The "Freedom Aint Free" EP

by Cyrano Sinatra

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The #FreedomAintFree EP is a collection of songs from Cyrano's upcoming double-album, "JavaNation: Freedom Ain't Free"

Featuring singles, 'We Came 2 Win," "Gold<3 (aka GoldHearted)" and more, The #FreedomAintFree EP is a politically-charged callout to all supporters of HipHop to raise more than their hands to fight against the industrial complex that would degrade and kill HipHop culture.

Cyrano Sinatra's EPK can be found here: www.itsmyurls.com/cyranoakacyyung

@CyranoSinatra

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released 19 June 2013

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Track Name: G.H.E.T.T.O.U.T. (Produced by Centric)
Worldwide....
Come inside man...
Walk wit me... (Yung)

Yo
God forgive me for my insensitivity
But I remember vividly/What these streets did to me
So where I'm makin my bed is far from it
I'ma let em say whatever they say/I aint runnin
I'm surviving like Ice-T/Wit 'whitey' chasin after me
And 'niggas' tryna pull me to the bottom like gravity
You oughta know i got steel in reserve
Iron Man part 2/ War Machine wit words
I speed by you in a blur like Flash/LaShawn Merritt on the mic
All you seeing is the back of my spikes
And see my bites lockjaw/The exception to Newton's Law
Dont be asking what its for when I'm forcing you to withdraw
You inert and gassed up/I took beats you passed up and
Made first-class work/While you hustled for fast bucks
In this competitive world/I'm like Des'ree
Gotta be bold/So you can behold my resume'
Modern-day sharecroppers that you callin chartoppers are toxic
Like Britney/And in need of Weight Watchers
The Last Emperor/So while you pioneer movements that remain unproven/I'm making timeless music
To be or not to be is not a question for me
I'm legendary even if I never enter the league
So call me Pee-Wee Yung
Carolina's stepson
Missionary to the music/Like Rev Run, I do it for fun...

Hook
G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T...(whats it all about?)
G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T...


2nd Verse:
I know they thought they knew/All of the pros that called Carolina home
Who's the unknown cat claiming the throne?
Thats always seen rockin a hot on top of his dome
And when he isnt/He's dressed to the nines in tailored fines
If Malcolm Little had him a boy/Then you lookin at him
I'm rappin redeeming rhymes/You cowards are gunclapping
Plus, I can stand in line wit the elders/Like Steve said
"Dont trip...cause he aint through wit me yet"/And i mean that
I wake up in the morning with age tugging my ear
Tryna tell me 2008 just wasnt my year
But i refuse to lose/Obama got a brother from another mother
Spittin the news/Making it clear
Its Cy Dela/Rockin the mic/Killing the tarantella
Right before tarantula bites/Hit em wit aloe vera
Its good music you hearing/Your mind body and soul are
Free at Last/We unsurpassed
All these glass-jaw boxers/Gettin they face smashed
Peering in the looking glass/And seeing they own ass/Its sad
I understand I'm probably making you mad
But Dad told me that I was best so/I'm making him glad
And instead of counting chips and riches/From diggin ditches
I'm fishing men up outta this Matrix/Using its glitches
Pullin em by they britches if necessary
So Yung reach one, teach one/Who in turn can breach one
Thats one...

Hook
G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T...(whats it all about?)
G...H...E...T...T...O...U...T...

Get...O...U...T...OUT

All these modern-day miracles aint spiritual...
But you dont hear me though...
Track Name: Move (Produced by Cyrano Sinatra)
Welcome to another interlude
As we bring it to you/Mental and physical
Musical situations are gettin critical
A lotta people invest wit no residual
You gotta look at what this industry is giving you
Got you plodding through the snow like caribou
Ice-grills and cold shoulders got you berry blue
Keep on fronting and get popped like a cherry dude
The real essence of HipHop will carry you
If you open up your auditory vestibule
Stop listening to what the suits tellin you
Fa'real dude they only interested in selling you
Listen to the disgruntled cat thats yelling dude
And he'll tell you that he really aint feelin you
But do we ever listen to those, rebelling who
Dont believe the bullshit you kickin in your interviews?
You sacrificed like a ritual killin
The power that you had was such a sexual feelin
Now you searchin for some spiritual healing
Cuz you tired of all the wheelin and dealin what you was party to
So lets party dude
If you dont know the lyrics,
Let the spirit make em up like Steve Harvey dude.
But either way you lose
Cuz you got ya real enemies all up on you, like you on Family Feud

Hook:
(Move)
From the airport to the highrises
(Move)
From the streetball courts to franchises
(Move)
From the college girls to the young mothers
(Move)
Can you move a little for a independent brother?
(Move)
From the West Coast gangs back East
(Move)
For the cats in the belly of the beast
(Move)
For those trying to increase the peace, uh
(Move)
Shake ya body-body, dont hurt nobody-body


