[Verse 1: Akin]
Ayo ayo, well guess who's takin' over this?
Just like supreme soviet
Is down by lord's gover. Fit up all the fist
Brown-skinned man. I smoke the reefer plants
And still making plans while they make the band
I spit venom—the quintessential mic phantom
The rhyme villain wanted for dealing truth, a felon and
This new world up we like to call home
Of the brave and free and the unknown roam
With host of future, black moguls
Blue collar whites with the mic to fight vultures
That's utopia. I'm getting over ya
Head gets the lead, hit hard when I hold it to the
Paper, write a song so y'all can all sing along
f** that—I ring alarms ‘til your school's out. It's bombs
Over Baghdad and Iraq. Kuwait at the same time
I'm sick of your lame rhymes. Y'all pray when it's game time
[Verse 2: Cise Star]
Surviving the storm, a go-bot with multiple forms
Psychedelic with the relic, star-gate to beyond
2000-and-1 Space Odyssey in the sun
Like Tron, I'm in the game, so deep in the blood
Following hope, pushing over stumbling blocks
I'm holding on to the little bit of love that I've got
For my peoples in the city that be holding they own
To my peoples in the country that be building their homes
To my fathers that be paying child support to they kids
To my dialing-out brothers in the jail doing bids
Keep your head up
Heart strong
With fists in the air
Keep your head up, heart strong with fists in the air
Keep your weight up. For Cise Star, we taking it there
So breath
[Bridge 1: Cise Star] (x2)
We're gonna k** it with the spirit of change
I be the only brother fanning the flames
[Bridge 2: Akin Yai]
Go move it to this movement, do it, make your daddy proud
Now we speak into sh** too deep, yet we stay above ground
[Verse 3: Cise Star]
I see people how they want to be seen
Just another human being, trying to make in your dream
It's the little things that mean so much in this life
So I'ma treat you like a brother—f** a wicked device
Be the more better blues when you good and you lose
Be the black man survive. I'm paying my dues
Beating ridiculous wickedness I'm seeing on news
It makes a predicament. Hit or miss, so what do we do?
Cultivate Your New Experience, open your arms
Embrace everything that's around you ‘cause you living with God
Holding on, holding strong ‘cause we're living it now
Keep it on, hope is ours ‘cause the love is found
For real. Speak easy to the gravel on streets
Asphalt molding the beats, emanate in the heat
And beating many, many tears ‘cause the road is harsh
Striving in the city of God