Lyrics

[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