Cise Star - D.T.F.N. lyrics

[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