Orchestras. Spotlights. Turntables. - Epik High, Myk

Don’t be nervous.

Stay calm and ready

A time bomb is ticking and your heart is heavy

Close your eyes and open your minds

Let the butterflies in the pit of your stomach subside

This is life in the making

The roots of this will never be forsaken

But barriers were built for breaking

So keep moving it.

Let your heart grip the beat

Driver’s seat, ride the rhythm and start losing it

Spotlights, bright lights and neon

Rays of energy pour from backdrops and beyond

Music hits you so hard you can’t blink or see on

A slave to the rhythm but still we reach freedom

Let it breathe, make it bang

Light a fire on the stage like Hendrix in acid rain

The most epik is the most high

That`s why I rep the flyest shit in the south side… Tukutz!