Enoch - Tide Of Life lyrics

[Verse 1 – Cise Star] It's the ichiban player sneakin' up on the avenue So ante up—we jumpin' snakes eyes, ‘bout to battle you Hold your hands up. Heard you back from sabbatical A player so smooth. Gimme room while I challenge you Cise Star never in the day—only evenings Transparent, dark, move units while you sleeping Be the overachiever, the human heat-seeker The tactile style is wild, giving you seizures Slow motherf**ers, these sk**ed packs of readers You're suing me, but sorry as hell—you're just Zima Gangsta lean, holding my dreams, hope receiver So what you mean? Better redeem or be believer [Hook – Cise Star] Crush grooves on soft planets, making it so hard From Pacific to Atlantic, dammit, we gon' ball Like sandcastles for rent, b**h, you gon' fall With the tide, with the tide, with the tide Huh, tide of life [Verse 2 – Cise Star] Automatic static, I'm flowing throughout your phone lines Connecting the internet, the dialect is so fine Forever elevators are taking me so high Inhale and sigh, after reason that I'm so fly Quick, connect the FireWire—I won't lie Gotta write, love to Hell just to get by Poetic—instead it's kinetic ‘til I touch minds Blind, looking for answers until I let my ears find A certain resonance with the presence of elegant African elephants roaming the soundscape effortless Spreading the wisdom that bangs your sound system Airwaves behave—radiohead jurisdiction [Hook – Cise Star] Crush grooves on soft planets, making it so hard From Pacific to Atlantic, dammit, we gon' ball Like sandcastles for rent, b**h, you gon' fall With the tide, with the tide, with the tide Huh, tide of life [Verse 3 – Cise Star] Smoothin' in action, but burning in the afternoon We keep the mood subtle and bubble—audible follow through Methodical, the speeds we reaching until we capture you Grip tighter than d**h, we sweat at higher altitudes We never lose to those that don't get it Hyper future, speak implanted, and chromed-out sinners livin' I fear the menace, son. I talk to dons My cellphone got a alter-call, it be the, it be the [Verse 4 – Akin] African mean, fly like a pelican bee It's do or die—bare the nine. Now who want it with he? The wild African, back with the pen to the pad again So that's a wrap for y'all, the phony rap actors In this game called music—some do abuse it I reach for utopia—found. Now I'm losing No jazz tunes, rap goon—word is my weapon I'm Kane in his prime, rhymin'. You half-steppin' So half-a**ed, you get gas—them crackers made you I came from the ground up to brawl—they paid you, f**er You ain't never gonna last in this That's the every-Chingy-type rapper, posing his b**h We sh**ting on y'all. Why spawn the lyrics or brawl Knock the wind, not the lame—play Steven Seagal I'm jackin' your chan. KO, flow with the wind My n***a Cise got the Water for Mars and we begin. Go!