The Cycle is an album that centers on breaking the cycle of poverty and violence. Growing up in gang infested neighborhoods, and a home filled with domestic violence, the rapper/producer turned to making music to distract him from the pain. This is the story of the process that made the artist.
WordPlay T.JAY is now getting more personal and taking his music into spaces he hasn't traveled to. He delivers more melody with witty lyricism. Instead of giving the story verbatim he now takes you on a journey through his words. After decades of sitting in the pews the choirboy has grown up, grabbed a microphone, and taken control of his fate.
lyrics
[Intro: Maurice – from “Coming to America”]
You see, I started off just like you guys, and now I’m washing lettuce.
Soon I’ll be on fries, then the grill. A year or 2 I make assistant manager
And that’s where the big bucks start rolling in.
[Intro: WordPlay T.JAY]
Check, check one two
(Trapping….Dreams)
[Verse 1: WordPlay T.JAY]
Said I’ll never make it.
Said I’ll never be this cold
Then I put out the cycle
Then the whole U.S. got snow
T dot J-A (Me)
Coming here to meet my goals
You get it the cycle?
Every four weeks I flow. (Woo)
Heavy like a maxi pad won’t stop for you niggas, taxi cab
Now I’m back in black put a kick right in like a hacky sack
Middle finger to your beamers On The Map now started with a mean mug
Middle finger if you’re salty never caught me on my knees pray to Jesus
[Hook]
2x: Trapping, (Trapping, trapping)
Trapping dreams
(Background: Lord almighty, Lord O’ Lord Almighty)
2x: I’m a King, I’m a king, trapping dreams.
[Verse 2]
Try to tell me I’m a loser.
Guess they’ve never seen my soul
I’m like a 12” vinyl
You’re fruit by the foot asshole (Jerk)
Using pen as a weapon
A whole lot of sin I’m confessing
Got the Holy Ghost, 87
Tell my mama call up the reverend
Cause I’m back up with aggression, read the message
Who you testing when you never learned the lesson
Now your backs kinda sweating I can see you home alone
Better call up Kevin (AHH!)
Don’t believe it till they see it but they always wanna be it to receive it
I’m a Thriller Billy Jean and I’m kinda Off the Wall better Beat It (Bad).
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m an icon now (You know it)
You better grab a Nikon now (Click)
Thought I would have been finished?
Played chicken like its Tyson now
Brain got the brights on
Turn like a cyclone, mind blown
Turn the mic on
Scale it up like a python, right on
Think I got the conscious flow
Get action like Bronson thought
Seven seals like an envelope
But I’m all the way hot never kind of dope
You boys kind of slow
Keep you way back there like a kind of tow.
And I’m more than okay and my fort stands still like Geronimo
