Verse 1:

Ayo Chavo I got this. One listen and it clicked. I played this shit as soon as it was ripped and burned it on to disk. This beat is perfect for my lyric bisque. In other words I'm cooking up some shit. In other words Que tio sta frio! Inspira tiro! Cuidao que me meto en un lio! Vibrations across nations build foundations to crush yours. Face it it's our time now. A new music styled after the greats you haven't heard in a while. This beat speaks volumes I consume all alone in my living room. New music is like new perfume, one whiff aint enough! You got to follow her down the street until you get her to speak. Until all of your words seep in her soul. I write despite the pressures of my life take a toll. I pay and I'm on my way yo! Open ears lead to longer years. Even with all the trees and the beers I'll survive. Even with all the blood, sweat and tears I'll survive. Observe moi. Sept Etoile drive. The extinction agenda has arrived. I'll open it up when I decide, be a guide and take all of you mother fuckers for a ride!


Hook:

All I need is music therapy to make me free so I can
LOVE, HATE!!
All I need is whispers from the moon and music blooms in quite rooms.
ZOOM!!


Verse 2:

You ever feel like what you're working on can change the world? You got so much pride. Conscious of every little thing you glide across the floor. You can't hide the power absorbed by the ride. You roar like a lion when you're finished. Not even your haters can diminish the glow. Like I'm on the verge of something spectacular you know?! Every time I put a pen and pad together it changes weather. Rain to sunshine, snow to spring time. Even when I got the blues writing changes hues to bright lime. Matter of fact now is the right time to write rhymes and I'm at it again in this infinite trend. It never ends! Be happy you contributed something. Even if it was only that one thing. When inspiration hits you don't ignore it. You explore it, you adore it cuz there's only so few in this human pay per view. If your vision is clear and theirs is skewed then obviously it's up to you to help them see it anew. Cada vez que escribo I leave clues. I'm on my P's and Q's. My 1's and 2's. Controlled cruise towards horizon I flew. The poet is dormant in who ever closes their eyes bidding adieu to anything foreign or new. You never knew!


Hook:

All I need is music therapy to make me free so I can
LOVE, HATE!!
All I need is whispers from the moon and music blooms in quite rooms.
ZOOM!!