2nd Verse:
Oh my god/Would you look who talkin smack now
Like he on Smackdown/He got his act down
He got the crowd where they dont know how to act now
Hypnotized like fiends up in the crackhouse
Industry tried to make him got the mack route
Tried to turn Cy Yung into a rap clown
But understand i will never go the wack route
This grown man cannot and wont back down
Tight lyrics cuz I'm pickin up the slack now
I know you feel it, cuz you quoting shit back now
Bringin back Boombap like G. Rap now
My premier got the scene pitch black now (sic)
All the threats and challenges is smack now
Intimidators and haters...fall back now
I stand tall like Paul, above Shaq now
I'm bout to change the game, like that New Jack sound
But dont overreact, I aint Rap Brown
I'm just a man coming from the Wolfpack town
Tryna open doors up for Cakalak now
Who wants more than a platinum-coated plaque now
You niggas handicap like Zack Gowan
And I'm the Mike Johnson of rap, back on track now
The scariest situation that you was never anticipatin was me
Hittin like a heart attack BLAW!

Hook:
(Move)
From the airport to the highrises
(Move)
From the streetball courts to franchises
(Move)
From the college girls to the young mothers
(Move)
Can you move a little for a independent brother?
(Move)
From the West Coast gangs back East
(Move)
For the cats in the belly of the beast
(Move)
For those trying to increase the peace, uh
(Move)
Shake ya body-body, dont hurt nobody-body
Track Name: Da Basement (Produced by Kid Hum)
So be it...

Long overdue...but true...

1st Verse:
Runnin suicide drills/Like Mike in Catskills
I fight mass appeal/And settle with fast thrills
I drill and penetrate to the core/Giving em more heat than they ever felt before
So be it
The Fossil/Cy unified steady flow/You already know how we do it
So lets just get into it
You ruined a generation so renovation is needed
God-speed its occurring without any deterrents
Worry in this emergency state is second nature
In snow flurries, I'm Purlie Victorious/Let em hate us
Debate on who ya favorite up-n-coming negated
Cy fluctuated and demonstrated to your amazement
A crown-prince/Down ever since you know where down was
Doubting us is something we not allowing around us
Cause thinkin' outside of the box/Is just a crockpot dish if you aint got the knowledge to think wit
Better cook those noodles in ya mind next time
Cause that egg is so fried on drugs/Its redline
Relapsed and ass-backwards/Wack and out-of-practice
Step back and ask this question/'Fore you get ya ass kicked
Who the hell said you was better than anybody?
Nobody I give a damn about/Even a small amount
So count/Ya blessings on my middle finger
Cause one plus zero equals one more hero that died young
Besides Yung, you're peons/Babes in glass bleakers
Formaldehyde-drowned/No longer alive either/
You right under the surface and worthless/I dig deeper
And make my mansion/ with the molemen and anteaters in the Basement...shit...


Hook:
Tall cans and cold bottles/We oil derelicts
Hum and Cy Yung/Full throttle and we airing it out
This is what its all about/Look down
Cause we coming fast and furious/in surround sound

2nd Verse:
I'm as passionate as possible/Overcoming the obstacles
Then I hear average shit being called remarkable
How the fuck should I respond?
Like Genghis Khan/I eradicate and evaporate these lost ones
Niggas apeshit if they say that Cy dont go realer (gorilla)
Fake shits all i hear from these weak flow spitters
I'm Nolan Ryan throwing no-hitters
How you let a old nigga like myself outspit ya?
Ya doe is bigger/And you sposed to be richer but dawg
I can get ya day or night
See my mics a flishlight/Shining bright
And in spite of tall hurdles/I still bloom like myrtles
A little bit later than most/But still fertile
And I plan to spread seeds until the weeds turn purple
Stand back and say/"Did i do that?"/Like Steve Urkel
Family matters first/But our mission is to build
So i'm uniting wit Kid Hum/Drilling for oil fields
In the basement...

Hook:
Tall cans and cold bottles/We oil derelicts
Hum and Cy Yung/Full throttle and we airing it out
This is what its all about/Look down
Cause we coming fast and furious/in surround sound

Cyrano's in the building...Kid Hum is in the building...
Track Name: Gold <3 aka GoldHearted (Produced by DJ LEAGUES)
Hey u (AU) chemical brothers/What you buying now?
Trying now? Samples aint enough/So we dying now
HipHop fans up the river/Left crying now/Pride is first priority
Listen to the lion now
Clawed ya way up to the top of Mount Zion
And since they was buying/You aint know they was lying
You got ya first royalty check/Feeling like a king
But is the grass green where the loyalty's at?
That brass ring turned green on ya finger/Uncle Tom Thumb
5-finger discount/Iran (i ran) when the bombs come
Purple -haze smoke from grenades make the brave choke
Sold out just to sellout/And now the gates closed
So while you make those/dubloons and pesos
Eyes water up like when perfume invades nose
Made your bed in the American wasteland
Starving artist/Man, tighten up ya waistband

