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1. |
For Your Consideration
01:35
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[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
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2. |
Understellar
03:20
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[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
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3. |
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[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]
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4. |
Peephole
03:20
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[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
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5. |
Scoot (feat. Awon)
03:06
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[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
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6. |
Chill
03:22
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[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
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[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
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8. |
Robert Horry
02:04
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[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
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[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
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10. |
Stardust
02:43
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[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
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11. |
Drip Dry
03:54
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[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)
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12. |
Fresh Air
03:09
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[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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13. |
Daily Dose (K-Def Remix)
03:04
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Pete Flux & Parental Atlanta, Georgia
The transatlantic collaboration between emcee Pete Flux from Atlanta, GA and producer Parental from Paris, France
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