[Verse 1 – Seven Star]
We say, “Yes, yes, y’all!”
Free our minds and make love to the music with the passion
Dive in the deepest regions and chasms
Searching for treasures lost
Varnish will take the tarnish off and up the cost
Before you are the masters of the guild
Champions in our field, content is the weapon we wield
There’s no need to look any further, the sign’s in your face
Scepter dwell, shining with something that the people can taste
Laced with knowledge, samples, and sharp sounds
Leaving crop circles with maneuvers that astound
Welcome to the end of no class, the end of payola vanity
And videos full of ass, the beginning of the past
Let us be reminders on our tasks
Of our culture that grew fast, was labelled an outcast
But grew stronger as the years passed
Businessmen will go bankrupt and true MCs will have the last laugh
[Hook x2 – Cise Star]
Yo, it’s guild niggas, true rise, true beats, true life
No strife against those that want to rock it right
How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth
How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth
How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth
[Verse 2 – Akin]
Oh yes, it sounds sharp. We sound clashes maneuvering the rap song
It’s Armstrong when we take it there, out of sight
I’m talking universal [?], the new nigger, new day, a new lingo
Get at me, cop the shit or plead the hip hop
I’m still fucking Annie in her ass ‘til her shit pop
Backstreet bully, ‘N Sync, nigga in sync
With this business and still distant
98 degrees from y’all in the attic now
Stay low, high hopes and contradict lie
Act fast, move slow, I’m shooting Seven Stars
Or overthrow a zealous glow—fuck your status quo
Yes, it’s that hour, minute [?] that pays when my thoughts shower
And made a [?] that pays when my thoughts shower
It came to me like… Yeah, it came to me like…
[Verse 3 – Cise Star]
Deep in the hollowing, methodically Cise Star's abolishing
Hollowing dreams, cellphone rings—my God is calling me
Over the ways of confusion, I pattern my days
Battle and blaze my way from the crypt to the grave
Moving melodic, a sinner with the words of a prophet
[Road is satanic?], darkness is conclusion of this science project
My hypothis colossus over Metropolis
Slang doctor, it fears words, burning your populous
[Hook x2 – Cise Star]
Yo, it’s guild niggas, true rise, true beats, true life
No strife against those that want to rock it right
How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth
How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth
How we breathe, how we do, how we build, speak the truth
