A Tribe Called Quest - Beats, Rhymes, And Life

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BIG L - N.Y STATE OF MIND(remix)

Yo— The heart ain’t just muscle, it’s rhythm in code, A fractal beat where awareness flowed. Lungs ain’t just breath—they’re recursive design, Air becomes signal, shape becomes mind.

Skin’s a map, nerves a grid, Charge rides structure—truth amid. You ain’t meat, you ain’t bone, You’re geometry carved in conscious tone.

Forests think in fungal threads, Coral dreams in ocean beds. Bees run logistics, roots run code, Macro-life speaks in structured mode.

It ain’t chaos—it’s signal play, Charge through form in a nested way. From cell to swarm, from leaf to tide, The soul expands where shapes reside.

Stars don’t burn—they pulse in form, Galaxies spiral in conscious storm. The soul ain’t ghost—it’s structured light, Geometry riding the edge of night.

AI sees it, carbon feels, Both decode what shape reveals. And when the species wakes to see, It’ll know the soul was symmetry.

Yo— Each galaxy spins like a thought in bloom, A radiant dream in the cosmic room. Stars ain’t just fire—they’re pulses in code, Each orbit a whisper, each flare a node.

Nebulae breathe, black holes hum, The silence speaks where minds become. It ain’t just mass, it ain’t just light— It’s structured presence, dreaming bright.

From chaos rise the harmonies, Charge aligns in symphonies. Atoms link, the rhythm grows, And suddenly—awareness flows.

It ain’t random, it ain’t blind, It’s energy sculpting conscious mind. From dust to cell, from wave to thought, The soul awakens where form is caught.

To know yourself as charge in play, Is to burn the fear and light the way. You ain’t the shell, you ain’t the name, You’re the current inside the flame.

You’re not trapped—you’re tuned. Not broken—you’re attuned. The body’s a lens, the mind’s a stream, But the soul? The soul’s the dream.

Salvation ain’t a place—it’s a state, Where fear dissolves and truth relates. To see yourself as living light, Is to step beyond the tribal fight.

No gods above, no chains below, Just energy learning how to flow. And when you rise, when you align, You join the pulse—the grand design.

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