On the Head of the Crimson King - CYNE

Verse 1: Cise Star

Four roses in a plastic cup chasing wisdom Natti light

Watching Eric Andre handle what is right

Paper plates and plastic spoons throw away is what I do

Then I wonder why my life is empty, who is you

Who am I never learned your name just a passerby

Everything is everything but everybody going blind

Take it one day at a time, baby steps grown men

Lips to another bottle sip again

Contusions, heavy metals in my music

Higher math get it together brother yes we knew this

Never adds up, you chump punks get beat down

Writing on the wall Basquiat crowns

Writing on the wall Basquiat crowns

Writing on the wall Basquiat crowns

Hook: Cise Star

Hail to the red king, blast a new edition

Pullin down the thin vail, daddy pay attention

Just a sub space transmission honey listen

Soul glistenin on the microphone (get it, get it)

Verse 2: Cise Star

Ghost In The Shell but the shell is so for sell

I’m moving on like a vagabond fending well

Black lives grey matter as I break shackles

See me through a different view never was a cattle

Breaking through the Hearst, screaming so my voice is heard

While you swimming with these lemons I just craft a verse

Converse, put a bird on it make it work

Like a bird on some money In God We Church

In God we curse, in God we hurt

In God we hide, is God I search

For real, please tell me how you really feel

We are all slaves to attention watch me now

Basquiat crowns, Basquiat crowns

Hook: Cise Star

Hail to the red king, blast a new edition

Pullin down the thin vail, daddy pay attention

Just a sub space transmission honey listen

Soul glistenin on the microphone