Hook:
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Hearts on Fire....
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Strong desire...
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Rages deep within...
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
This will not happen again

Yo,
Temperature gauge when the crowds in a rage
Turning red, hot and blue/Live from the barbecue pit (Pit)
The misfits worshipping the Dixie Chicks
They still aint convinced Mumia is innocent shit (Shit)
Ya halflife is half wrong/Half right/Half strong half light
We had fun last night/Quit
The nicotine fiends dream serpentine scenes
Golden boys on the grind liek Ben Vereen
The Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines/Got members on the team
That shake like tambourines
And we clinging to rap/Pulling teeth like Cliff Burton
Run over twice and still hurting/Get
Up on the bus/If you rolling wit us/Then do/What you must
So truth is discussed it
Is not an option/So many fals doctrines/Our currency is next to worthless when we shopping


Hook:
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Hearts on Fire....
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Strong desire...
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Rages deep within...
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
This will not happen again

3rd Verse:
Made a mark on a white page/With a black pen
I thought about my kin and what they went through back then
From the Diaspora down to the depths of the French Quarter
With no clean quarters/Life was real horror
Thinking of the Peggy Sues/Rich men's daughters
And sons of Sam/Thinking what if that gun jammed
When King as on the balcony/Government run scams
What if 3/5s always equaled to one man?
What if "Black Power" wasnt just raised hands
Call yourself "rebels" but you asking for a chance to speak
See, Barack Obama got white feet/SO he might be really representing Them and not me
And let me say Leagues/I aint trying to start beef
But this nightmare we living in aint close to King's dream
I sleep when the sandman cometh
A Dark Knight turning wrong into right until the cup is overrunneth


Hook:
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Hearts on Fire....
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Strong desire...
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
Rages deep within...
<You keep me searching for a heart of gold>
This will not happen again
Track Name: All About H.E.R. (Produced by Cynergy Soundz)
<Yo Cy whats been going on? I aint seen you wit ya girl HipHop in a minute?>
>Wassup man...Man, me & HipHop fell out...she did me wrong yo...for real...excommunicated<
<What? Cmon man! Not ya girl HipHop!>
>Yo man, she hangin round dudes that dont respect me<
<Yo you gots to tell me what happened yo>
>Man, its serious...i'll let you know what happened<

1st Verse:
Shhhh...be very quiet...what I'm about to do might cause a riot.
No more holding back/I gotta let it out man/Before I have a heart attack
Now I met that girl HipHop back in the day
She was the bomb-diggity in every way
Had H.E.R. head on straight...a real bright future
Had something to say, and dope producers but (But)
She took all these things for granted
Started to get a little bit too candid
Cameras flashing/Now she got fame
Saw how fast that this chick could change
Here on minute and gone the next
Said she was abstinent/She fond of sex
And matter fact she be on that X/Gettin her freak on
Man...my girl HipHop is gone..

Hook:
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...

2nd Verse:
Brand Nu told that chick to slow down
Cant believe she runnin around town
Said she was celibate/Yeah if you buy a bit
Try a bit now/And nigga you might die of it
Sex explosion/Now the chick's posing in magazines
Her wrist and neck frozen
Had a dream once/But now she doing bumps in the back of the club
And showing off her humps
B.i.G. in reverse/Classy to nasty/Trying to get one moe hit/Just trashy
So far out there/She in the X-files/On a case bout girls gone wild
Who woulda ever thought in they wildest dreams/
HipHop was addicted to C.R.E.A.M.
Doing something strange for a piece of change
Holla for a dollar/Fuck for a buck/Nigga why bother

Hook:
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...

3rd Verse:
Thought that she was my queen to be
Around-the-way girl what she seem to be
I coulda hooked up with a loyal chick
YOu remember Jazz? Yo that girl was all on my dick
But nooooo i gotta have a thing for H.E.R.
And my memories before H.E.R. seem to blur
Its gon be hard/Cuz nigga I fiend for H.E.R.
BUt see thats how quick bad things occur
Its a thin line between/Love and hate
You wanna go back to when the love was great
But HipHop? I think the love from H.E.R. was fake
Look at who this chick put in my place
Some dude that aint trying to be nothing/Stuntin frontin
Long as the beat bumping/HipHop shaking her ass like Beyonce
And that chick was almost my fiancee'

