Moonlight

[Verse 1: Akin]
Yo, these days, rappers
Are shitty. Really gritty, that’s what my style is
I culture shock the most. We boast, but yet we modest
Fuck stereotypes, we’ve spent many a nights
Fighting the likes of hypocrites with every a mic, we’re bold
Poetic slave, I ain’t never been sold, or I
Was told to mold my prose and go for gold. Oh
No you didn’t. Think I was bullshitting?
My gift of gab as real as troops sitting
Brown-skinned warriors in the Middle East, wars
Are bet on, beasts are raping (For real, nothing’s sacred)
In these last days, where corny raps of crack pay
While I map waves to validate my rap days
Caught in the tension, some put the art in suspension, we
Pursue the heart and use the art as a weaponry
Pursue the heart and use the art as a weapon, see?
Pursue the heart and use the art as a weapon, yo

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)
Soft radiance, baby, I’m in the moonlight (The moonlight)
Get in the groove until you move right (Move right)
Come on baby, we gon’ live life (Live life)
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright (It’s alright)

[Verse 2: Cise Star]
For my midnight fever, brushing my shoulders off
Stepping out in the club, the Cise is the renaissance
Bringing it back to slowing it down
From the up to downtown, nigga, I get around
The people, they know me, I’m taking this slowly, this city
Is mine. You blind, son, only the lonely
Stand at the top, I’m chased by the haters and cops that don’t
Wanna see a nigga shine, I own the block
You fucking with him? You fucking with me, you better
Believe you might leave with blood on your sleeve
Wrecking the place and put a sour taste in your face
Escaping the grace and got one foot in the grave
Honey, we made lyrical art and serenade
Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days
We ready to take ‘em, you niggas are hating
Motherfucker, you what? Talk shit, I ain’t playing. Nah

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)
Soft radiance, baby, I’m in the moonlight (The moonlight)
Get in the groove until you move right (Move right)
Come on baby, we gon’ live life (Live life)
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright (It’s alright)

[Verse 3: Akin]
Ayyo, I’m feeling
New with Balance, you know my style’s kind of different
It’s not quite commercial, yet beyond the ground vision
Catch me in stores, a nigga fall between giants
Yet I just do it fluid, I’m classic, check the rhyming
Florida tours of all type, what flavor are yours?
You can get it now or later, niggas headed for morgues, I bring it
Crime and king while emcees get thrown right out
The ring with your bling, shitty sing-along (For real)
I got a fetish to rock, a true b-boy
Rock Steady when I grip mics, my clone is a decoy
To trap wack niggas exploring the thought of battling
I double-dare you to come near, fool, I’m badder than
Michael Jack. You talk, then I might go slap
Taste out your mouth. Damn, look. Now you’re bitter
Quitter. After you heard me and Clyde rip
Them boys like, “Put that down. You got a vice grip”

[Hook: Cise Star] (x2)
Soft radiance, baby, I’m in the moonlight (The moonlight)
Get in the groove until you move right (Move right)
Come on baby, we gon’ live life (Live life)
Hold tight, lose sight, it’s alright (It’s alright)