[Verse 1: Pure Ponder]
Music is the truest form of movement
The elegance of it pursues to define
Human intelligence
It's the only thing that's relevant
To our sapien selves
There is no greater way to tell
How in how gentle the waves are
Soundly, they violent
Vibratin' space for ages, displacin'
Your mental radar
Entering through in instrumental
Form, my verbal storm's
Epicenter travels way far
The room feels the doom
And the boom bap attacks
The human soul and gets them
To keep on groovin' though
There's nothin seen from a far distance
Only people happily movin so you can
Be a**umin
That with aptly bizarre precision
The music fluently
Moves fluidly inside the area
It's felt not seen
And lacks nothing
The only thing that can be hearin you
Back with hope
As my throat's expelling notes
For you to hear and say it was dope
I don't mean to be swearin to God but oddly
My intellect's respected
I'm putting sh** into perspective
I wreck sh**
Anything I touch is asymmetric
Increasing rate in faith, (I come with)
Diabolical dialectics
The pentametric system's the vision
Of measurement
For clever sh**
I sever sh**
Delineating what never gets told
Affiliate yourself with a sweater because it better get cold
Chills can run down your spine in 90 degree weather
Caused by melody and rhyme, heavy thoughts be light as feathers
The oldest artform of all still withholds power
Don't expend yourself with trends that'll certainly change by the hour
Inadvertently sit yourself upon a tower;
The sundial'll tell ya
Admitting this division
Of wittiness precision
Will be committing this hear (here) mission
Of music's high speed collision
To ya ear
Without fear, I seem to tamper with something vial
How could something so powerful pamper me to give me trial
To triumph
And that's simply exactly why the (um)
10 percent consistently oppresses the 85 ones
Admire it
Cuz music is both peaceful and violent
Those in darkness see no infrared
They need to see the ultraviolet
If you had to pick a side
Please decide before retirement
To the victor go the spoils
In music, light is always triumphant