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Infinite Growth

by Pete Flux & Parental

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1.
(Scratched: Venom) (Verse) Felines and females rewind for details Keep fresh with each breath, your speech stale Rap detests cause he bests and beat frail poets Lunch pail holder, my man I go to work Holy grail flow'er, I'm sure we'll die of thirst though I curse dough, man the devil struck the first blow Chalice overrunneth with hunnits upon hunnits Trap ourselves, well inside the paper dungeon Function, to consume what's redundant Sunk into quicksand? Never give a hand out. Twenty on the wrist and bet they help the man out This nigga Flux wrote the stanzas that'll standout Standard wit cha man now, candid with my damn mouth Runnin' it, my punishment is how it's gonna pan out Right now, but I'm here, for the long term So get acquainted, no fear cause you're gon' learn (Hook) You could be a fan in the bleachers Turned to man with some features On a roll, like that Cause this is the land of the dreamers Got a plan for a beamer? Go ahead. Write raps. But that’s a lot of glass ceiling Watch you lose that feeling chasing down a mirage Would you rather see your face? Or spend your life peeling off facades?
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With My Kin 03:52
(Verse 1) Magic spell cast effortless Spat it that well, can't quell the mass exodus Left my shell, I'm swell, no longer reticent Leave a troubadour at a loss, but not a deficit Striking through your core is the boss, my class is evident Permanent too, it' s tatted on my DNA Pertinent news for these actors at the VMAs While you snooze, my crew's doing 3-a-days Yaaaahhhh, the flow is all drudgery Hydrofluoric bars I discard dissolve cutlery Sharpen your skills, not marketing deals Shot targeted kill, I feel they can't fuck with me Hmmmm, much practice on the bass bump It's why you never see the captain down in a slump Balance flat or fat stacks of cake clumps Mmmmm… ate a rapper, that's a great lunch I bring the loop to its knees on the regular Bars make the god emcees keep it secular Looking down the line then freeze, I think I'm Federer So these niggas dread my steeze, like the Predator Et cetera, et cetera, shine'll damage your retinas Can't see me until sun becomes a nebula And it's all in the facts Winning with my kin while I'm spinning on the wax (Verse 2) I often go deep with a coded phrase So keep up, Pete Flux is the sobriquet Flow on a yo-yo, it never goes astray Have a harsh critic harken back to olden days When some lifers in a cypher spit a quote cray And had some heat radiating on the coldest day It still happens, but cameras film bill stacking So fictitious, I'm spitting to make the ill happen Too many lies, chosen few got the spoken truth Too many guys, talk a mansion with an ocean view Too many sighs, but my plan is just to soldier through Look in my eyes, from my vantage point I'm overdue Aaaaaaccchooooo, too sick, niggas shit deceased I don't miss when my right brain grips the piece Guess nobody out there read the mission brief But I got my girl behind me like I'm from middle east Beast. There are many words to reach your dome Switch up the tempo to make a thesis known Machine in mental of all the sleepless clones Under a spell, hell, to each his own Don't keep the real you buried deep inside Limited time until we stare down the reaper's scythe And it's all in the facts Winning with my kin while I'm spinning on the wax
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(Verse 1 : Pete Flux) This writer brings the promise of a quote Acknowledge I admonish the demonic and their boasts All with the rhythm of Muhammad jumping rope Honest over notes in this world of elaborate lies I'm the type to grab a brew with the average guy Kick verses by the slew that I had to supply Status is fly, won't find the cameras here No distractions while I make sure the standard is clear Vanish. Appear. Then we wash, rinse and repeat Got something fresh to press and print for the street Infinite beats, paired with an impotent speech Yeah we've heard it all before from the simpleton fleet My turn to be the change, a benevolent force That penetrates the brain so you steady your course For something better cause this journey's a trip We've got shit to do before the gurney is flipped Burning some piff, only if my goals are achieved And that's how