Tom Sawyer - El Cairo

Come on, give me something, give me something
Give me something, yeah, ok, fuck
How many artists will bite their tongue facing enemies?
All these rappers behind the mic lacking energy
Desk job, daydream, 9 to 5 'til infinity
Flygod, Rakim, I'm leaning on that NY thing,
Jazz beats, when they want a flip I know they're calling me
Trash feats, fuck off the album if you're not bringing heat
Talked to my cuz in Nairobi, we just met in Egypt
Every night was 90, sweating bullets, summer Phoenix
Every flight like $40, every guard was checking clearance
Obi-Wan Kenobi, how every chick compared my penis
Fuck that, double down, two joints, General Grievous
Tom Saw, break ground, one mic, never seizing
Every season was mood swings with thoughts repeating
Didn't want to do it, Sam and David gave me every reason
Two older brothers, the youngest survives all the beatings
I came to conquer the plebeians and the pagan heathens
So come and get me, I'm moving, zooming, the speed of light
MCs, frightened of falling off, they're scared of heights
I came and grabbed it, my bad habits delayed success
Automatic with verses, the Spanish open mics commenced
Bombed acoustic, my confidence needed improvement
I came back stronger, said it's just rejection if I get booted
I'll never lose it, this beat nasty, metro smell
Every riddle based off Illmatic, it ain't hard to tell
I came to prove it, my movement, no one is reproducing
I spit the truest, my loosest rhymes are kinda Buddhist
I've been oozing to rap so ruthless while y'all been snoozing
So I'm refusing to let the smoothest get served as useless
If you're not dropping body fluids then there's nothing to it
All these rappers can suck my dick and keep it moving
"Ayyy, my favorite man, how are you? Hey man, again, I have to tell you, sorry if my rhythm guitar isn't good, or whatever, but I mean, the thing is…. Don't worry about if you lose the lyrics or whatever, I think it isn't important. Even… doesn't matter if you do it good or bad, I mean, I'm very proud of you man, I'm very, very… I have to say, I'm very proud of you because you just, fucking, lose your fear and just, put yourself on the fucking stage, put in front of everyone there, in another country, in Spain, in Madrid, in fucking Tirso de Molina, and then you start to sing a song that you write in your room. You, completely alone, and you present to all the people right there, a song that you wrote in the past, so… You have to be very fucking proud of you. And don't fucking worry, because the next time, we will practice more, and we fucking rock the place. I can assure you that. So, …"

Written by:
Sawyer Boyd

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