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