Rumours that come with our debut, usually turn out, to be outrageously untrue...
But our goal the we pursue, and what it puts us through, is simply despicable...
Our life is depicted as unstable, we stretch to be hooked-up, with our desired label...
To succeed, you gotta be willing and able, to go for that mythical fable we are told…
But low and behold, one day we’ll all strike gold, till then put your 9 on hold…
Till that day, stay strong and bold, and wait for our unimaginably sucess to unfold…


Like your stuff Rythmic ...Keep spittin.