[Verse 1: Samson]
Novocation's going global
Biggest thing in Newcastle, 97 grand final
Doing me don’t care if I’m fitting in
Leave you with a dry taste like I’m cinnamon
Not kidding about these dividends I’m swimming in
Looking at me like you had your day
My day hasn’t dawned and I have to say
You’ll be long gone and we’re here to stay
Acting like a linebacker needing a sack
I know you’re fine but I’m a rapper and I’m leading the pack
I’m the OG like Bojack, these hoe’s wanna know Samson
God on the mic, and this flow got your ass dancing
Tryna mask fandom but you’re hanging till my last sentence
End up in a casket if you ask too many brass questions
Who’s this sadistic prick spitting sick shit
Ripping critics with quick wit he’s chauvinistic
Guess that’s true cause I’m strong for the cause
And I’m hard to ignore, hit me up if you’re bored, I’m gone
[Hook: Keato]
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I ain't no lame boy, sick of the same noise
Turn it up - this a motherfucking murder
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I ain't no lame boy, sick of the same noise
Turn it up - this a motherfucking murder
[Verse 2: Samson]
This shit's so breathtaking it's got you light headed
We’ll edit the edits and get it smooth, gotta give credit where credit's due
Wanna fake a friendship just take a percent of the benefits
Tryna mend shit just end it you’re conditioned to salivate at the scent of it
We’re exiting entrances, you're just messing with venison, so obsessed is it expensive? Just impressed by a 7 dig
Got about 3 to my name but its plenty, all in equities MBA cause I'm stealthy, drop to your knees if I say that I'm wealthy
Tryna keep my head up when I’m crawling bare handed
But you only fuck with rich boys and I can’t stand it
Taking grands for granted man that shit is obscene
I mean my pocket's pretty tight in these second hand jeans
Run it back like McCaffrey, I was that freak now I’m running on a hot streak on the hot seat on a hot beat don’t rock a top knot can't get these thots to come near me or on me
Take a fucking sedative and hide in the masses, you can ride on that inheritance or fight for what matters
[Hook: Keato]
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I ain't no lame boy, sick of the same noise
Turn it up - this a motherfucking murder
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I ain't no lame boy, sick of the same noise
Turn it up - this a motherfucking murder
[Verse 3: Keato]
I’m always running my mouth
Always chasing the clout
Evading the doubt
Head way in the clouds
I got my lyrics on the back of receipts
If you want me you can catch me in the back with the beets
I like the way that you’re moving and walking and talking
It’s never boring and you’ve got me looking for a calling
It will not pay off, do not quit your day job
Looking at me sideways don’t know what I’m made of
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I’m wishing for a transition man I got a vision
Spitting writtens and mixing it boy you better listen
Oh it’s nice ay, little bit of spice ay
Doing it right ay, keeping it concise ay
This shit is childs play, I can run it nine ways
Flashy as hell. I’m out of my shell
[Bridge: Keato]
Once I made you, like I played you
Ah ah ah ah
[Hook: Keato]
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I ain't no lame boy, sick of the same noise
Turn it up - this a motherfucking murder
Mr. Cynicism looking at the bigger picture
The lyricism the ignition for the criticism
I ain't no lame boy, sick of the same noise
Turn it up - this a motherfucking murder