Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Floatin, artist - CYNE. Album song Starship Utopia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Mooncircle
Song language: English
Floatin |
| 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 |