These days rappers are shitty Really gritty, that's what my style is I culture shock the most We boast, but yet we modest Fuck stereotypes, we've spent many a nights Fightin' the likes of hypocrites with every a mic We bold, Poetic slave but I ain't never been sold Or I was told to move my prose and go for gold Oh, no you didn't Think I was bullshittin' My gift of gab is real as troops sittin', Brown skin warriors, in the Middle East, Words are pen and piece of rapin' (For real, nothing's sacred) In these last days, where corny rap's the crackcane While I map waves to validate my rap days Caught in the tension, some call the art of suspension, we Pursue the heart and use the art as a weaponry Pursue the heart and use the art as a weapon, see? Pursue the heart and use the art as a weapon, yo.
(Cise Star): Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlight Get in a groove until you move right Come on baby, we gon' live life Hold tight, lose sight, it's alright Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlight Get in a groove until you move right Come on baby, we gon' live life Hold tight, lose sight, it's alright
It's alright For my midnight fever brushing my shoulders I'm stepping out in the club, the Cise is the renaissance Bringin' it back to slowin' it down From the up to downtown, nigga I get around The people they know me, I'm taking this slowly This city is mine, you blind son, only the lonely Stand at the top, I'm chased by the haters and cops That don't wanna see a nigga shine, I own the block You fuckin' wit' him? You fuckin' wit me, You betta believe you might leave with blood on your sleeve Wreckin' the place and put a sour taste in your face Escapin' the grace and got one foot in the grave The money you made, lyrical art disseminate, Oppress the mind like lyrical and biblical days We ready to take him, you niggas are hatin' Motherfucker, you what? Talk shit, I ain't playin', Now
Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlight Get in a groove until you move right Come on baby, we gon' live life Hold tight, lose sight, it's alright Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlight Get in a groove until you move right Come on baby, we gon' live life Hold tight, lose sight, it's alright
(Akin) Ay, yo I'm feelin' off balance, you know my style's kinda different It's not quite commercial, yet beyond the ground vision Catch me in stores, a nigga fall between giants Yet I just do it fluid, I'm classic, check the mind Before the tours of all types, what flavor are yours? You can get it now or later, niggas headed for morgues I bring it, crime and king, while emcees get thrown Right out the ring, wit' yo' bling shit, it's sing-along (For real) I got a fetish to rock a true beat boy Rock steady when I grip mics, my clone is a decoy to trap Wack niggas explorin' the thought of battlin' I double dare you to come near fool, I'm better than Michael Jack, you talk then I might go slap Taste out your mouth, damn look, now you're bitter Quitter, after you heard me and Clyde rip Them boys like 'put that down, you got a vise grip'
(Cise Star) Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlight Get in a groove until you move right Come on baby, we gon' live life Hold tight, lose sight, it's alright Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlight Get in a groove until you move right Come on baby, we gon' live life Hold tight, lose sight, it's alright
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