CYNE, Soarse Spoken, Stres, Seven Star - Floatin' lyrics
Stres [Sabrin Mihai Sirghi] Bucuresti, Romania
[CYNE, Soarse Spoken, Stres, Seven Star - Floatin' lyrics]
We are the dope original
Flipping words like reciprocals
Going digital, the last black miracle on time
Touching the stage with rare finds
Our minds coming together like Encounters
Of the Third Kind
Showing the people the inner
Workings of meaning
Vibrating and harmonizing seeing is
Believing but know
It be the hearing of the feeling I get
When the beat breaking the bonds
That be holding your neck
Come on it be the Seven Star
(Star) holding with Soarse Spoken
Spitting with Stres, yes
The CYNE crew floating it be the Seven Star
Holding with Soarse Spoken
Spitting with Stres, yes
The CYNE crew floating
We floating above the nonsense
We floating because of conscious
We floating, vibing the zone
We showing you love because it’s in our bones
Is that them? The MCs I was looking for
From back when the message was never ignored
The type of cats to follow in their quest
Individuals in unison are at their best
We’re in our primes for all
Time with infinite variations in rhyme
Constantly changing and rearranging
The design
There’s power in numbers if each digit
Is on the same thought plane
The same thoughts came in our
Brains and we were
Able to entice the sun to end the rains
If for just one moment
None of us were opponents
If we viewed truth as a
Machine and ourselves as components
We’d break through
Take two plus two plus two and make one
CYNE, Seven, Soarse, and Stres become one
We’re doing what is needed
What is searched for, what is fun
Travel to the center y’all
Are welcome to come
We floating above the nonsense
We floating because of conscious
We floating, vibing the zone
We showing you love because it’s in our bones
Is that them? These cats look
Like they’re making it happen
Sure, once we wasn’t
But ain’t taking it back then
Now we packing hip hop
Spots in unorderly fashion
If the crowd’s not coming over, we blasting
Mics with a passion now
The crowd’s overreacting
Soldiers is done when the fat lady sings it’s
Overrelaxing the chip on my
Shoulder be asking
One question: Is satisfaction guaranteed
In that one session?
Hold up one second i pick a spot on
Your mind I’m sexing that one section
The way we flow, the future’s unclear
The day we know the truth’s here, away we go
We floating above the nonsense
We floating because of conscious
We floating, vibing the zone
We showing you love because it’s in our bones
Passive me
If I try to please, all, appease all
I follow this is classic me
Y’all see? Plot is like this:
Allot a slight kiss words
I plot to strike nerves, to excite
To serve God
While we reserve God, defy odds, why comply?
To stillness from façades
My illness allows me to charge all
To march on beyond many hold
Back for a skinny
Gold plaque any can be corrupted
In fact, the crowd’s ruckus is the test
(Is the test)
We act above to manifest love because
We was made to break through
Holograms, programs, the Neo scans discard-
Ing my fake, untrue god’s awake, I plea
Get free we fear no storm
We hear no alarm we are born to reform
To end this let me state to awake the dead
We must create in such a way
That will quake the dead we transcend this
Flipping words like reciprocals
Going digital, the last black miracle on time
Touching the stage with rare finds
Our minds coming together like Encounters
Of the Third Kind
Showing the people the inner
Workings of meaning
Vibrating and harmonizing seeing is
Believing but know
It be the hearing of the feeling I get
When the beat breaking the bonds
That be holding your neck
Come on it be the Seven Star
(Star) holding with Soarse Spoken
Spitting with Stres, yes
The CYNE crew floating it be the Seven Star
Holding with Soarse Spoken
Spitting with Stres, yes
The CYNE crew floating
We floating above the nonsense
We floating because of conscious
We floating, vibing the zone
We showing you love because it’s in our bones
Is that them? The MCs I was looking for
From back when the message was never ignored
The type of cats to follow in their quest
Individuals in unison are at their best
We’re in our primes for all
Time with infinite variations in rhyme
Constantly changing and rearranging
The design
There’s power in numbers if each digit
Is on the same thought plane
The same thoughts came in our
Brains and we were
Able to entice the sun to end the rains
If for just one moment
None of us were opponents
If we viewed truth as a
Machine and ourselves as components
We’d break through
Take two plus two plus two and make one
CYNE, Seven, Soarse, and Stres become one
We’re doing what is needed
What is searched for, what is fun
Travel to the center y’all
Are welcome to come
We floating above the nonsense
We floating because of conscious
We floating, vibing the zone
We showing you love because it’s in our bones
Is that them? These cats look
Like they’re making it happen
Sure, once we wasn’t
But ain’t taking it back then
Now we packing hip hop
Spots in unorderly fashion
If the crowd’s not coming over, we blasting
Mics with a passion now
The crowd’s overreacting
Soldiers is done when the fat lady sings it’s
Overrelaxing the chip on my
Shoulder be asking
One question: Is satisfaction guaranteed
In that one session?
Hold up one second i pick a spot on
Your mind I’m sexing that one section
The way we flow, the future’s unclear
The day we know the truth’s here, away we go
We floating above the nonsense
We floating because of conscious
We floating, vibing the zone
We showing you love because it’s in our bones
Passive me
If I try to please, all, appease all
I follow this is classic me
Y’all see? Plot is like this:
Allot a slight kiss words
I plot to strike nerves, to excite
To serve God
While we reserve God, defy odds, why comply?
To stillness from façades
My illness allows me to charge all
To march on beyond many hold
Back for a skinny
Gold plaque any can be corrupted
In fact, the crowd’s ruckus is the test
(Is the test)
We act above to manifest love because
We was made to break through
Holograms, programs, the Neo scans discard-
Ing my fake, untrue god’s awake, I plea
Get free we fear no storm
We hear no alarm we are born to reform
To end this let me state to awake the dead
We must create in such a way
That will quake the dead we transcend this