up cause that's all you're knowing
Ya ain't shit, brainless, ta-lent lame as
Fuck so destined to f—” (CHILL!)
[Hook 1](8x)
I'm workin' on it
I'm workin' on it
I'm workin' on it
I swear I'm workin' on it!
[Hook 2]
(2x)
Feel! It's the spiel!
But I deal. So undermined!
Feel! It's the spiel!
But I strive! It's right in your eyes!
When I'm off, it feels so fly. (So fly!)
When I'm on, it feels so dry. (So dry!)
Yeh ya feel. Not my spiel
Get outta my sight!
(CHILL!)