[Verse 1: Akin]

Yo, 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

Fighting the likes of hypocrites with every a mic, we’re bold

Poetic slave, I ain’t never been sold, or I

Was told to mold my prose and go for gold. Oh

No you didn’t. Think I was bullshitting?

My gift of gab as real as troops sitting

Brown-skinned warriors in the Middle East, wars

Are bet on, beasts are raping (For real, nothing’s sacred)

In these last days, where corny raps of crack pay

While I map waves to validate my rap days

Caught in the tension, some put the art in 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

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)

Soft radiance, baby, I’m in the moonlight (The moonlight)

Get in the groove until you move right (Move right)

Come on baby, we gon’ live life (Live life)

Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright (It’s alright)

[Verse 2: Cise Star]

For my midnight fever, brushing my shoulders off

Stepping out in the club, the Cise is the renaissance

Bringing it back to slowing 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 fucking with him? You fucking with me, you better

Believe you might leave with blood on your sleeve

Wrecking the place and put a sour taste in your face

Escaping the grace and got one foot in the grave

Honey, we made lyrical art and serenade

Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days

We ready to take ‘em, you niggas are hating

Motherfucker, you what? Talk shit, I ain’t playing. Nah

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)

Soft radiance, baby, I’m in the moonlight (The moonlight)

Get in the groove until you move right (Move right)

Come on baby, we gon’ live life (Live life)

Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright (It’s alright)

[Verse 3: Akin]

Ayyo, I’m feeling

New with Balance, you know my style’s kind of 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 rhyming

Florida tours of all type, 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 with your bling, shitty sing-along (For real)

I got a fetish to rock, a true b-boy

Rock Steady when I grip mics, my clone is a decoy

To trap wack niggas exploring the thought of battling

I double-dare you to come near, fool, I’m badder 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 vice grip”

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)

Soft radiance, baby, I’m in the moonlight (The moonlight)

Get in the groove until you move right (Move right)

Come on baby, we gon’ live life (Live life)

Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright (It’s alright)