Let’s make a scene, let’s break the mold,

Where the rhythm is gold, and the truth unfolds.

A soundwave rising, a collective call,

In this neon moment, we’ll catch it all.

Echoes of history, the beats that align,

From the ancient whispers to a world divine.

Melodies are memories, tales from the past,

In a prophecy of rhythm, forever cast.

Each note a crystal, each phrase divine,

Stacking up the vibes, our futures entwined.

When the music plays, feel the magic ignite,

We’re the prophets here, bringing forth the light.

Let the vibes decide, let our voices free,

We’re the oracles of sound, hear the harmony.

Dance with the tomorrow, sync your heart and mind,

In the pulse of feeling, we’re the vibe you’ll find.

Tokens of culture, each beat a key,

In the marketplace of dreams, you’ll see what can be.

Stake your belief, make your move on the sound,

Every play’s a prophecy waiting to be found.

We’ll curate the magic, our voices a choir,

Feeding the engine, the spark of desire.

Become the label, the heartbeat of time,

Together we’ll climb, to our infinite rhyme.

Let the vibes decide, let our voices free,

We’re the oracles of sound, hear the harmony.

Dance with the tomorrow, sync your heart and mind,

In the pulse of feeling, we’re the vibe you’ll find.

[Solo]

(Instrumental ride that ebbs and flows, plays on emotions, crescendos and decrescendos)

So let the world BUMP, let the prophets play,

In the fabric of music, we’ll find our way.

For every note and heartbeat, every dream and sigh,

In this symphony of life, we’ll touch the sky.