Kid Shyne - Cancelled

Man how the fuck am I just now coming to my senses Had it all along but had to climb
over them fences Then came the blessings, yeah I built some
walls But what goes up as you know must fall
Got me standing tall and shit, got me on my baller shit

Man how the hell you gon' let a pretty white boy from the suburbs bring real rap back
This those east coast vibes, around this part of town
We don't really talk no dumb shit, it's lit Here, have some boombap for your functions
And your grandma got the millions And your music, no one's feeling it

I bet your mom probably wrote your entire damn diss track
You look like someone that could easily get bitch slapped
I'm done Oh wait, you know what
I got one more thing I just gotta get off my chest, you feel me

And uh, if you're offended now, you might wanna turn this off
And it's okay cause I already got my, you know, streaming royalty or what not
So yeah you good to turn it off, I already got paid
Uh, it's gonna get a lot worse But let's run the hook one more time before you go

Man how the fuck am I just now coming to my senses
Had it all along but had to climb over them fences
Then came the blessings, yeah I built some walls But what goes up is you know must fall

I'm all up in her chocolate, screaming black lives matter
They try so hard to cancel me and I'm honestly flattered
I mean these white jawns cool but I like a ass that is fatter

Uh wait, someone's at the door
Breaking news, 23-year-old rapper Kid Shyne from Long Island, New York
Shot dead in his Los Angeles apartment tonight
From what some say was caused by his ex-girlfriend spreading false information about him online
Leading the sheep to bloodshed
Little did the suspects know they were under a spell

And are now locked up for life over a hurt girl
Clout is one hell of a drug, don't you think, Ron
Well I'd say so
Shyne continues to live on in spirit in hopes that the people of the world will soon open
their eyes to the spiritual warfare going on around them
Shyne bright everybody, and speak your truth

Uh, James
Yes, Ron
You might wanna look behind you
Ron, Ron, cut it off, there's protesters outside now
Ron, off, now
Get under, get under the table

Ron, under here, let's go
Oh my god, they don't like the truth
This is what happened to Shine
They can't handle it

They're going crazy

Written by:
Shane McLaughlin

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