Drops
*talking intro*
[Verse 1 – Cise Star]
Feelin’ the rush, my heart palpitate to the beat
While I step to the stage in a daze, ready, release
Settin’ loose the soul, hands gripped tight on the microphone
Whether it's right or wrong, or ready to get it on, gone
Into the innermost chamber of love
The music's a drug, it's keepin’ my heart from gettin’ numb
Livin’, walkin’, and talkin’. Singin, hopin’ that Lord will it
Children under the sun, dance ‘til the sky spinnin’
Listen or know—never. Tougher than good leather
We gonna rock it steady, the sound is so clever
Together, tight-knit to the sweater
While I end, you begin—let's live forever
But I chronicle my death for toll
Writin’ myself down ‘til I reach my goal
‘Cause only heaven knows when I'm gonna stop
Maybe it's just when my body drops
My body drops
[Verse 2 – Akin]
From the black stage, you lurkin’ on
To these songs I'm working on
A ying-yang theory, came like light was shone upon
Exhibiting a have-not
We all hustling to get cash, I'm hopin’ this mic strike a jackpot
Of wisdom to the globe, piercing earlobes
With jewels real heavy, yet steady when you rock it
Love for my b-girl, I'm comin’ out the pocket
Captivated by life, created on paper
I bomb with the off-on that's sworn to escape the
Narrow gates of hate that conquer man's nature
Man in the mirror still shy ‘til I face ya
Head high, hold ground, and speech is my major
Supreme rock graduate, got pens to stab you with
Poetic sketches of pain that rain, thoughts immaculate
I chronicle my life for toll
I grasp my path, this pen I scroll
See, only God knows what the future hold
But still, I take cover ‘cause this world is cold
This world is cold
I chronicle my life for toll
I grasp my path, this pen I scroll
See only God knows what the future hold
Man I take cover but this world is cold
Yo, this world is cold
[Verse 3 – Akin and Cise Star]
[Cise Star]
In between the lines, I write my heart swiftly
[Akin]
So turn another page, I rage until I'm empty
[Cise Star]
I'm simply the best, caress words so gently
[Akin]
It's paragraphs I laugh, last lines I'm endin’
[Cise Star]
Beginning of the end, I touch streets with meanin’
[Akin]
Awake but in a daze, so maybe I'm still dreamin’
[Cise Star]
Bein’