Highs2Lows

Highs 2 Lows - Nujabes (せば じゅん)/Cise Starr

Individual stars float in the ocean of God

Rocking a pinky ring of saturn while I'm visiting mars

Egos bigger than jupiter are breaking the bars

Holding me back down to earth to physical laws

Touching the moon grace as I ready resumed

Comets flying through space bringing possible doom

Blocking the sun bring a holocaust to the world

I'm talking back to father time mother earth is my girl

I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death

Watching my step 'cause the devil's never one to respect

Come correct on the studio track taking it back

To the pen and pad I blast the original rap

Brother on the b-boy tip we krylon spit

I tag the charts with the graphical hits

So who you f**king with arm leg led to arm head

Snapping your neck back while you spit out a pez

I be the original son of a b***h hurting your wrist

'Cause you spinning my s**t so much the needle skipped

Flip to the rhythm and reminisce remember the days of

94 nine four hip-hop was a gift

Words out of her lips came straight from the heart

Never prepackaged or bought over negative thought

Peddle to consumers magazines and rumors

Commercial spots turn real artists to looters

Precise rap rock and roll n***a let's do this

I'll float through those break beats with my maneuvers

Yo regardless

While I be moving swiftly through darkness

Plotting charting my path I'm running cutting my losses

Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications

And tribulations of my life of revelations

Yo regardless

While I be moving swiftly through darkness

Plotting charting my path I'm running cutting my losses

Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications

And tribulations of my life of revelations

Speaking to scorpions making my heart turn to porcelain

That used to have a steady beat now it's easily broken

My coast and train of thought stopped emotions

Welling at the core of my being causing commotion

Need to release 'cause the stress tearing me to pieces

My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases

The height of my life but the strife making me leave this

I can't beat this going to god to defeat this

Will he help or do I have to do this myself

Alone and confused the blues burden my health

My eyes remain closed 'cause my highs are lows

I'm feeling the blows of rain 'cause my pain is cold

Now who am I a man or a pawn in life

Living day to day I pray am I wrong or right

Losing my mind so maybe you can help me find

The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind

Trying to sleep sleep is the cousin of death

Said a wise man from queensbridge on beats he blessed

Trying to rest instead I rest my head

On a pillow of hardships misery is the bed

On my back I lie I can see the skies

Through the glass ceiling the

Reason tears drowning my eyes