I'm living life, let it breathe Like I'd remember all of these lines? Nigga please. Only lots of practice could make this look like a breeze Pulled out an atlas, I got a job, I'm overseas Anywhere I am, I'm fulfilling all of your needs Soldier, at ease. Respect the words of Flux and Paranom. If our message was received, as you were. Carry on. (Hook) Few write, how they really feel But these dudes nice, cause they're really real Scaling new heights, climbing up the hill With the crew like, "Nigga what's the deal?" (Verse 2: Paranom) Scaling Cuz ain't no thanks for the angst The master liftin' splinters off the planks Gettin' lifted through the ranks Through 7 heavens sifted with a feather shank These angles of the sun that hit my system cranked just like a Belgian franc I'm spendin The ending-- alpha dependent The outcome of the present with dislexic views of love until its exit By addiction to the pleasant Fuck a fractioned ration Rationality action with imaginations through a warrior's tactic Flowin' lactic Honeys that wanna walk in fields on promised lands Come and kneel to the knowledge seed and see if stars is real Come feel The bartered skill the charter Tradin' breath-- a martyr's never above the scribal survival spittin truth to rivals Karma, liable Shave down scratches on two faces then I libate Flippin' graces-- grippin' the fireball chases For every chore is oasis-- from rebellion is my coolest places On mental beaches with Haitian features facin' For delf and Blunted-- the universally mostly wanted Cunning the punches rollin' past to rest on peace's summits Outlastin' Hummus dipped papyrus for scrumptious, Elegant temperaments-- flickin' lighters writer's consumption let us Breathe in the victor's crevices-- don't leech the evidence-- speech, Impediment beseech the reach of hearin' this it's sweet.. Swishers elite-- pull gun smoke how stroke riddles Repeatin' quotes that fashion the feat, catch the gleek that drip off the peak nigga (Hook)
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(Verse 1) My head's heavy with words. I never sleep I lay awake rustling hard between the sheets. The funny thing is I'm an EP deep And these niggas swear rhyming is the easy street. Sick bars, got quarantined by CDC Spit at legendary clips, call em CP3s Whoa. That's an effortless point of reference Most would say the country's run by the president I say the ones not living in the present tense To keep it real in the face of greed's prevalence Hip hop is hard work with little recompense. I jumped a hurdle now I gotta leap a second fence In a row, try to take it in my stroll Or a stride, rip a few shows to let em know That I'm live, broadcast the tracks and get the cash Pragmatic rap addicts the only niggas that last huh? (Hook) They want the cars and the clothes What they need kid? Bars and the flows They want the bitches and the stacks What they need kid? Vision and a map (Verse 2) I want to scream it from a megaphone For my nation that's overrun with severed homes Clever poems almost ensure you're never known Set in stone by those who'd rather break bread alone Than share, sad state of affairs, we can't stop though I'm mad great with these pairs and they're not bro Killing your shit with my diligent clique We feel that you missed, it's all fucking villas and spliffs Militant riffs about drug dealers that lift Heavy weight, meditate on how I'm real as it gets When you listen to a verse about material shit Recognize there's no lies when my miracles writ Split, time with my peeps and the crew Put the balance on the wax, then deliver to you First hand, burst plans of a critical few Give you nothing but the raw, quite the pivotal view (Hook) (Verse 3) Not trying to change your mind, I'm telling it like it is Even if I'm much maligned by most of the writing biz It's such a grind, promoting the type of shiz That discusses real life and the energy that you give To keep pushing, the beats to keep cooking Parental's got those, these pros indeed hook em' With allure, bringing warmth back, like a heated cushion Not leading bookings, but we see you looking Developed a bond perfecting the craft And it's, helping us on this definite path As one of the great duos, don't want the fake kudos Critics rate pseudos, mostly hate nouveau Even when it's clear to see as H2O That we're two of the best artists to breakthrough though You know the style that'll make you believe It's Pete Flux, giving all the people what they need (Hook)
