Lyrics:Asbest "The Moor king"
Backing Chorus : Amber
Music: Goo le gooster

OUTHEBOX

Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend / Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend

Through Inspection I listen to the notes prescribed to overcome today's hollow taste
Measurements given surprise, as a man that thinks with his own mind
While some say I'm too abstract to part with peace for the listener to engage
Though my thoughts are Synchrovision I dance with activists on a new rhythm & dance
By chance, if you learn to take a moment to read between the lines
We distance our ability through life's transformation for the uninspired to seek cover
Now is that too abstract or a lack of attention to meet these ears of discomfort
With no story or ending to these elements burning infinite
Chase the devil like Max Romeo when danger lurks with fear

Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend / Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend

If that's the best way to entertain what good do your words represent
If they step short to overcome the troops who held truth
Bent on discovering Gipeto Peddles the obvious delinquent kid
To fall out of taste with his big brother lacking ability to build
What rolls uncorrupted falling for this great day
When time measures your response to divert further action
Picking hollow sands of stone
That antisocial gift of silence before graff because street art
And laws defined civilians controlled by there own police state
Well opportunities cast with a shelf life
All examined in a quest to survive storms buried for the last time
In a sense with a settlement deadline, with a settlement deadline
To motivate the masses open to a counterfeit culture

Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend / Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend

Well at last when shadows adapt to a theme song
Where harmony strides on its course finding shelter
The house awaits patiently with dreams beyond movement
When moods too versatile to measure its distance
To accommodate each passing of time to imbed you with sound
Sway as you will to catch my agility kissing storms of flight
Each event finds an open door to close
Written in a different stage competing with further action
Attempting fate with no basis for fame
Awaiting the other side to end its glory
Attempting fate with no basis for fame
Awaiting the other side to end its glory

Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend / Check One, Two, Yes Mic we Transcend