Waves of Memory

(tss-tss-kuh) Now watch the system start to bend Begin the climb,

we don't descend We spin the gears and make them snap No

turning back, we claim the map (unh,

yeah)

Step in the ring with a brand new perspective No dusty formulas,

strictly elective Every percussion is built from the chest Taking the old

vibe and turning it west Watch how the pattern collides with the

tongue Keeping it fresh while the rhythm is swung (hahaha)

Now watch the system start to bend Begin the climb,

we don't descend We spin the gears and make them snap No

turning back, we claim the map

Let me show you how to scratch it

(wicky-wicky scratch)

Either way, the rhythm stays alive (pew)