Музыка для Тренировок, МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, Спорт, Тренировка Утренняя Пробежка (Лайтовый Бум-Бэп)

I paint with the adjectives, splash the verbs
Levitating high above the planetary curbs
The geometry of sound is a hexagon of thought
Teaching you the lessons that the universe has taught
I'm a jazz constellation, a saxophone star
Traveling the galaxy, bizarre and afar
My syntax is a puzzle, a labyrinth of words
Flying through the sky with a flock of metallic birds
No typical progression, the rhythm is a maze
Lost inside the middle of a psychedelic haze
I question the reality, the fabric of the scene
Operating strictly like a lyrical machine

Floating down the river of the abstract mind
Leaving all the standard definitions behind
We orbit the sun on a different trajectory
Welcome to the center of the underground directory

The bassline is walking on the ceiling tonight
The snare drum is painted in a fluorescent light
I whisper to the moon and it whispers right back
We throwing the traditional formulas off track
It's a spiritual summit, a gathering of souls
Filling up the empty and the superficial holes
So open up your third eye, visualize the tone
You are not a captive, and you are not alone
Peace to the universe