"The lights are low, the music is heavy, I feel nothing but the music under my feet, boom my body moves before my mind could respond, i'm in the middle of the cypher, letting the music move me, not giving a fuck about what else is goin on, boom boom ka the drums kick in, I drop"
This next little piece is just a feeling expressed in words as good as possible.
The cypher, its small but you feel free as if there is no limit to time or space that can stop you in the current dimensional plane, its all about the energy the vibe, as the DJ plays it builds up, warming up as the DJ drops in his selection, he knows what he's doing, he knows how to heat it up, time passes, bodies catch wreck and it builds to a fever pitch, you feed off everyones elses energy inside the tight circle, not a second is spared before another dancer slams the pavement or givin floor, it seems as if there is chaos within this arena, yet an unspoken etiquette is known by all, you let the other dancer do his thing then when the moment is right you snap/break/ go off and let em know how you rock.
All of a sudden two gladiators try and smooth out on the same break, snap! its on - one steps back an lets the other throw down, as soon as they're finished, boom bap the response!, much like a debate, each side argues their point of view, via physical expression of musical movement, they go at it pushing until one cant continue.
The dust settles and the cypher runs cold, only for a brief moment... in comes the next man, picking up the torch and setting the vibe a light once again.
Until we meet again my sweet friend, until we meet again.
Words by Pistol Pace.
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