El Cairo Lyrics

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, …"