Hook:
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
<If by chance you see her, dont let anybody tell her what went down>
Its just another sad love song...
Track Name: Time 2 Kill (Produced by XMP)
They say rehabilitation is sort of a graduation
Showing that you can overcome adverse situations
Patiently waiting/Like a bad case of constipation
As they weigh your conflagrations and violations
Meetings wit ya shrink for ya mental examination
Checking the DSM, while you BS them
Put on ya best grin when the warden comes
"Yessirs" and "no sirs" to the important ones
For that, you get a nice green feather in ya cap
Niggas act cold as ice cream wherever you at
Nights black as onyx
Bumpin shoulders wit convicts
Somewhere in the state represented by Supersonics
Actions determine reactions from factions
Satisfaction in outlasting these bastions
23 hours...lockdowns for cowards
For one hour you feel the sun's power like sunflowers


Hook:
Lets make it our mission
To keep our Black men outta prison
We rob and steal
Cuz we cant get a job and chill
And now we got time to kill, time to kill
Lets make it our mission
To keep our Black men outta prison
We rob and steal
Cuz we cant get a job and chill
And now we got time to kill, time to kill

2nd Verse:
You knew that you was in for a helluva stay
When you heard those two words...Pelican Bay
Playing basketballs the highlight of every day
Placing phone calls, you might fight every day
Hesitation...a figment of imagination
Gotta have a hard outer shell like a crustacean
Blood gets shed on the reg, like menstration
More than once a month, its a daily ramification
Who's really to blame for this horrible situation?
Strike number 3, that 25 you facing...
Momma used to tell you "Son, just be patient"
Seek salvation, dont violate your probation
Shit, you was just a young buck, like Desmond Mason
You wont even thinking hellfire and damnation
You was tryna conquer frustration and starvation
Now you only get to see your son on special occasions

Hook:
Lets make it our mission
To keep our Black men outta prison
We rob and steal
Cuz we cant get a job and chill
And now we got time to kill, time to kill
Lets make it our mission
To keep our Black men outta prison
We rob and steal
Cuz we cant get a job and chill
And now we got time to kill, time to kill

3rd Verse:
Aint nothing like losing your freedom
Losing your reason to live
Not choosing to, but losing your religion
Turn ya soul cold as ice water/You frozen
Nights colder than Kobe in Boulder/
You rolling downhill/Like a snowball/Gaining momentum
Roll call at 7AM in every prison
Now you wish you woulda listened to intervention
White men make it their mission to keep you in the system
Over and over/The cycle of life continues
Nights out lights out/Fresh fish on the menu
Cant tie ya shoelaces without checking ya rear view
For a limited time only you see the clear blue
Hell naw, this shit aint easy/They tryna kill you
What? You really thought they was tryna rebuild you?
Think about it...who does this thug life appeal to?
Public enemy #1 is still blue

Hook:
Lets make it our mission
To keep our Black men outta prison
We rob and steal
Cuz we cant get a job and chill
And now we got time to kill, time to kill
Lets make it our mission
To keep our Black men outta prison
We rob and steal
Cuz we cant get a job and chill
And now we got time to kill, time to kill
Track Name: C.Y.i.D.i.T.C. (Produced by Crews)
More than a passing fancy/Passionately entrancing
Fashionably romancing/Actually I'm dancing
Verbally swinging swaying/Charleston to Lindy Hop
Thats why these words I'm saying/Cant be considered pop
You feel the elevation/Savor the sensation
A beat so rhythmically righteous/The shit is temptation
Nectar of sweetest trees/Vectors and all degrees
Angels and archangels/Herald the high emcees
So while you try and treason/I'm Cy in every season
Given my graduation station in rhyme and reason
Cryptic in crib sheets and /Sparringly sparring none
Over these classic beats/I'm having hella fun
Couldnt be more enlightened/With every word I'm writing
Reaching and reciting/Channeling greased lightning
Thats why I'm hot potatoes/Cool-Aid in many flavors
Cover the color spectrum/Minor a double major

Hook:
C...Y...I...D...I...T...C...
C...Y...I...D...I...T...C...
C...Y...I...D...I...T...C...
C...Y...I...D...I...T...C...

2nd Verse:
You shoulda listened to the previous generation for innovation
These little kids dont even have a basic education
Who's lambourghini's paid for is top news
Beating up your girlfriend's just her crying the blues
Somebody search "Reel HipHop" on YouTube
The dudes you got proclaiming the top got loose screws
I dont see how we could lose everything that we gained
Did Jam Master Jay and Dilla waste their lives in vain?
Dont you realize that what you're doing isn't the same
Recreation isnt recreating/You're playing games
This valuable commodity you playing with is priceless
In this fine art Cyrano's one of the nicest
So here we go again/I'm Glenn Jonesin for justice
You hotdogs/Relish the thought and pass the mustard
I dust it off/Put the needle on the record
And HipHop is once again/Resurrected/You're welcome