[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