Verse 1: Cise Star

Proud like a panther, a jaguar stars at anthem

This wilderness of bliss contradicts my mind's answer

Lose it, why in the hell do you think you knew this?

I rule this circumference portions written in blueprints

Demanding a Frank Lloyd Wright designing Guggenheim

Spyler taking it higher are architects my lines

Ever so symbolize no never I'm synthesized

Sympathize with those who know how to measure the time

Need to harmony, yes the sound follows me

The voice is a reason I need I hear you calling me

Never falsetto my lines revise ghettos

Remember the tenet eyes of iTunes down the treble echo

Just a blacksmith I raps heavy metal

And pound my Emmy bass the taste of lower levels (hello)

So what you need oh yes the least of these my brethren

Look at Doughboy's endevilment

Like rock stars riding in the back of the cop cars

A voice is a choice that I made but isn't that bizarre

Yes I hearing it the terms of endearment

Just sign the dotted lines in the fine print, I smeared it

Wise words I heard turn to lyrics

An undiluted truth recoup without the interference

The appearance is now, the king and the crown

Hid the truth the sound, booming voice in the clouds, we gets

What the hell was that?