Four Minds

Produced by 25th Parallel: CFB Flobare, Jay Zhidao, Chen Qilin, NAT

Recorded & Mixed by Nat Boda
Mastered by Neil Matharoo in New York, NY
Sampled drums recorded by Cent at Cen+8 Studio in Taipei, Taiwan

Lyrics by 25th Parallel
Music by Nat Boda and Adam Chen

Copyright 2017. All Rights Reserved.

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Lyrics:
Inspired by the kind of music when it hit you felt no pain
for the brain, not for fame, or financial gain
twisted with the religion of consumption, hedonism
docile when raised by the television
the vision to mine don’t correlate
a catalyst to actuate from a sedate state
to escape the overplayed masquerade, subjected
to a vague shade of the art I wanna see protected
affected, to the point of no return
seize the day I ain’t got time to burn
collect my thoughts and I write
connect my voice and ignite, fuck hype, gimme insight
excite the urge to create
find out if my skills are as ill as my fate
clocks ticking, quicken conviction to the spitting
never quitting ‘til I’m in a position I deem fitting

I was never one to rhyme, used to spitting out licks
on the fret neck flickin’ picks, getting my fix off
a whiny ass Conor pro-lyric acoustic
in me size dreams always seemed elusive
played the pilgrim but no chance to rock it
to the pedestal of the music market
with the crown renowned scratch the itch in the crowd
hitting all the right places in the here right now
shotgun seats pumping obnoxious beats
a Sycho-logical life without time to retreat
here we go it’s the flight of the Scar bro elites
Jay Zhidao, Chen Qillin across the sea
to the motherland gone international
smooth we set sail, with a leak in the hull
I’m hibernatin’ after losing it all
but I’m rising up stronger than before the fall

Travelled many years to get to where we’re at
Four mics forthright forming over the track
Chips stacked and the aces rise from the pack
Four minds combined now it’s time to act

Nor’Easter to the cold core from New Hampshire
the best of Chester you know I’m damn sure
cutting my teeth on the kit and keys
the Sad Cafe, Downstairs, TT’s
living in Boston I got so lost in the dream
but now I figured my next scene
I’m living quarter to quarter, 90 days a new border
I’m bored of touring instead I put my life back in order
like Songdo my master plan’s laid down
like One World Trade towers over downtown
Empire required be second to none
it took a hundred percent to get to 101
to rock at mission control with my live bands
drumming like Gene Krupa call like Gene Kranz
and though I’m living as an absentee
you know the motto’s in my blood: die or live free

Mind locked, thoughts blocked and my vision was blurred
so I closed two eyes and envisioned with my third
unravelled my mind cause it was tied up in knots
I’m talking bad knots, have nots, cannots and am nots
hung in a sad spot thought I oughta adopt a new plot
rolled out like an autobot
to reach my roots broke loose bust through the next stratum
cut the noose got a boost when I split like Adam
fled the west headed half a day closer to death
same quest same stress but it all made sense
indent next paragraph flows in parallax
focused on the cash but my goals ain’t match
blended friends with biz but that shit didn’t mix
now it’s back to the basics trying to live
too late to be young rich and famous
I might as well do what I love if I’m going to die nameless

Travelled many years to get to where we’re at
Four mics forthright forming over the track
Chips stacked and the aces rise from the pack
Four minds combined now it’s time to act