Yeh... Cyrex

And you already know it's Erik Rhea on the beat!

This is PRGRSS

Progressively Reinventing Great Raps, Sounds, & Styles!

Heh! Let's get it in...

Yo. I got a temper… spark, blow it out

Set me off, talkin' reckless and showin' out. (Come on)

Push buttons in the wrong way, a song-

Made to retain the sane… all day. (All day)

Dodging texts, dodging feelings

For the most part, I'm all for hearin'

But what I look like, if I'm all just reeling?

Sauce is flowing, beef is searing. (Cook it up)

Don't call me to ask me questions. (Nah)

You don't got my number, ya ass is guessing. (Fuck off)

Rhymed to Great Dane beats, catch me wreck it

I'm an Alpha Dog. Rest in peace, Anton Yelchin. (Rest in peace)

I'm focused, man. You should know that I own this, man

When I rap, I'm a showman, man. (Yeh)

So low like the bottom of a bowl that I wanna-

Make my goal without it taking a toll

And yet I get distracted

I don't wanna sound like my words retracted

It's hard to seem like I'm really 'bout it

When I'm all exhausted and my mind is clouded

Forty hours, feels like eighty

Caught up in so much that's seeming shady

And every time you ask how I'm dealing lately

Just write me off like what I feel is crazy

“Buck up, Cyrex! Up and at em!

Could be way worse! Just get past it!

Fall in line! That's all you mastered!

Shut the fuck up or your ass is grass, kid!”

I'm just tryna get this going!

“Ya keep fucking up cause that's all you're knowing

Ya ain't shit, brainless, ta-lent lame as

Fuck so destined to f—” (CHILL!)

[Hook 1](4x)

I'm workin' on it

I'm workin' on it

I'm workin' on it

I swear I'm workin' on it!

Feel! It's the spiel!

But I deal. So undermined!

Feel! It's the spiel!

But I strive! It's right in your eyes!

(CHILL!)

Tryna get it handled. (Just tryin') But every other–

Angle, I'm full hit with some bullshit that'll–

Hit me, tryna come in tandem

Tryna work like I. Ain't. Got. No fandom. (Underground)

Tryna set apart, tryna pull me in

Tryna make me lose, I'ma surely win

Tryna make progress, it's a slow

Process, I ain't 50 Cent, I'm just– (You know)

Tryna make a whole dollar, but try-na–

Keep together for a least a whole hour. (Whole hour) Good as fuck

Or at least good enough, got a bag

Full of fucks, and they're leaking out. Heh. (That's a bar)

Tryna rise up. Man, I'ma go–

All the way up! But this the peak for the weakest now! (That's right)

Tryna see if I'm even able, distraction

Git the sale, no passion, get to gettin', I'm past it

And yet I get this feeling

I'm scared won't nobody want to hear it

Tripping, I'm outta mind, just clear up

The beat so sweet, all props to Rhea

Forty hours, feels like eighty

Caught up in so much that's seeming shady

And every time you ask how I'm dealing lately

Just write me off like what I feel is crazy

“Buck up, Cyrex! Up and at em!

Could be way worse! Just get past it!

Fall in line! That's all you mastered!

Shut the fuck up or your ass is grass, kid!”

I'm just tryna get this going!

“Ya keep fucking up cause that's all you're knowing

Ya ain't shit, brainless, ta-lent lame as

Fuck so destined to f—” (CHILL!)

[Hook 1](8x)

I'm workin' on it

I'm workin' on it

I'm workin' on it

I swear I'm workin' on it!

[Hook 2](2x)

Feel! It's the spiel!

But I deal. So undermined!

Feel! It's the spiel!

But I strive! It's right in your eyes!

When I'm off, it feels so fly. (So fly!)

When I'm on, it feels so dry. (So dry!)

Yeh ya feel. Not my spiel

Get outta my sight!

(CHILL!)