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(Verse 1 : Pete Flux) Viciousness was daddy's fault, twenties on your caddy halt Sad adults hit with flicks from verbal catapults Moving back to padded vaults, ran away from that assault Laser beams breaking seams, didn't think I had em' caught? Dreams of making cream now shattered thoughts Status naught, black on black crime, flatline your heart Still, like my whip when I have it parked Chill, like my clique when we at a park Ill, what I spit when I'm rapping sharp Kill, blood drips near this rabid shark Mils, what I'm headed for, wetted your Metaphors, edit or pull out the tarp Let it pour. You should pull out the ark. Have a rapper farce out there fishing for carp My aim? To make a target of those missing the mark Bars been eclipsed, pen your writtens in the dark Magnificent from the start, the flow is hella frenetic I shut down loops, I'm Syd telekinetic Pulling up the ground's roots if you wanna set it Off, quotes make you croak, my mind is lifting oaks Try to get me with a heightened sense of super stealth They wanna kill me cause they're frightened of my future self Just remember with this music I'm a gamechanger So while you make it rain, I'll be the Rainmaker (Hook) Rappers dare pretend to emcee Think you niggas ill, my friend we MDs Spitters in the biz pretend contently When we let the pen bleed we tend to end the Rappers that pretend to emcee Think you niggas ill, my friend we MDs Spitters in the biz pretend contently If your flow is like ten, my nigga we ten Gs (Verse 2 : Hex One) There's no deflecting the unexpected respect it or get the bootleg Hex be the next to bless it while hecklers inspect the blueprint Parental just grabs a record to stretch it and make some music And check it the way I wreck it shit Tekken is less abusive You students get tutored when we shoot and uproot a frenzy Maneuver with fluid moves that a loser would view with envy Get suited with lucid cues that confuse you like Rubik's cubes In the booth when my crew is spewing computers is rudimentary A sentry detecting targets the margins get chewed eventually A lengthy sentence when sending you bars with included entry This human's deadlier than walking mars with a suit thats empty Must be new to this universe as foolish as dude to tempt me Who's the mc that kills shit quills is drill bits Real sick gets bills but still reveals ribs Grills kids but chills and builds with ill niggs Then peels with the steel to fill wigs its Hex One (Hook) (Bridge) (Verse 3 : Tek-Nition) Hit ya set with an army of droids My main objective is to bomb and destroy The bars I deploy so quick that I can spar em' with Floyd I'm thrill seekin' you can catch a bad real beatin' The last nigga that got it man his ass still sleeping So back it up cuz you ain't got the right rap with these Unbalanced maniacs treated for special psychiatric needs Screw loose with every nut, think I can screw with every slut Think they're obsessed with me but really I'm delusional as fuck I panic and stress strung off loratabs and excedrin Manic depressed who drinks sulphuric acid with medicine Break down ya molecules, restore em' back to its elements While sipping on rocket fuel to puke it back in a jet engine Its never been a psycho assassin, I'm Michael Myers and Manson That's strapped to a time bomb with fuses and wire attachments Gas in my left hand, my right one with lighters and matches Just waiting to blow this motherfucker to fire and ashes That's my reaction off Vicodin tablets What you dare me to do cuz bitch if I was you I'll be scared of me too But that's between you and I, you rival with mic theory now that's fuckin' suicide Do or die. Who am I? Shit... just a psycho on psychedelics With trifling antics and plus a rifle expanded lens and a right to command it You will need lipo and anesthetics, this knife in my hand, shit I can stifle ya glands in seconds And slice you to fragments and send you right to the paramedics or Christ in a flash You wouldn't like if I spaz and wreck it, your life's in my hands I'll light you up with these pyrotechnics Tek from Epidemic's a viral phonetic motherfucker we MDs (Hook)
