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Global Scope

by Pete Flux & Parental

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1.
[Verse] Welcome back, pelt a rap at cerebrals Remember the last time I sat at the easel? All I heard was classic, and that ish was diesel This is not plastic, no act for people More like Godfather Don than Don Cheadle Quick, check the last time a line missed This, doesn’t exist like blond Beatles For those that don’t know me, I drop jewelz like O.C And do it with finesse, just to keep it low key Like a big man with his hand, on a post feed Flow speed is anywhere between meth and codeine Invest in myself, then collect the proceeds Participate, to dissipate the smoke screens Put a stranglehold on the beat, till it chokes, screams And its breath’s extinguished from my brand of English Bring the wrath of Khan like Singh, Shao, or Genghis Only 5’9 but rhymes about the size Of a Yao Ming, Embiid, or Porzingis Got the mic clasped indeed with four fingers And a thumb, I spit chrysanthemums It’s too fresh, make dudes just sound dumb Do not try me, you will get clowned son Before a wannabe starts rapping this year He or she should consider what just, happened here
2.
Understellar 03:20
[Verse 1] Fuck the surface, reach for what’s underneath Like the metro, cartilage, and coral reefs This the best flow, hardest shit, my aura’s deep Keep the stress low, listening to foreign beats To sooth the mind, then combine to adorn the speech Birth an emcee, leave a rapper deceased When I repeat, traditions from the underground You steady huntin’ down thumpin’ sounds by Dope niggas from the gutter, plus the suburbs Raised by single mothers, and the cuss words Trying to discover, truth about yourselves Ringin’ any bells? My crew ain’t gotta yell Gotta live well so, put us in a mix once Promise that my comments won’t leave you after six months Or a year, nigga yeah, listen here for that dope dope I disappear, reappear with a boatload Of these rhymes about the times on the globe though And that is why testin’ I is a no go Supercharged, coup de gras bars, never so so Probably got the footage on a Go Pro Now you can’t go pro, so I had to do me It’s a damn shame like a track from a Kool G That I know so the wack’ll never fool me Now bring the hook and let a nigga do his duty [Hook] (x2) Come and find us under, all this, dirt Under skin, colors and waves in the surf This is for the, Jedi, brave enough to search Ironically, diggin’ deep, to leave Earth [Verse 2] I rap’s cattle prod, adding to the catalog Rattle lost souls with a blast from my Battlestar .. I’m more Galactica than Avatar Adama with the commas, battle scars every half a bar Is what I’m dishing out, not listening, you’re missin’ out Sip a stout, planning the next vinyl we’re shippin’ out I only make this look easy like I flipped a house On TV, see he got you signin’ in to click the mouse For a space voyage, the cake storage in big amounts Is secondary, but necessary by all accounts I step weary of sets buried by ballin’ out I’m vexed clearly, can’t get near me to call me out Renounce gravity, then you niggas get back to me You count salaries, I bounce through the galaxy Searchin’ for my happily, ever, after Fearin’ I will never read the pages in this chapter The latest from the master will flay ya even faster Die slow, what I’m saying to the grafters Perpetuating lies with indefinite ties To the current paradigm, our goals do not align But my stars do cause you’re done by bar two Akromegalie march through and chart moves To planets unknown, we’ll vanish in one poem Faster than light with no need to run home [Hook] (x2) Come and find us under, all this, dirt Under skin, colors and waves in the surf This is for the, Jedi, brave enough to search Ironically, diggin’ deep, to leave Earth
3.
