Cyne - Floatin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Star] We are the dope original, flipping words like reciprocals 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 [Hook: Stres] (x2) 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 [Verse 2: Seven Star] 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 [Hook: Stres] (x2) 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 [Verse 3: Soarse Spoken] 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 pa**ion—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 s**ing that one section The way we flow, the future's unclear The day we know the truth's here, away we go [Hook: Stres] (x2) 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 [Verse 4: Stres] Pa**ive me If I try to please all, appease all, I follow. This is cla**ic 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