Cynikaliosis Songtext
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Might be a little cynical at times,
But I feel I earned that right throughout the years, you know

Now It might sound a little bit bleak
When I speak on the Mic
Like I′m in the shadow creeping like a thief in the night
But the thought pops up that it all comes down to
Who got muscle, who got hustle when it all comes round
Cause the bigger the gun seems, the bigger the payoff
And every player out there's, quitting his day job
To get a piece of pie, a spoon full of gravy
Cruise a Mercedes, home to a room full of Ladies
Understand, it has a rubber band-effect
And it′s coming back to get all the money you collected
And when it does, man, it's stings on the rewind
Can't cut corners, no such thing as a free ride
Caught you a break, so you thought it was safe
But all the mistakes you made got you lost in the race, man
I used to doubt it, now I′m all about it
Show your peace-signs, turn it up a little louder, like


Doctor, give me my prognosis
Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis
I was feeling fine till yesterday
Maybe you and I should focus
Cynikaliosis
Feeding us the lie, we never wait

Now people don′t react, we just sleep on the fact
That the blood is in the street, knee-deep in Iraq
Our politicians up and told us – step aside cause it's fight night
Media they kept us mesmerized by the bright lights
Government – headed up by borderline psycho (wow)
What good is freedom if it′s only for white folks (damn)
This ain't no wrestle mania, man
Unless your residence is on Pennsylvania Ave
It′s like the wild, wild west
Where the marshal is the outlaw
Ducked when he swung, but he caught you with his south paw
The shit is giving me a ulcerdoe
All these free-masons mixed up with skulls and bones
All these white-collar crooks get their business poppin
And all you do is think about your Christmas shopping
Well, grab what you can, but don't let it fool you
See the mans got a plan, and it doesn′t include you, like


Doctor, give me my prognosis
Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis
I was feeling fine till yesterday
Maybe you and I should focus
Cynikaliosis
Feeding us the lie, we never wait

You can take the shoes of my feet and move it along
I won't loose any sleep over nothing that small
But don't take my mind of what′s right and what′s wrong
See, we need our vision to see where we going

And I know, and I know it's about time and the money and the money and time
Working man at his house saying: honey I′m trying
To get you everything you want, outrunning the line
Nine-to-five, night shifts, till one of us dies
So you can look like Kate Blanchet or Scarlett Johansen
Parade around the block in the hottest new fashion
Million-dollar smile while you shop at the mall
While I wait around the house for the doctor to call,
And say:

-Hello?
-Mister Reisch. I'm afraid a have some bad news for you.
-Ugh, ok.
-Well, the test results are back and quite frankly, it ain′t looking to good
-Wait, whats wrong?
-It's a dismount prognosis for you.
-Ok.
-Yeah, very bad to say the least.

Doctor, give me my prognosis
Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis
I was feeling fine till yesterday
Maybe you and I should focus
Feeding us the lie, we never wait