[Scratched: Venom] [Verse 1: Pete Flux] Let me hop into this jump rope With the flow wet enough to leave the sun soaked I don’t talk the gun smoke, but with the use of some notes I perform murders on tracks, turn em’ to compost I’m close to losin’ it, abundant with stupid shit The game is, speak like Yoda, meet the quota Hopefully you catch that, before I spit the next rap For now, let me bless that beat with swell timing Magic what I’m best at, rhymes are spellbinding Help find the dopeness, don’t support the fructose That is sweet, if you unaware how to eat You should peep, the label, swear this good shit man Rappers obsolete like, betamax and discman Say the facts spic span, play the tracks of this man Twice, nigga I’m nice, keep ya distance Lyrically, I’ll take a piss, on a pissant Bars are, so cavalier, call em’ Tristan, Thompson I’m in form to make you piss pants Tour de France versus training wheels and kickstands Ifs ands and buts don’t add up to much The way I train, makes you look plain, when I bus That is mind traveling, you, define babbling Blows to the abdomen, when, on the cuts Try to pull my card, I’ll show em’ a royal flush [Hook: Pete Flux] You build with yours, and we, build with ours Then it comes to together for props, and applause So if ya style’s nice, and you like, from afar Then you should send a message and maybe, we can spar [Hook: Marquee] You build with yours And we build with ours When they spin the record Leave the crowd wanting more I'm lethal with the mic We can go bar for bar I gets it in with the best Any day we could spar I gets it in with the best Any day we could spar I gets it in [Verse 2: Marquee] MARQUEE no comparison Drop the ball you traveling Point game hall of fame Numbers I'm averaging Witty words emerge Like I purged from my abdomen Hit hard surge stronger Than a labor contraction I'm blacking, blacker than Micheal Blackson, a black man Ready to anty up my chips Fo' I dip, I'm bought to cash in Keep it moving upward bound In a orderly fashion Leave no way for suckers like you To eat... fasting Mash the pedal to the floor No brake Im all action Aim full speed ahead in your face See it in close caption I'm captain of this ship So if you see me in passing Better catch wreck while you can Cuz, Im coming back blasting Hoodies and masked men Who ain't pulling for flashing Won't hesitate To open your nut And get it cracking Raps more tactical Than a militant radical Masterful lines I drop Gasoline hot It's flammable [Hook: Pete Flux] You build with yours, and we, build with ours Then it comes to together for props, and applause So if ya style’s nice, and you like, from afar Then you should send a message and maybe, we can spar [Hook: Marquee] You build with yours And we build with ours When they spin the record Leave the crowd wanting more I'm lethal with the mic We can go bar for bar I gets it in with the best Any day we could spar I gets it in with the best Any day we could spar I gets it in [Scratched: Venom]
4.
Peephole 03:20
[Verse 1] Shook the cobwebs, here’s a joint to think on Kinks gone, thoughts caught when the ink’s drawn Couldn’t sink long, shrink spawn of the madness When my brain rains, you soak it up like a cactus Cause these rappers dry, like summers, in Damascus Trying to enslave, while we, empower masses Devour trash hits, I’m fresh as flower baskets Happy as a drunk monk chillin’ brewin’ Trappist ale But black males, .. still pack a jail Lots of combat, contracts for weapon sales So I make an album, that, is an amalgam Of braggadocio and later thoughts from Malcolm X, not a stretch, few words’ll get ya pal strung In a flash, blast dudes spewing cash cow dung Listening to weak shit, I’ma ask how come If I see ya favorite rapper, he gon’ have ta bow son [Hook] My truth, work to let it be told My view, squinting through a peephole Try to, share it with the people Hit em’ with a sunshine ray My truth, work to let it be told My view, squinting through a peephole Try to, share it with the people Maybe we can breathe one day [Verse 2] Hit ya specs with some picturesque pixels More words going forward, and less pistols If we see ya dollars in hand, yes fistfuls Then we form a plan and attack like stressed pitbulls All on Uncle Sam, so really it was the owner’s fault Bred us to be indebted, so fuck how much that home’ll cost Didn’t get the message? It’s the one time your phone is off .. If you must know, I believe in us though Just don’t, be broke spittin’, Raymond Tusk flow Gusto, I’ve got that, in abundance Verbally, here’s a hard noogie for you munchkins Boogie when I function, please, this is ease Got so many gifts, twelve months I hang a wreath Think I heard a click right now to change the feed Way above your station, serving some chest cave-ins When you’ve had enough, follow protocol and say when [Hook] My truth, work to let it be told My view, squinting through a peephole Try to, share it with the people Hit em’ with a sunshine ray My truth, work to let it be told My view, squinting through a peephole Try to, share it with the people Maybe we can breathe one day
5.
