Lyrics:

1, 2, 3, 4

1, 2, 3, 4

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Come on!

[Chorus]
1, Black turntable on the floor
2, Ears are percieving the score
3, Eyes and they ride the horizon
4, Walls can't confine him
[Repeat]

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[Verse 1 - Green T]
Bust through the dust
Purple bubbles in the soundtrack
Pull another out the set and bounce back
Pack an algorithm through a prism and division
And the visions give a way to synergy of rhythm

[Verse 2 - FP]
No more living in fear it's now clear
Eyes wide open he knows that it's near
Feeling overthrows any previous notion
He had of his sad and his gleeful emotions

[Verse 3 - Mattic]

The potion made him go ['Ohh!']
Captivated and created
From the energy built in his mind made it and related to the tools
Of the student of the school of belated
Finding himself the long awaited
Come on


[Chorus]


1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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Pay attention to the music
Famous orchestras
From the musical instrument
It was made by what they call the lost wax process


[Green T]
Now he's got time on the side
Sand in the hourglass
[FP]
1 for the win
[Green T]
2 for the past have you heard
3 bounce loud with the [?]
Back then
[FP]
Much younger now
He's got the hunger now
Wisdom and youth
Bust out the slumber envisioning truth
[FP]
Like a new paradigm sure to paralyze his mind
Can he handle dismantling space and time

Afraid it might be evil to come
Snap out of it
[Green T]
4
[FP]
3
[Green T]
2
[FP]
1
[Mattic]
Having fun
Under a spell
Feeling so numb
And exploring on the run until the sunlight gone
Until the darkness [??] is making him paralyzed to the music he was making right in front of his eyes
For a surprise on the rise so flammable he can burn
But then he slows down and concerned to learn

[Green T]
As he turns around the world becomes his private playing ground
[FP]
There's no chance he can manage to keep his heartbeat to stay down
[Green T]
Now the sound's in a temple of his memories, daylight (light)
[FP]
He's sharp like the pencil of the playright (like)
[Mattic]
And he blows up the spot like dynamite (fly)
Make it tight show the party people what you like

[Chorus]

[Samples]
Ahh!
I'm only trying to show you what your records keep on missing
Brother-
Brother man can do it
Keep your hands
Stuck in the back in your brain until you see me again
Mixin' - mix gets-
Specialize in music

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2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3
4 - 4- 4