Moonlight

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
 It's alright