Highs 2 Lows - Nujabes, Cise Starr

Individual stars float in an 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 through physical laws

Touching the moon, grace as I ready resume

Comets flying through space, bringing possible doom

Blocking the Sun, bring a holocaust on 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

With Krylon spit, I tag the charts with the graphical hits

So who you fucking with?

Arm, leg, leg to arm, head

Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez

I be the original son of a bitch, hurting your wrist

‘Cause you spinning my shit so much the needle skip

Flip to the rhythm and reminisce

Remember the days of '94—hip hop was a gift (OK)

Words out of her lips came straight from the heart

Never prepackaged or bought for negative thought

Peddled to consumers, magazines, and rumors

Commercial spots turn real artists to looters

Precise rap, rock and roll;

Nigga, let’s do this

I’ll float through notes, 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

Speaking to Scorpius making my heart turn to porcelain

It used to have a steady beat, now it’s easily broken

Mind coasting, train of thought stopped emotions

Welling at the core of my being, causing commotion

Need to release ‘cause the stress’ll tear 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 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 (Yeah)

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

And I can’t move;

grief won’t let me think

My soul is dry, I crawl just to take a drink

I made you blink, think like invisible man

With mechanical hands, trying to reach out to my fans

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, viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words

Thicken the plot—I got hidden rhythms and verse

I’m loading a hearse;

you biting like a Dracula curse

I’m bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church

Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth

So you’d rather listen to lies, so you’re living to lose

I’m beginning to win, young man mastering sin

Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin

I’m flipping the script, walking on a journey and trip

On the gurney and missed at the fact that life is a bitch

And I’m hating this shit, losing Blood, making me Crip

The stakes is high—bet and I lost the grip

Searching for bliss with the razor over my wrist

Needing a job, but the drug test’s checking my piss

I’m looking through a window and seeing Immaculate Conception

Reborn, piercing my core with seven swords

A knight in a war, looking to the eyes of the lord

Calculating, want more, seeing the signs of heaven nevermore

The last matador riding a pale horse

Losing my course, splitting the hairs, causing divorce

Marriage unborn, I havoc in song, I stumbled upon

Lost jewels of thought thought to be gone

Lost forever, I sever motherfuckers with letters

Written in script, forward to the rap that I rip

From the top of the lip, make a drink, taking a sip

Then I’m gulping the shit, falling deeper in the abyss