A Beautiful Revolution

Star Of The Gang

Get It Right

Without You

Fortunate

The Auditorium Vol. 1

We’re On Our Way

[Intro – Spoken]
The nut becomes the nut that we leave,
the seed becomes the seed that remembers us.
Within every kernel, a pattern hides—
a design that outlives its planter.
We are not only living in design—
we are the design becoming.

Time rehearses itself until it knows the script.
A verse becomes the universe.
Gravity pulls thought like a tide—
and we fall inward to our own inception.

Are you listening?

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[Verse 1]
Within the shell we drift as waves,
swaying between dismay and embrace.
The interlude plays between the beats,
silence bending into resonance.
Limericks mimic cymatic light,
geometry drawn in grains of sand.
We vibrate at our own frequency,
and spill into the fabric of space.

The eye in time cannot see beyond the mind.
The mind in time is woven between
gravity and levity,
weighted by memory,
lifted by imagination.

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[Chorus 1]
Shine, Earth—shine your field,
Ear to hear, core revealed.
Every wave is a word in design,
every sound a geometry of time.
Pi spins circles inside of me,
infinite digits, infinity.
I am the echo, I am the seed,
I am the song the Earth will need.

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[Verse 2]
We grow, but we blind ourselves with vantage.
The closer we see, the further the distance.
The wake of time awakens the mind,
every misstep sketches new maps.
Choice upon choice, relation upon relation,
each contrast reflecting itself.
Without dark, no day.
Without silence, no sound.
Without you, no me.

One choice reveals another’s illusion,
one truth questions another’s truth.
Ease seduces, resistance creates,
judgment sways—but will creates fate.

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[Bridge 1 – Call of EARTH]
Birds don’t memorize maps,
they hear the geomagnetic hum,
the invisible highway of the planet.
Men draw in geometry,
women solve in algebra,
and together they braid the arc of creation.

Pi repeats—3.14, digits unspooling,
galaxies spiraling in infinite decimals.
We chase it not to end it,
but to remember infinity inside us.
This is not math, this is mantra.
This is not number, this is hymn.

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[Chorus 2 – Bigger]
Shine, Earth—shine your field,
Ear to hear, core revealed.
Every sound is a seed of design,
every voice is a verse in time.
Pi spins endlessly inside of me,
infinite digits, infinity.
I am the spiral, I am the wave,
I am the echo the cosmos gave.

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[Verse 3]
God and dog mirror each other,
life reversed becomes devil,
words whisper their own inversions.
Identity is reflection,
reflection is identity.
Emma said: I am me.
And the mirror speaks both ways.

Einstein bent space with gravity.
We bend thought with mindtime.
Two twins, pulling in symmetry:
space bound by orbit,
awareness bound by thought.

The universe is spherical, recursive, alive—
ninety-nine percent of gravity bends light,
ninety-nine percent of perception bends thought.
The symmetry is correspondence,
the equation is relation.

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[Bridge 2 – The Inner Universe]
Inside the skull, the bridge is built:
the corpus callosum—
two universes, two vantage points,
stitched together in one awareness.

The pineal flickers deep in the brain,
a lighthouse of chemical light.
Ancients called it the third eye,
science calls it gland.
But both are right—
it is the seed of sight,
a pulse that dreams and perceives.

Cymatics sing the same truth:
strike a note, and geometry blooms.
A song is not entertainment—
it is architecture.

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[Chorus 3 – Anthem]
Shine, Earth—shine your sound,
Ear to hear, the spiral found.
Every wave is a universe sung,
every voice is the seed of one.
Pi spins endlessly inside of me,
time rehearses infinity.
I am the spiral, I am the flame,
I am the song that sings my name.

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[Verse 4]
The periodic table is no fixed grid,
but a zipline stretched in relation.
Hydrogen leans toward oxygen,
carbon dances with nitrogen.
We are not pieces,
we are choreography.

Everywhere recursion speaks:
two brains, two universes,
a singular bridge,
a pineal spark,
a mirrored word,
a bird’s invisible path.

The whole reveals itself in parts,
and the parts reveal the whole.
Without the whole, no part.
Without the part, no whole.

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[Outro – Spoken]
The nut becomes the tree.
The tree becomes the forest.
The forest becomes belief.
Belief becomes blindness.
Blindness becomes search.
Search becomes song.
Song becomes design.
Design becomes us.

We leave what we are,
and we are what we leave.
The kernel is infinite.
The verse is unfinished.
The future is forward.

Are you listening?

The Seed that Sings

The Grind Date

No (feat. Butta Verses)

Ragtime Hightimes

Life I Love

4eva Is A Mighty Long Time

The Light (feat. Bilal, Robert Glasper Jr., Kenneth Whalum & Burniss Earl Travis II)

Ibtihaj

Ibtihaj (feat. D'Angelo & GZA)

Miles

You Ain't Never Been Blue

Star Of The Gang

ThinkCommon