JAZM: What is music? To me, music is life and life is music. Go on then, I use it. Please don't abuse it. Groove with it; find the rhythm in the veins, flowing through the blood pumped from the heart to the brainskull. Now you know it's a 4/4, it's kinda major, feeling it. It's a nice key signature, yeah yeah I like the flow. You don't know where it's coming from, you can't grab it, you can't flip it like a chica up an down, doggystyle. You know I feel it though. I'm telling you, the music, It's there man! With you every day in the radio, in the car, flowing from your stereo, you want to listen though, you want to feel it though, but some of that shit is corrupt though man, you know the ones I'm talking 'bout...
Music is the sobriety, the psychological link between you and me. The soundtrack to the life that we all see, life that we all hear, life that we all hold dear. Why not be all you can be? Give your music its own personality! Fill it up with raw originality, practicality, pure insanity, then...
Pick a riff, pick a rhythm, pick up a bass. Slap G, Slap E like a smack in the face. Fast paced, slow paced; whatever the case, Jazm like your life's worth, Rock the human race. Funk is the spirit of every musicality: Pick a principality, kid, or hit reality. Play what you please when the jam is in session, play something fucked up, make an impression! O.P.E.N.'s the epitome, similar to epiphany, of musical ability and lyrical prosperity is what keeps the tunes alive. Don't care about your white smile, don't make music with a hairstyle. "Walk the Green Mile"? If you think you do, embarrassment is waiting for you. When Jackie P rocks the mic, you stand up and listen and if you're fake, your fucking pussy arse starts pissin'!
Keep your eyes shut! Keep your ears wide open! Keep the music flowing! Keep the bass bins blowing! Mics are red hot and the amps are hardly coping! Don't ration the passion! You are listening to O.P.E.N.