[Verse 1: Cise Star]
Nakamichi tape system, bass bumps in pistons
Rolling stones when I'm hanging with the Christians
Will the real spit it? It's a different world, get it?
Get it how you live it—pimpin' pants ain't fittin'
High water, high water, walk like a pigeon
Maybe an Egyptian with my higher hieroglyphics
Thirty-three degrees and my pyramid prolific
Eye of Providence in the sky and it's lifted
Universal rhymes, unlimited, gifted
God rest your soul—you got higher business
Please bear witness, pull wisdom like a dentist
Hit you with my fitness, cut you off in mid-sentence
I am the Celebrity and you are my Apprentice
Word on the street, in the gutter, in the ditches
Word to the beat, in the corner, in the benches
Wonderful like Nas - It Was Written

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)
"Jerry is a fire. I'm a Nazca Line writer
Peasant in the present. In the future, call me sire
From humble beginnings and then became a sire
I'm a fighter." So say we all—take it higher

[Verse 2: Cise Star]
Did it for the living but the dead ain't kickin'
Team is supreme—Nakamichi tape system
Fuck your tape piss—I'm a clean, good listen
Equalize the lined up, bass boost hittin'
Doing what I do, but comment allez-vous?
Just breaking all the rules when I'm hanging out with Zeus
New red shoes and my Mercedes is bulletproof
Yes, I'm working miracles, doing shit you'll never do
Call me incredible, dopest intellectual
Turn it up a decibel. I'm yelling through your sectional
So unforgettable, putting on a spectacle
Christen out the priest in confessional
Maybe unprofessional but I get the job done, crazy
Drink a glass of milk, water my plant, gravy
Think like a man while you acting like a lady
Cise Star here to save the babies
[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)
"Jerry is a fire. I'm a Nazca Line writer
Peasant in the present. In the future, call me sire
From humble beginnings and then became a sire
I'm a fighter." So say we all—take it higher

[Verse 3: Cise Star]
Underhanded deals 'cause you get it how you feel
Wheels made of steel—ATLiens are real
Nakamichi, Nakamichi system got me ill
Just a son of a King like my name was Joe Hill
See me in the stars like the Greco-Roman gods
Like 2012-12-22 party hard
Like 1999, 2000 was just fine
Count down with closed eyes—we live or all die
Reason to the rhyme just tequila in a line
Captain of the buzz while you listen to the CYNE
Stop that, play, and then just rewind
Evolution of intelligent design
Rise

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)
"Jerry is a fire. I'm a Nazca Line writer
Peasant in the present. In the future, call me sire
From humble beginnings and then became a sire
I'm a fighter." So say we all—take it higher