Bye Toxic City

Verse 1 (D-Cipher):

Bye toxic city, hello the album,

With our name on the bench like we tryna sell houses,

Why you tryna keep it 1000,

When six figures barely means a good outcome, listen,

You can only shoot as high as you aim,

So keep me round the stars when that bang out, ring,

I'm past all that acting grimey,

Super glad that that's behind me, in the fresh lo Stitch and Max 90s

Verse 2 (Cee):

Fuck it, find me in my Yeezy's, and my pants stripey,

Drip ridiculous, I'm ready, Adidas, sign me,

Mans is grown as fuck, overdue, should be blowing up,

Me and D, we been loading up, hella fire from these cold Canucks,

Yeah, this the deluxe, fam, we ain't braking,

The city toxic so it's bye like we ain't playing,

Write our names up on the bench, it's for the culture,

Homie, 2020 cancelled, I ain't need a fucking ulcer, I'm sayin'

Verse 3 (D-Cipher):

It's over, picking for the vultures,

It's a shame, they said we did it to the culture,

From breakdancing cardboard to spray cans and art forms,

Making beats, fucking hardcore, yeah,

I've almost lost my relationship twice,

For beat making, go and tell me I ain't bout that life,

I'd be out if you ain't like my wife,

It's ironic that I'm bout to blow, in the city where it's kife

Verse 4 (Cee):

Plus it's cold, D, rappers move slowly,

And I ain't dip from Melbourne just to fail and get obese,

Been on the road, B,

Since the lockdown, I keep it local like a Mile End bagel and some gnocchi,

White cup, sippin' third wave fire,

IPA and soul samples, I am bout that life,

And we hustle til we get it, so we up all night,

Shit, another vacation? Playa, must be nice, so let's go

Verse 5 (D-Cipher):

Don't be hatin' when I touch down to white sands,

Tryna get away from white lines and wastemans,

That's the stakes, man,

How can I get a feel for a person in times we can't shake hands,

I'll never get used to that,

Like new jacks who wing it, when you should practice swinging like you next to bat,

Or maybe you just next to rat,

In this toxic city, too many fake it, with no hopes to make it, common facts

Verse 6 (Cee):

I kick the bombest raps, rock over the hottest slaps,

I'll make ya mama laugh, a fucking iconoclast,

I'm cool like Ghana mans,

My life is hectic like Islamabad, I'm getting the same love that Obama had,

Yeah, so the city mad toxic,

Corona everywhere like we be lampin' in Oaxaca,

Yo, or maybe like a billboard in Dundas,

It's really tryina keep me but I've done that, this cunt pass, bye