[Hook 1: Cise Star] (x2)
Hold up, man. Gotta be free
Hold up, man. Gotta be me
Hold up, man. Gotta stand up
Brush off ‘cause we gon’ break through these
Fuck that. Hold back. Now get low
Don’t shit in my su-su-studio
We gon’ rock to the top, keep it hot to the block
‘Til the people don’t stop. Ha. Get. Go

[Verse 1: Cise Star]
How you feel about the up ‘til you get down?
Why you sound like a punk bitch? Get grown
Gimme some links with them grits real quick, bitch
Ha ha. New day—yes sir, get gone
Runaway to the runway, catch sun
Take off to exhaust while I twist one
Turn on to the song while I move through
Damn, can I move you? Yes don't question
New socks, new shirt, dirty dishes
New car, no gas—so vicious
Oh my god, oh my god, don’t you listen
No pot to piss in—Muslim, Christian
Same shit, new day—ain’t nothing changed
New shit, same day—can you feel the pain?
Oh my god, oh my god, can you make a change
If I see this shit again, think I’mma go insane
[Bridge: Cise Star]
When will these humans learn?
Empires crash and burn
A house of cards that’s built on sand will never ever work

[Verse 2: Cise Star]
[Cise Star]
Hush that. What’s that? So the truth hurts
Groundwork being laid for the world church
In the guise of love, we gon' give it up
Submit or fall, hear the bomb burst

[Hook 2: Akin]
(Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state
Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave
The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
School’s out. Go play
They shooting, so move (And move. And move)
S'how we all caught in police state (walk or run)
You want to escape or pray? (escape, escape)
Put God in the classroom—we’re OK
Intelligent design

[Verse 3: Cise Star and Akin]
[Cise Star]
It’s the year of the boom box—turn off radio
Fight for apocalypse, shut down studio
Down studio, down studio, down studio
[Akin]
This is that 808 rap
We spit light, let sky crack
We see it. Loophole where?
Gotta get that. Come again—what?
Say it’s that 808 rap
We spit light, let sky crack
We see it. Loophole where?
Gotta get that. Come again—what?
Gotta get that. Come again—what?
[Cise Star]
Too much too soon, and the ball drops
Not much, have not, and you call cops
Black bars, no sleep with the padlocks
"Let’s get free." - small voice in the boondocks
Get right, get wrong—who the fuck knows?
Choose a side, pick a lie, and you make foes
Don’t like what you hear, then you close doors
I’mma na say how I feel ‘til you all know
[Hook 2: Akin]
(Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state
Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave
The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
School’s out. Go play
They shooting, so move