[Verse 1: Pete Flux] Live, from inside the perimeter We’re getting in that ass like wine enemas Standing united, undivided like prime integers Fine cinemas ain’t got shit on my bars This is crystal, clear, private salute the sarge You shootin’ par, I put birdies up on the card Flux, .. and this is not a nickname It’s what I do, and I look at you with disdain If you talking chips, fame, or some other shit stain Put your blinker on and get, up out of this lane His aim, is Chris Kyle on the dial When I rhyme, get in line, preferably single file I’ll, be in the cut, blinds shut Working on my craft, that’s, always enough Trust, we will continue, doing us Love for the listener, squad not giving up [Hook] (x2) If it’s bout the loot, loot, better pray for em’ Skills got passed by another hot smash Nigga better scoot, scoot, out the way for em’ This is top class, rhymes make ya stock crash [Verse 2: Awon] Rhymes make your stock crash  Don’t catch a hot blast  From this rap phenom The lyrical atom bomb  My 16 bars quick to turn into Megatron  Liquid swords make emcees Chicken Szechuan   Chef flows from scratch  Demos lit stems attached  Mixed to wax by Parental   Flux attacks  At the end of the day  Don’t get taken away like Calgon  From the A to the K my mind spray  Cook up bars like Bobby Flay  Until the day time frays And earth and I will  part ways  Got love for DJs who understand The underground  Cause these days most people are into another sound  It’s all good though I’m minding my own  I’m high in a zone you need a space ship  to be on  Cold as Freon 95 air max neon Splurging for a spot on Space X  Call Elon [Hook] (x2) If it’s bout the loot, loot, better pray for em’ Skills got passed by another hot smash Nigga better scoot, scoot, out the way for em’ This is top class, rhymes make ya stock crash
6.
Chill 03:22
[Verse 1] I was in a car with an Uber driver, chillin’ Made a nigga wanna call his supervisor, illin’ Even tho he doesn’t have one, had some, rapper on the station Talkin’ mad trash, every rhyme, rappin’ like this all the time, sayin’ Tons of hateful, nigga and bitch, but callin’ us haters Somehow, wanted some favors, by buying the album, but I am a thousand Percent sure that I’m not doing that, super wack rappers in my ear But now we’re here, at our destination [Hook ] Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me? I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef Again, swear people hatin’ on their music’ But maybe, what they just said was fuckin’ stupid Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me? I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef Again, somethin’ somethin’ bout my girlfriend Oh wait, somebody else wrote that with ya pen [Verse 2] I was at a motherfuckin’ Waffle House, chillin’ Took a long time to get those waffles out, illin’ Cause the whole crew listenin’ to, some nigga mixtape Maybe one day he’ll sit his ass down, realize the mistake Sharing nonsense rhymes with the public, subject was to get papes Of course, apparently if you disagree, that this dude is nice He got contract killers on the payroll that may or may not go, to end ya life Then my All-star came [Hook] Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me? I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef Again, swear people hatin’ on their music’ But maybe, what they just said was fuckin’ stupid Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me? I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef Again, somethin’ somethin’ bout my girlfriend Oh wait, you didn’t even write that with ya pen, did you? [Interlude] I wrote a couple bars ya know I wrote a couple bars ya know today Been to a couple bars ya know And had a couple drinks around ya way I think its getting harder though I think its getting harder though to stay World is bringing out an artist’s lows And all I see is black and white and gray
7.
[Scratched: Debonair P] Prescription. Two doses of the ferocious Minds that's laced with explosive doses Cause we stay with the lethal dosage [Verse 1] Certified MD, here to disenchant you Of the views from charlatans and sycophant crews We shan’t lose, only use advanced moves Heads down, we don’t make our circumstance news Circumspect, my flows, work ya neck Prescribe only the fly, the quacks give percocets Don’t back a worthless rep, numbing pain for a check What they speak is too weak, you’d be wise to deflect Their advice, parasites clogging all your terabytes Ignorant or erudite, I don’t really care tonight Not pretending, that I’m innocent as a cherub’s flight But as a whole, we’ve forgotten how to cherish life Have a slice, it helps with digestion Of the fact that, you’re all my brethren Since I was seven, I’ve written for my mental health Now for you as well, meds that are truly felt [Pre-hook: Sample from "Fight Club"] No. You can't die of insomnia What about narcolepsy? I nod off, I wake up in strange places I have no idea how I got there You need to lighten up [Hook] Do you suffer from, a, lack of dope Beats in your ear with real, nigga quotes? Flux and Parental, the style’s recommended Take your daily dose, and all, problems ended Side effects include, feeling like you got high A jaw drop and, questioning your top five Message on the top side of this here paper Is for the pharmacist, good day, see ya later [Scratched: Debonair P] Cause we stay with the lethal dosage Prescription. Two doses of the ferocious Minds that's laced with explosive doses Cause we stay with the lethal dosage [Verse 2] This isn’t free but it’s cheaper than your insurance Last as long as the endurance, of mankind Expand minds, further watch the pen flourish Lost inside yours like a tourist in Florence ... If you’re broke get the torrent Pop cysts on a system that’s fixed, for the abhorrent Mad torment, on ya brain cells Cause we’re dyin’ of thirst, but still drain wells In between your ears is where, the pain dwells Life is like tinnitus, we’re fighting, strange bells Ringin’ in the heart, soul, and the earth So I do my part, with flows, and a verse ... So immersed that it hurts like my patients Rap attracts dirt like a shirt on a vagrant It leads to diseases, results can be grievous The cure is in ya consciousness, nigga believe it [Pre-hook: Sample from "Fight Club"] Can you please just give me something? Red and blue Tuinals, lipstick-red Seconals... No. You need healthy, natural sleep [Hook] Do you suffer from, a, lack of dope Beats in your ear with real, nigga quotes? Flux and Parental, the style’s recommended Take your daily dose, and all, problems ended Side effects include, feeling like you got high A jaw drop and, questioning your top five Message on the top side of this here paper Is for the pharmacist, good day, see ya later
8.
