(Akin)
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