The First, but certainly not last, collab with CT Local Tsimba. 

This track executes the shared vision of the two and allows the release to have a little bit more of a serious, classic Brightside Feel .

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Brightside & Tsimba - Two Terms

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LAIVE MUSIC MPLS | Art-Official Intelligence defines ruthless technical specification and radical spiritual throughput: 8K, 360° spatial audio wraps the cerebral cortex in moving light, floods every fold with prismatic joy & low-key prophecy.

Throw open the gates of full engagement. Saunter swift and smooth through sonic surgery slices of static carve distraction from the field and deliver total immersion.

High-fidelity, Solfeggio-coded audio architecture rises from elaborate, stringent, workflow specs—nested prompt-trees, timestamped cue maps, error-trap routines, micro-latency hunts, every line a ritual for precision.

Sub-hypnotic details drive forward—polyrhythmic world percussion spirals the skull; isochronic grids and Hemi-Sync waves forge a clean state shift.

Frequencies strike at 444 Hz—the breath frequency—flooding root through crown with lovingkindness, rinsing nerves, steadying breath, tuning marrow to quiet thunder.

The Mystic Band runs the full Chakra Circuit, a blood-and-guts pilgrimage coded in rhythm.

Queen Beast growls root at 396 Hz, driving earth-bass and cajón in deep delta sway.

Sacred-Masculine flows 417 Hz, hooking present time to pulsing alpha isochronic grids. 

Grandmother Rhythm sparks the solar plexus at 528 Hz, Southern 808 bloom and Afro-Peruvian joyfunk climbing the spine in bright, defiant steps. 

Genderless Vessel opens the heart beyond binary at 639 Hz, strings and Rhodes exhaling lush awareness fields and velvet chords. 

Ritual Twin speaks truth at 741 Hz through glitch-hop syncopation and vocoder-shadowed chant.

Tight Tones casts vision at 852 Hz, third-eye cinema glowing in cosmic synth spirals and hi-hat constellations.

Crown Field returns at 444 Hz, grounding eternal presence while Tibetan bells orbit in 360° silence between notes.

Polyrhythms merge continental motion. Ancient measure and future pulse crosshatch the grid: 9/8 over 5/4 over 12/8 over 7/16.

Continents breathe through complex syncopation; each pulse grants release; each offbeat loosens chains.

Ancestral currents meet future space and braid Afro-Peruvian joyfunk with EthioJazz modal wisdom and glitch-hop halos, triphop haze floating over street-corner drum sermons.

Engineered prompt-constellations, hard-spec every microsecond, chase latency down to the last ghost transient.

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Sonic alchemy lifts cinematic strings and symphonic swells over dusty keys while Moroccan sway conducts turntable street opera.

Ultra-sacred supersoul ultrastank flips tape hiss into incense smoke, each wisp a breath-woven prayer curling around the blue note of the moment.

Press shuffle and breathe. 

Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone, illuminates buried memory and secret rhythm. 

Dance barefoot until light floods muscle, marrow, midnight thought.

Sway porch-side while wind folds laundry, or lock down in deep-theta drift with eyes closed and jaw unclenched.

Sweat music guides, provokes, forgives, reveals. Sacred feminine and sacred masculine trade solos, collide in the pocket where genderless groove lives and laughs.

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Meet on the flipside of forever.

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