Robert Horry 02:04
[Verse] I am not a brand I am just the reason you call a fireman On the stage, don’t tremble, been blessed with quiet hands That dismember fake rappers as seen in diagrams Fam, here’s a death sentence for ya fragments I’ve been a lethal injection, in a your vein Ever since my advent, niggas get a tad bent Outta shape when I start to demonstrate That this shit is close curtains, plus I hemmed the drapes On the window to your soul, repose, it’s getting late Wait, that would mean you’re blind from my optics Niggas live fast, but not fly, like an ostrich All y’all styles is old, put it in hospice My magic pen can turn your fan to a hostage In the land of the godless, I’m so nice with writtens That I get paid to say “Fuck capitalism.” Get em’. I am not a fan If you got a million high hats in ya raps That’s, where ya flow should be on the track Brrrrrat, another fuckin’ fraud on the mat Hit the floor with a splat like you fell, twenty stories For sugarcoated smack that swears it’s hunky dory Love for the legends that spat truth before me Being a big shot, don’t mean you’re Robert Horry What they taught me when I listened through my headphones All I’m leaving in my wake is some dead poems At the site of crap rap career headstones In the zone, fuck clones, I’m cinematic This that top floor, top drawer, in the attic Niggas like “Dagnabit, he done it again.” I’m Death Valley in the summer, bout a hunnit and ten Fry an egg on ya car when I pick up my pen, uhhhhh
9.
[Intro: Godfather Don] Wadin' in the water GFD, Godfather Don in the building Giving Parental guidance Threw instrumental violence Remember keepin' silence [Verse 1: Godfather Don] ... [Hook] (x2) Wadin’ in the water with two of your favorite authors Raised to make waves, not ride em’ to raid your coffers This is underground, the sound, no major offers Ever since we scribbled these words in faded marker [Verse 2: Pete Flux] This is light, work, like half of a gram Cause Parental’s beats knock hard as battering rams My flow’s tighter than a bathroom on catamarans So I illustrate on straits to capture your fans On fractured lands, yeah this world is very divisive Parrying the crisis with literary devices Through tributaries the nicest is the plan, and I can feel the tension, bubblin’ in the sand Still gotta carve out a life out an iceberg Cause the oil man wants a hike, not a price curb Nice words, disguise evil intent But hip hop’s alive, swear we won’t relent We’re the defense against your denial of the bile Mixed in streams of data, both sides of the equator Flux and the Don, theories are never crackpot Sixteen from us is the world in a snapshot [Hook] (x4) Wadin’ in the water with two of your favorite authors Raised to make waves, not ride em’ to raid your coffers This is underground, the sound, no major offers Ever since we scribbled these words in faded marker
10.
