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"Currents" is the first single from String Theory's self titled album.
Featuring cuts by DJ Tha Boss.

A cosmic event so miniscule and rapid, that it is unsure as to whether it even occurred at all, this was the precursor to the formation of String Theory. A group and its self titled album comprised of Epidemic's Hex One and Swedish beat maker Boom Bappin' Zombie Darney. With concepts ranging from the abstract to the concrete, this anomaly in space time, this rift in the conscious fabric of reality, this naked singularity attempts to answer the basic human question: who are we really? The ambiguity of the universe's many laws is what drives this question, as every soul on this plane is searching for their own personal theory of everything. The inception of this body of work blurs the notion of identifying it as an album, as it is simply a juncture made possible by infinitely specific circumstances, without which String Theory would never have existed at all.

Verse 1
Atrocious tactics to host the masses, behold the madness
We roast the halfwits as cold as cats that holster ratchets
With open caskets for these hopeless bastards posed as rappers
Explosive tracks could make my pulse as fast as ocean rapids
Traverse the unknown expose the atlas
My verses uphold subversive drum rolls to mold the path with
Too bold to catch it, so you worthless clones get shown what wrath is
And all below the average actors will get blown to ashes
So watch me settle scores as I relinquish the snobs
With english my linguistics could extinguish a stellar core
A top physician could not incision these metaphors
That's why my efforts for impressive bars is effin' raw
The lion that not even Noah would pick up
Got an aura like Jehovah from scripture paranoia gon' grip ya
Rats hide before this flower come get cha
Raps tighter than a boa constrictor
(Nigga you know what the deal is)

Chorus
Yea, yo I'm that awesome force
That's sure to knock you spitters off your course
Strong winds bring the tide in, to soak you with the blend
we've been providing and flood the mental state you kids reside in

Verse 2
I'm the poster child for the folks that wild
We invoke the crowd so get a close up now before I ghost the style
The string theory smear sentences sincerely
'Til kids hear me and give me millions of spins yearly
You been weary I bring merely that bomb shit
You sing nearly in every song clearly theres conflict
Really its garbage all that sob teary eyed soft shit
Is nonsense I'm lost why do ya'll see me as conscious
When I'm just a regular man on a secular plan
For grands trying to stay ahead of the lambs
Yo I'll be writing these incredible jams until my skeletal sands
And niggas read my shit with retinal scans
This one goes out to unforgettable fans who study my lyrics
With grit until they and sever all their cerebral strands
I spin the globe to any sensible land and rip a show
I'm fina blow just like a chemical plant you niggas know

Chorus
Yea, yo I'm that awesome force
That's sure to knock you spitters off your course
Strong winds bring the tide in, to soak you with the blend
we've been providing and flood the mental state you kids reside in