[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