[00:00.00] 作词 : Cise Starr from CYNE[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nujabes[00:18.95]I left my mind mental going back to grind central.[00:21.05] It is essential that I move my pencil. My credentials in my[00:23.96]Dental make it nice and simple, so y’all can hear it, never[00:26.35]Fear it, and you come and listen (Listen up, listen up) 'cause[00:28.51]My rhyme style forever glisten, making it a mission for[00:30.61]Rap to be a New-Age established religion[00:33.50]So we gon’ move it in my pulpit. My tabernacle[00:35.45]Will shackle any emcees that want to step to me and battle[00:38.10]I’m keeping the peace and order while I’m hitting the gavel[00:40.30]You talking that bull****? You’re gonna hit the gravel[00:42.60]'Cause I’ma do what I can and do what I must[00:44.85]Those silly mother****ers can’t rock the mic—they need to hush (Shut up)[00:47.69]I'll be your favorite fanatical lyrical lush[00:49.69]Feeding your ears with grade-A lyrical food stuffs[00:51.89]Making you blush when you hear it, making your spirit[00:54.39]Overjoyed from these lyrics. After, you want to spit it (Yeah)[00:56.64]Honey, we’re vivid on candid camera. Now, I’m scaring ya[00:59.15]Like Godzilla fighting Gamera, spreading malaria (Haha)[01:01.45]In your area, pandemonium just abound ‘cause[01:04.09]The CYNE’ll hit ya town with that musical sound now[01:06.49]And move the crowd with the graphic displays of physical[01:08.79]Waves that make you wanna lose it for days[01:10.64]*****, we made lyrical art and serenade[01:12.99]Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days[01:43.51]Blessing the club with my presence, forgetting all of my lessons[01:45.86]The only protection that I’m carrying is not a weapon[01:48.05]Gets to high stepping when you see me. No man can ever[01:50.70]Beat me. I sit back and shine hard—believe me[01:52.94]I’m glistening, talking bull**** while ******* listening[01:55.19]Pushing a bubble, I’m sitting hard on black Michelin[01:57.59]Wrapped around a twenty-inch, buff shine ridiculous[01:59.89]Freak nasty hoes, squat down, and lick meticulous[02:02.34]You’re hearing this? Keeping these chickenheads delirious[02:04.64]With the vocab and the neck sparkling serious[02:06.99]Come on, shorty. Don’t look shy—no need fearing this[02:09.24]With your cute eyes, fat thighs, and hair marvelous (Yeah)[02:11.68]Your skin tone melodic, your voice sound exotic[02:14.04]You're so fine, potpourri scent from when you farted (Haha)[02:16.33]Let's get it started back at my place, getting retarded[02:18.63]And don’t be acting brand-new, boo—we getting on it. So what[02:21.03] So what you talk about? Here are my digits, so hit the walkabout[02:23.38]So we can set it up in the truck. You know we bout to ****[02:25.84]So light it up. I’m blazing your mind. We’re passing the time[02:28.19]**** doing lines. We’re sipping on expensive wines[02:30.34]Damn, you’re fine. Pretty brown thighs I’m gonna climb[02:32.69]Body sublime, sipping Corona, licking the lime[02:35.04]Line for line, it’d be the Cise ripping your mind[02:37.34]So give me some time so we can unwind[02:56.53]Yo[02:57.17]This is how we did it. The city is getting me hype[02:58.86]Grabbing the mic, PreCise Star ripping it nice (Nice)[03:01.01]Dimming the lights, my words became the vehicle[03:03.36]Moving the crowd—lyrical sounds remain diesel[03:05.76]The speakers amplify the words of my mind. In the[03:07.81]In the physical sense stands one-fourth of the CYNE. Repping[03:10.11]Reppin this rhyme, so I'm standing to the right of the God[03:12.36]"Up Above," giving love while he's rapping his song[03:14.85]Even though I stand 5'11", my head is touching heaven[03:17.45]Above the clouds, our sounds stop 9/11[03:19.99]I be the Deacon Reverend rocking a triple-7[03:22.06]It’d be the crews I'm wrecking, so, sonny, I’m call-collecting[03:24.31]I’m staying, leaving a message, but sometimes you’re second-guessing[03:26.55]You’d better be understanding that I never left a first question[03:29.26]Moving my music, meticulous in many directions[03:31.35]Hitting your city, town, area, province, and section