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Fuck a penny for my thoughts, here's a dollar
If you can hear me hollar why they pop collar
Champaign and combosie, I press play on a RCA to bring a legend back for the artists
Stay tuned with the stars man, design bars man
I rock with a passion of fight cause life's hard
As long as my sky spinnin, and I reside in it
I define livin with though slides trippin
Killin innocence
Fuck a black man's an innocent
Especially when held by Keen MC's that grimace
And fuck your thinking, the worlds mine
Your dumb def or blind smarten up see the signs
Building fall, but race war we brawl
Like a new civil war fuck Bush and Gore
I got one shot to make it to the top
Like a runaway slave ya'll better call the cops
I must be tragic towards the pop culture fabric
Surreal to the listener this shit must be magic

Cise Starr:
It's the art of war stores trying to sell me on the bullshit
I'm laced up buckles n belts pens and toolkits
Building up my city on rock and roll n soul
Coming back on the physical wax so fuck gold
Not a soldier of fortune, but believer in the defense
Protector of the rights, I fight the current events
Soul so bright I cause a total eclipse
Fuck a new order I became my own sequence
Individual might with individual sight with hot lyrical mics high intensity nights. (try and walk with me)

Cise Starr:
Back on the stage in a fiery blaze
Letting loose the inner sanctum while I conjure the grave
Resurrecting on cassette cause my heart in stone
Chip on my shoulder cause I'm always alone

Akin:
And man, Its hard to breath without fucking up trees
I zone without the microphone ascribing at ease
Enoch blest the instro, I let the pen strokes
Paper knocks close to the fate look at menstros
Reminisce on way back in the day
The black face on the screen n those crackers mock slaves
Fuck a song and a dance what you get is a glance a birds eye view through black experience
What a sling be a brake a slug meets its fate
White prawls on a nigga dick
Goddamn my nigga it's like i've been here before
Like polaroid shot picture i've been here for store
The agonizing truth, just lock me up in that booth
Cause I'm keep on spittin this shit it's for the youth
Young nigga's comin in young Madurai umbrella
Ya head get ahead in this game, my nigga's