[Verse 1: Cise Starr]
I let my mind mental, going back to grind central
It is essential that I move my pencil
My credentials and my dental make it nice and simple
So y'all can hear it, never fear it, and you come and listen (Listen up, listen up)
Cause rhyme style forever glisten, making it a mission
For rap to be a New-Age-established religion
So we gon' move it in my pulpit
My tabernacle will shackle any emcees that want step to me and battle
I'm keepin' the peace and order while I'm hittin' the gavel
You talkin' that bullsh**? You gonna hit the gravel
Cause I'm gonna do what I can and do what I must
Those silly motherf**as can't rock the mic—they need to hush (Shut up)
I'll be your favorite fanatical lyrical lush
Feeding your ears with grade A lyrical food stuffs
Making you blush when you hear it
Making your spirit overjoyed from these lyrics—after, you want to spit it (Yeah)
Honey, we vivid on candid camera—now, I'm scarin' ya
Like Godzilla fightin' Gamera, spreadin' malaria (Ha ha)
In ya area, pandemonium just abound
The design'll hit ya town with that musical sound now
And move the crowd with the graphic displays
Of physical waves that make you wanna lose it for days
n***a, we made lyrical art and serenade
Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days
[Verse 2: Cise Starr]
Blessin' the club with my presence, forgettin' all of my lessons
The only protection that I'm carryin' is not a weapon
Gets to high steppin' when you see me
No man can ever beat me
I sit back and shine hard—believe me, I'm glistenin'
Talkin' bullsh** while b**hes listenin'
Pushin' a bubble, I sittin' hard on black Michelin
Wrapped around a 20-inch, buff shine ridiculous
Freak nasty hoes, squat down and lick meticulous
You hearin' this? Keepin' these chicken heads delirious
With the vocab and the neck sparklin' serious
Come on, shorty. Don't look shy—no need fearin' this
With your cute eyes, fat thighs and hair marvelous (Yeah)
Your skin tone melodic, your voice sound exotic
You're so fine, potpourri scent from when you farted
Let's get it started back at my place, gettin' retarded
And don't be actin' brand-new, boo—we gettin' on it
So what you talk about?
Here are my digits, so hit the walkabout
So we can set it up in the truck
You know we bout ta f**
So light it up. I'm blazin' yo mind
We pa**in' the time. f** doin' lines
We sippin' on expensive wine. Damn you're fine
Pretty brown thighs I'm gonna climb. Body sublime
Sippin' Coronas, lickin' the lime
Line for line, it be the Cise rippin' your mind
So give me some time so we can unwind
[Verse 3: Cise Starr]
Yo, this is how we did it. The city is gettin' me hype
Grabbin' the mic, for Cise Star rippin' it nice (Nice)
Dimmin' the lights, my words became the vehicle
Movin' the crowd—lyrical sounds remain diesel
The speakers amplify the words of my mind
In the physical sense stands one-fourth of the CYNE
Reppin' this rhyme, so I'm standin' to the right of the God
"Up Above," givin' love while he's rappin' his song
Even though I stand 5'11", my head is touchin' heaven
Above the clouds, our sounds stop 9/11
I be the Deacon Reverend rockin' the triple 7
It be the crews I'm wreckin', so, sonny, I'm car collectin'
I'm stayin', leavin' the message
But sometimes, you second-guessin'
You better be understandin' that I never left the first question
Move on my music—meticulous in many directions
Hittin' ya city, town, area, province, and section