Boom
The first sound, struck on the one
As opposed to the bang from an alternative drum
Without eyes, mind or self still I observe
The multiverse move then splinter toward innumerable curves
There’s forms without words, purity states—
Endless expanses of energy unfold into space
Answers without questions, I was made to create
No questions for the answers my hands readily shape
Hands emerge from the need to touch what I make
That urge leads to taste and a thirst for a place
Thoughts become galaxies, revolutions of light
Cradled by a darkness that was once called life
Upon each force defined by its presence in time
In time I feel they will confuse the creations of mine
Cosmic forces emerge — My law governs their fate
They reflect me to myself, myself ripples the lake.
Kevin:
Winter spring, summer autumn start again
In the darkness, the first dawn, my first sun
Is in the morning, mid day love, afternoon, early evening
Sister sunset, mother moon
Start again, start again, creating all things
Start again, start again, can you see the light
Big frame, small frame, worlds within worlds
That govern the dynamics to my principal pearls
Violent cycles, consume — reform then collapse
The Opposite atoms react, tear and refract
It be the sound in the motion, like the soul in the potion
I’m pleased by the portions, every fraction important
Soil to rock, born rotate in time
A force for the mind measured cuz the pace is divine
Kevin:
Pleasure pain, saint and sinner we start again
Man and woman, sun and moon our first daughter
Mid night love, morning dew dawn is breaking
Word is bond we think too much, it’s not too late to
Start again, start again, creating all things
Start again, start again, can you see the light
Echoes from my aeon the curl of the helix
The coordinated code that turns the cell into a phoenix
Amidst the cold life force beats the sound once again
Flesh becomes intellect — the god that pretends
To know of the ends that expand just to meet
Woman become the god that created the sea
Stillness part of the womb that is a part from me
In an instant eternal birthing all that is seen
So watch and observe, speak it and learn
At dawn turn to dessert, then a tree that will burn
Release new threads, the fabric of truth
Perfect imperfection the makings of you
"Australian" hip-hop/neo soul duo SO.Crates are a boom-bap prayer sent live and direct from the heart of two of the
culture’s most committed students.
With a legacy built on releasing a steady flow of cold-crush records and delivering uplifting live performances to the party people, SO.Crates prove that hip-hop’s golden era is not a lost date in time, but a foundational state of mind....more