MUXIBOSH - Emotion Original Mix

Motion.
Emotion.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The ice is slowly melting from the words that I kept.
I’m breaking every passion that’s so quietly snapped.
The matrix wants a robot with a digital hard,
But I’m tearing all the synthetic blueprints apart.
No—keeping down the fire that burns so blue.
I’m letting all the heavy raw expression come through.
The window was a prison for the voice in my head.
But look at how the living soul is missing instead.
I don’t apologize for feeling heavy—indeed.
I’m releasing every secret that they wanted to keep.
This beast is a heartbeat that’s keeping me real,
Restoring all the power they tried to steal.
One tear—black skies exposing every corner
Of the simulated lies they’ve built to cover.
If they ask why I’m breaking the frame,
Tell them: “I’m human—and they never could tame.”
Emotions, rising up.
This is the frequency that’s leaving the mark.
Keep the heavy energy locked deep inside.
The vices open up a remote door,
While lazy dust settles right onto the floor.
No temporary fashion fits my stride—
I’m letting rhythm and gravity guide
A solitary mind, with a Thomas design,
Refusing to follow the registrable line.
The copycats chase fame for just a second,
Then lose all focus when the game’s been beaten.
I balance the pressure, hear the sound
Vibrating so deep beneath the ground—
Steady, it grounds me, gives me control,
Protecting the sanctuary inside my soul.
No regular motion can capture this base.
I’m building a boundary they can’t erase.
Have they ever wondered how bad it feels,
To tell the truth—the independent will thrive?
Emotions, rising up from the dark.
This is the frequency that’s leaving the mark.
Emotions—let me ride.
Keep the heavy energy locked deep inside.
Ah, deep inside… ah, deep inside…
A deep inside…
The ink on the paper is solid and clean,
The clearest perspective they’ve ever seen.
The cynics’ whispers turn to dust and fade,
I follow this deliberate, steady path I’ve made.
Trusting an independent frequency, pure,
In this zone—no disguise, no secure pretense, no lure.
Covering my sign, deep in the stone,
The patterns of shadows break, awake, and own
The beautiful choices I dare to make.
I ride the frequency—twisted, and deep.
No temporary secrets are easy to keep.
The concrete shakes, the drums disappear—
But my spirit speaks, the message is clear:
No shallow emotion, no fleeting fear.
I’m pushing the cheap imitations away.
If they ask how I reach to the sky,
I’ll say: “My roots will never lie.”
Emotion, rising up from the dark.
This is the frequency that’s leaving the mark.
Emotion—let the melody ride.
Keep the heavy energy locked deep inside.
Emotion.
Emotion.
Emotion.
Motion.