Stardust 02:43
[Hook] A speck inside a speck Just a man but more through written text Me and dude produce then split the check To the tick tock, watch stardust connect [Verse 1] You are not important, there is only we My insignificance either sets me free Or it terrifies and serves to sterilize This inherent pride that seems to plague me On a daily basis, stasis is the state Break loose to boost your playlist Shift, your perspective, how ya live With, what could be, and not just how it is Twist the lid, and start to open up some Too many horrors that we’ve become accustomed to Who ever speaks up try to hush em’ Isolate, berate, flip discussion [Hook] (x2) A speck inside a speck Just a man but more through written text Me and dude produce then split the check To the tick tock, watch stardust connect [Verse 2] I don’t know you and you don’t know me But we’ve been killing each other since B.C Over everything, don’t seem to ever bring Much to the table to try to relieve The suffering, but here’s the other thing That I find, most, troubling For a check, we will destroy the speck That we call home but shown no respect What is next? Don’t know but I love you When I write a song I’m always thinking of you Try to look ahead although the past scarred us Reaching out to my fellow pieces of stardust [Bridge] (x2) Float and float, in and out of this life Come together even if it’s just this night [Hook] (x2) A speck inside a speck Just a man but more through written text Me and dude produce then split the check To the tick tock, watch stardust connect [Bridge] (x2) Float and float, in and out of this life Come together even if it’s just this night
11.
Drip Dry 03:54
[Verse 1] This one, is guaranteed to bring your smile back Smooth, like the Lincoln I had awhile back File that, image until we’re finished cruising here Then you can keep it and treat it like a mental souvenir Driving at the moment, but one, day maybe you can steer When you’re as automatic, and you don’t have to use the gears Tell em’ that I sent ya and mention the fuckin’ future’s here Tell em’ nothin’ but truth, I pray you make it super clear Riding round loops for years, hungry to learn the ways Of breaking bread, instead, perfect your turn of phrase And earn a wage with a path paved off-road Write like everyday’s ya last day on the globe [Hook] (x2) Two gifted, misfits, letting shit fly Since the flow’s water, I oughta let it drip dry Making somethin’, that lasts like we’re supposed to do Keep them speakers on blast when ya rollin’ through [Verse 2] Pass the keys, got Parental on the wheel now Real sounds vibin’ I was driving with my heel down Too fast, speeding by the landmarks, catch up to the rest of the vanguard What I told the competition gettin’ busy on the mic being frank like Lampard Got plantar, fasciitis you gotta ice those Riding shotgun with my partner because a dice roll Now his beats bumpin’ and helping you deal with life’s lows Him and me combined is worth more than just a price sold Priceless, forthright, insert superlative Foresight to see, that the, other would murder it My windows down, seat back, feet up to recline Wind on my fingers, not throwing up a peace sign Good mileage on my stylus and our style’s design Uncharted lands, don’t come equipped, with street signs Each time, I get lost rollin’ with this guy We wash the car and have a think while it drip dries [Hook] (x4)
12.
Fresh Air 03:09
[Verse] Without further ado, here’s a few things that I know to be true If you owe a lot of people that makes you a big puppet By the time you peep the flow, I been sick of it And if you love it, then only death is disruptive My skill is through the roof, drippin’ into buckets You can’t compare free range to chicken nuggets And selling more records just means, bigger budgets There is no dope nigga draft A lot of cowboys don’t know how, to rope a calf Most doing good can’t offset the bad That a few do, so you, do the math Brilliance between two fucks is still brilliant And where you’re from, doesn’t determine your resilience We talk about space hardly knowing the ocean And believe perfect gods act on human emotion You can’t judge a book just by the movie trailer We tear down the greats cause we, relate to failure Without failure, there is no success It spurs the innovation that was latent at best You and I will never be free If our actions are measured through worth economically I live in a state where the confederacy Still has their flags planted like its eighteen Sixty three, flip words like burgers at mickey d’s for me On behalf of the staff at Akromegalie Throwing haymakers, powerful swings But real power’s in the first row watching the ring Those baggin’ dough don’t change the status quo And the money goes around like you’re passin’ the dro Apropos of all the madness, and current affairs It can only galvanize, no deterrent to share Yeah, take a breath of fresh Air.
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Limited edition of 300 copies on black vinyl of the 3rd transatlantic collaboration between MC Pete Flux from Atlanta, GA, and producer Parental from Paris, France, called "Global Scope". One of finest duo's in Jazz-layered Hip Hop these days gets the help from artists such as Godfather Don, Awon (of Awon & Phoniks fame), Marquee and K-Def. Sit back, relax, and let your brain blow!

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released March 18, 2022

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Executive Producers : Pete Flux & Parental

Written & Performed by Pete Flux | Publishing : Pete Flux Music LLC
Produced, Arranged & Mixed by Parental at Akromégalie Studio, Paris
Scratches by Venom (Marvel Records) & Debonair P
Mastered by Sven Friederichs

Cover Illustration by Splisaber.exe
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Cover Edit by RVB

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