[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 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

[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]
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