Magic Numbers (feat. ASM & Mattic)

One, black turntable on the floor

Two, ears are perceiving the score

Three, eyes and they ride the horizon

Four, laws can't confine 'em

One, black turntable on the floor

Two, ears are perceiving the score

Three, eyes and they ride the horizon

Four, laws can't confine 'em

Bust through the dust

Purple bubbles in the soundtrack

Pull another at the set and bounce back

Hacking I got rhythm

Through a prism and a vision and the vision give way to a synergy of rhythm

No more living in fear it's now clear

Eyes wide open, he knows that it's near

Feeling over those any previous notions

He hide the facade in his gleeful emotions

The potion made him go

Captivated and created from the energy building

His mind made it, and related to the tools of the student of the school

Of belated finding himself the long awaited

One, black turntable on the floor

Two, ears are perceiving the score

Three, eyes and they ride the horizon

Four, laws can't confine 'em

One, black turntable on the floor

Two, ears are perceiving the score

Three, eyes and they ride the horizon

Four, laws can't confine 'em

Now he's got time on his side

Sand in the hour glass

One for the wind

Two for the past that he heard

Three outside with the fell scale numberless

He older back then, much younger now

He got the hunger now

Wisdom of youth

Bust out the slumber in vision and truth

Like a new paradigm sure to paralyze his mind

Can he handle dismantling space and time?

Afraid there might be evil to come

Snap out of it four, three, two, one

Having fun under a spell

Feeling so numb

And exploring on the run until the sunlight gone

Until the dark makes so his head making him paralyzed

To the music he was making right in front of his eyes

For a surprise on the rise so flammable he could burn

But then he slows down and concerned to learn

Once he toured your fan the world becomes his farther playground

There's no chance he can manage to keep his heart beat to stay down

Now the sounds in the temple of this memories daylight

And he's sharp like the pencil of the play-write

And he blows up the spot like dynamite

Mega-tight show the party people what you're like

One, black turntable on the floor

Two, ears are perceiving the score

Three, eyes and they ride the horizon

Four, laws can't confine 'em

One, black turntable on the floor

Two, ears are perceiving the score

Three, eyes and they ride the horizon

Four, laws can't confine 'em