MUXIBOSH - Power Original Mix

Solus Vida
Aether Kyle
Zephyr Atlas
Cosmos Lyra
I’m writing out a blueprint that you
Never can buy. The matches
Match in the duplicate lane, but I am
Running everywhere you struggle in vain.
No copycat production can replace what I
Do. I’m building up a structure that is
Solid and true. The winter was a
Blizzard that was shaking the weak, but
Left me with the power and the status I
Seek. I don’t compare my motion to your
Temporary run. My legacy is solid and
It’s only begun.
The sub bass is a stimulant that is making you
Bow. A heavy execution that is crushing
You now. I’m king on a dominion in the
Vapor black skies, watching how the
Shadow of your vanity dies. If
They try to ask you how I conquer the
Crew, tell them I’m a standard that is
Better than you.
Yeah.
Built a cause, open up a permanent
Door while the city dust settles
Right onto the floor. No temporary
Fashion can alter my stride. I’m letting
The rhythm and the gravity guide. A
Solitary mind with a timeless design,
Refusing to follow the mainstream
Line. The copycats are waiting
For a second of fame, but lose all the
Focus when they finish the game. I
Balance the pressure. Think of the
Sound. Vibe breaking so heavy and so
Deep in the ground. It’s all bases
Steady, it calls my control.
Protecting the sanctuary inside of my
Soul. No regular motion can capture this
Space. I’m building a boundary bigger
Than the space it takes. They ever wonder
How that is survived. Tell them the
Independent heavy will thrive. Thrive.
The ink on the paper is solid
And clean. The calm and thicker they
Ever get seen. The whispers of cynics
Just turn into dust. I follow this
Deliver with the line and the trust and
End up in the frequency pure in
The zone. Probably my signature so deep
In the stone. The patterns of shadows
Are starting to break. Don’t wait for
The beautiful choices I make. I ride
On the frequency filtered in deep. No
Temporary secrets are easy to keep.
The concrete shaking the drums disappear
Inside my spirit. The message is
Clear. No short-sighted motion can alter
My day. I’m pushing the cheap
Imitations away. If they try to ask how
I reached the sky, tell them my push is
Too heavy to fly.
Solus Vida
Aether Ky’an
Zephyr Atlas
Cosmos Lyra
I’m writing out a blueprint that you
Never can buy. The majors want
The matches in the duplicate lane, but I
Am running heavy while you struggle in
Vain. No copycat production can replace
What I do. I’m building up a
Structure that is solid and true. The
Winter was a filter that was shaking the
Weak, but left me with the power
And the status I seek. I don’t compare
My motion to your temporary run. My
Legacy is solid and it’s only begun.
The sub base is a statement that is making
You bow. A heavy execution that
Is crushing you now. One king, one
Dimension under ever black skies.
Watching how the shadow of your
Vanity dies. If they try to ask you how
I conquer the crew, tell them
I’m a standard that is better than you.
Yeah.
Built the chords, open up a
Permanent door while lucid thoughts
Settle right onto the floor. No
Temporary fashion can alter my stride.
I’m letting the rhythm and the gravity
Guide. A solitary mind with a timeless
Design, refusing to follow the
Trend to the new line. The copycats are
Ready for a second of fame, but lose all
The focus when they finish the game. I
Balance the pressure, bring it to the
Sound. Vibe breaking so heavy and so
Deep in the ground. The sub bass
Is steady. It guards my control,
Protecting the sanctuary inside of my
Soul. No regular motion can
Capture this space. I’m building a
Boundary they cannot erase. They ever
Wonder how bad it survived? Tell
Them the independent heavy will thrive.
Solus Vida
Aether Caeli
Sulphur Atlas
Sulphur Atlas
Cadmus Lyra
The ink on the paper is solid and clean.
The garments they make are very
Elegant seen. The whispers of cynics
Just turn into dust. I follow this
Deliver with the lion and the trust and
End up in the frequency pure in
The zone. Probably my signature so deep
In the stone. The patterns of shadows
Are starting to break. The weight of the
Beautiful traces I make. I ride
On the frequency footed in deep. No
Temporary secrets are easy to keep.
The concrete shaking the drums to the beat
Of inside my spirit. The message is
Clear. No short-sighted mission can
Alter my day. I’m pushing the
Cheap imitations away. If they try to
Ask how I reached the sky, tell them my
Wish too heavy to fly.
Fly, fly.