Floatin - CYNE, Seven Star

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