Electric Blue

[Verse 1 – Cise Star] We are the milk crate raiders, keeping up on ya neighbors The flavor that you savor, burning up like a laser Here and now, I be the lock, load, Blooka Blooka Blao! Thud and drop, the body getting down I am the Stephen King of these lethal things The people sing, putting life to a tomb, making ya ears ring Catching the Holy Ghost, so we hope Chewing on curry goat, putting grease stains on the lyrics we wrote The coolest pachyderm to twist a verb Sometimes he touch the herb, but mainly he sips, just to calm his nerves And be that smooth nigga, cool water And be that full finger dope, momma. My sell, so please holla And be that pop collar rogue scholar And be that new kid—gimme some gin, a little tonic water Taking a little sip and let it slip I am banana clip—fully automatic, flyin’ from the lip [Hook x2 – Cise Star] ‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blue Seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue Strap it to the battery—bang! That’s what we do Burnin’ up ya amp. Too bad, blowin’ a fuse [Verse 2 – Cise Star] A rap mogul? Nah, nah, we transglobal CYNE blowin’ up ya spot—too hot just like Chernobyl Fuck ya flashy rocks—we roll and stay noble Peace to the fans. Of course we love Grenoble So breath to the rhythm, we banging Positronics Transmit this—we Wave Radio College It’s lights out but I remain in higher office My speech halogen-bright, nice—this nigga awesome [Hook x2 – Cise Star] ‘Cause everything we do, my God, electric blue Seven thousand watts, we hot, electric blue Strap it to the battery—bang! That’s what we do Burnin’ up ya amp. Too bad, blowin’ a fuse [Verse 3 – Akin] Ayo, mic-nificent, [fly baiting?]. Now I’m bringing honor Where there’s glow in the dark [shark?] art that I’m rhymin’ with ‘88 style, baby. It’s still futuristic Florescent-lit brain waves stop for Einsteins I’m that nigga, shine bright mista Swept off her feet, gave her power when I kissed her Yo, legendary rap missionary lost at whirlwind Visionary wraith, future scary—will the world end? Now or never, the sunshine weather The storm blow way beyond, but nah, dog, I’m better [Verse 4 – Cise Star] Yo, it’s Luke Skywalker, fire walker, Lord Palmer Bullets in the blood. Say ya sorry for the sauna Cool and collected while you other fuckers restless You listen to my record, then you wanna call corrections Flee from the scene, then resume my regime Flowing through ya circuit boards, vocal cords… Flowing through ya internet, interject my intellect Until the dead resurrect on DVD and cassette Pick it up on Netflix, for the “Young and the Reckless” Such an 80’s baby, my Club stays Breakfast