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(Akin)These days rappers are shittyReally gritty, that's what my style isI culture shock the mostWe boast, but yet we modestFuck stereotypes, we've spent many a nightsFightin' the likes of hypocrites with every a micWe bold,Poetic slave but I ain't never been soldOr I was told to move my prose and go for goldOh, no you didn'tThink 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 crackcaneWhile I map waves to validate my rap daysCaught in the tension, some call the art of suspension, wePursue the heart and use the art as a weaponryPursue 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 moonlightGet in a groove until you move rightLetras de cancionesCome on baby, we gon' live lifeHold tight, lose sight, it's alrightSoft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlightGet in a groove until you move rightCome on baby, we gon' live lifeHold tight, lose sight, it's alrightIt's alrightFor my midnight fever brushing my shouldersI'm stepping out in the club, the Cise is the renaissanceBringin' it back to slowin' it downFrom the up to downtown, nigga I get aroundThe people they know me, I'm taking this slowlyThis city is mine, you blind son, only the lonelyStand at the top, I'm chased by the haters and copsThat don't wanna see a nigga shine, I own the blockYou fuckin' wit' him? You fuckin' wit me,You betta believe you might leave with blood on your sleeveWreckin' the place and put a sour taste in your faceEscapin' the grace and got one foot in the graveThe money you made, lyrical art disseminate,Oppress the mind like lyrical and biblical daysWe ready to take him, you niggas are hatin'Motherfucker, you what? Talk shit, I ain't playin',NowSoft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlightGet in a groove until you move rightCome on baby, we gon' live lifeHold tight, lose sight, it's alrightSoft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlightGet in a groove until you move rightCome on baby, we gon' live lifeHold tight, lose sight, it's alright(Akin)Ay, yoI'm feelin' off balance, you know my style's kinda differentIt's not quite commercial, yet beyond the ground visionCatch me in stores, a nigga fall between giantsYet I just do it fluid, I'm classic, check the mindBefore the tours of all types, what flavor are yours?You can get it now or later, niggas headed for morguesI bring it, crime and king, while emcees get thrownRight out the ring, wit' yo' bling shit, it's sing-along (For real)I got a fetish to rock a true beat boyRock steady when I grip mics, my clone is a decoy to trapWack niggas explorin' the thought of battlin'I double dare you to come near fool, I'm better thanMichael Jack, you talk then I might go slapTaste out your mouth, damn look, now you're bitterQuitter, after you heard me and Clyde ripThem boys like 'put that down, you got a vise grip'(Cise Star)Soft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlightGet in a groove until you move rightCome on baby, we gon' live lifeHold tight, lose sight, it's alrightSoft radiance, baby I'm in the moonlightGet in a groove until you move rightCome on baby, we gon' live lifeHold tight, lose sight, it's alrightIt's alright From Letras Mania