CYNE
On The Head Of The Crimson King
Verse 1: Cise Star
Four roses in a plastic cup chasing wisdom Natti light
Watching Eric Andre handle what is right
Paper plates and plastic spoons throw away is what I do
Then I wonder why my life is empty, who is you
Who am I never learned your name just a passerby
Everything is everything but everybody going blind
Take it one day at a time, baby steps grown men
Lips to another bottle sip again
Contusions, heavy metals in my music
Higher math get it together brother yes we knew this
Never adds up, you chump punks get beat down
Writing on the wall Basquiat crowns
Writing on the wall Basquiat crowns
Writing on the wall Basquiat crowns
Hook: Cise Star
Hail to the red king, blast a new edition
Pullin down the thin vail, daddy pay attention
Just a sub space transmission honey listen
Soul glistenin on the microphone (get it, get it)
(x2)
Verse 2: Cise Star
Ghost In The Shell but the shell is so for sell
I'm moving on like a vagabond fending well
Black lives grey matter as I break shackles
See me through a different view never was a cattle
Breaking through the Hearst, screaming so my voice is heard
While you swimming with these lemons I just craft a verse
Converse, put a bird on it make it work
Like a bird on some money In God We Church
In God we curse, in God we hurt
In God we hide, is God I search
For real, please tell me how you really feel
We are all slaves to attention watch me now
Basquiat crowns, Basquiat crowns
Hook: Cise Star
Hail to the red king, blast a new edition
Pullin down the thin vail, daddy pay attention
Just a sub space transmission honey listen
Soul glistenin on the microphone
(x2)