Verse 1 (Soupherb):
Do you appreciate the beauty of these vibrations
All over you, setting you in motion?
Let your soul ride the waves, close your eyes and escape
From the craze brought by this world's chaotic maze
I took the road back in '11 and I wasn't wrong
My desire to be strong fuels the same waves
Embarked on a never-ending journey
To share music across every frequency
Found my right kind of heaven, I flee
And stay high, smoke-free, whenever I'm writing
Found peace in isolation with the beats
Repelling the demons that I have to keep on facing
But every now and then, I have to wake up
Get off the ride just for a moment
And put the volume down to face this tangible world
So I tap to keep playing music its movement
Verse 2 (Kensa):
I know life is meaningless, but music doesn't make it futile
A picture's worth a thousand words translated for its beauty
But these words create worlds that a picture can't fulfill
So imagine the magic when sounds and stories are fused
The symphony induces a recurring dreamscape
Of infinitely floating in a reverie to deep space
Evoking the impression of the dilation of time
In which the mind simulates a skydive to cloud nine
Addictive than all kinds of "smoke-high" like cess,
Or stress-relieving cigarettes and self-depleting crystal meth
Best believe it's medicine administered
For us to replenish the energy lost in servitude and serfdom
It encompasses all ranges of emotions
A concentration of the most insane form of madness
The paradox of melancholic tunes uplifting moods
Offering prismatic views to a colourblind world
Verse 3 (Soupherb):
Wasn't always about money, girls, and killing
Others picture stories of how one is living
To encourage you to understand different ideas
Perspectives or actions done at a moment in time
You can hear it in the rhymes, surrender to the vibe
Both encased in the sounds that travel in free space
Float with what you hear, imagine what was written
Decrypt the message, the essence of the music
I live in a world where there is life in afterdark
My mind ran by a lab rat looking for a spark
Trying to add scenery to what I call my paradise
A sandbox filled with my imagination
It exists for the purpose of writing tales
Ready to set sail 'cause I'm about to deliver
My truth, one that I believe would set one free
From the blindness inflicted upon by this reality
Verse 4 (Kensa):
Rap's an instrument to be expressive vocally
Hip hop is far from dead, just look around your local scene
From the jazzy instrumentals influenced with trap
To the left-field lyricism paired with somber boom-bap
I remember the good times when I was a student
Saving just enough to cop the latest album set
And coming home with just a torn 20 Peso bill
But with food for the soul that compensates for every skipped meal
All sharing their stories, each a colour in the palette
Whether art for its own sake or a purpose, it's valid
My ultimate intention is to empathise
So it's enough when one listener approaches you for being mesmerised
Art creates balance in relation to science
Like the relative theory of space and time being unified
Where space is consumed by the canvas of the painting
And time is spent zoning in to the richness of the soundscape