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(Verse 1) A czar, five stars on his epaulettes Hypnotic charm disarms second guess No other man stands with him neck to neck Bullets and shards for the slightest of barbs Soldiers view him as a mix of Midas and Mars A deity of sorts, these are the reports Decree issued, the speech he keeps it short Willingly they bleed, no need to reinforce Scorch, the earth's surface at the source Black gold underneath, that cold underneath Trapped soul, attack foes, control the street Power consumed, with the pressure of the ocean deep His men? Intense and very honored High spirits down in the trench like Mariana Foul posthumous stench and carried armor Lust for the influence quenched with buried karma (Verse 2) Five below, twelve inches of snow Numbers on each side decide the show Town sees the end, coming from the hillside Stand tall, rather than crawl and still die Fate setting in, ending with a cold state Severed limbs, crimson on the snowflakes Credit win to the engine of the whole take His dreaded grin, if you've seen it then you know hate No prisoners, screams were vociferous Genesis of a reign, so precipitous There was one girl with an umbrella Nine years old, ran away with young fella Got the flint and potatoes up in the knapsack Turn their backs on the carnage and peace, that's that They journey through the forest with the pressure mounting And through the trees, see a cabin nestled in the mountains (Verse 3) The boy is nineteen and nice with a scope Or knife to your throat, trained from long range and close On his own since the massacre, years as a scavenger Driven by revenge, a ride with no passengers Heading to the general's estate, shells penetrate Skulls of three guards, and the clock reads ten to eight For them its mate, but the king's got moves Rook kicks the door down, king grabs the four pound And slides, one tile to the left Crouched in the kitchen, kid, watch your step The scene is set, bullets start to whiz by One caught the wrist of evil's human disguise One to the kneecap, wasn't quick to react Hero walks up with the barrel between his eyes And smiles, a win almost on the scorecard Felt a dagger in his neck, should've killed four guards (Verse 4) That girl is now a novelist At age forty, her pen's more like an obelisk Eighth story she wrote was the best Details of a slaughter and atrocities met By two survivors, prose had depth like scuba divers Felt like you or I was, there when we read it Same for the antagonist, now in his old age He could feel the guilt after skimming a whole page Sinning the most ways, was how he arrived At this point, book finished, feeling hollow inside Put a gun to his temple and a hollow inside Catharsis for a heartsick author offered
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(Hook : Pete Flux) My biggest fear is that I won't (feel) Desensitized rhymes from incentivized minds Best believe that I don't (feel) It's how we've been conditioned Go to work, make a living But make sure that you don't (feel) Get cash, rack it up Quick fast, add it up Man I think I've had enough (Verse 1 : Lex de Kalhex) La constance n'est pas une route sans virage Quoi qu'on pense parfois le pire s'envisage Le doute nous extirpe de toutes nos certitudes Sans libre arbitre impossible de décrire d'autres images Que celles que recèle l'envie constante de pouvoir Quelqu'en soit son échelle nos pairs en restent avides Prêts à payer le prix de l'échec peu importe le poste à pourvoir Le schéma n'est pas aussi simple qu'un graphique C'est pourquoi les questions raisonnent bien au-dela de nos cages thoraciques (Hook) (Verse 2 : Lex de Kalhex) L’espoir reste intact, préservé de la lumière, Des années et de leur impact On se fiche de ce qui leur importe, Se fixe comme objectif d’épuiser les formes connues, L’effort est porteur d’énergie, cogite sur nos valeurs communes Et le désir collectif que les normes commutent, Pas de plan sur la comète L’œil rivé sur les astres, on reste Honnête ou essaye malgré les fautes Ce qui n’a pas de prix, comme l’effet de découvrir une voie qu’omettent les autres (Hook) x2
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Say Aye 03:30
(Hook) Everything was fine, used to listen all the time Then, all these rappers they lied So now I'm in the booth, been scribbling the truth Since a young nigga was yay high Nothing left to do but kick it with the crew And a bottle of Prosecco, stay fly Posted in the back, we're the dopest on the tracks If you feel em' motherfucker say aye (Verse 1) Class act squad with a swag that's odd My people don't do it like them Rappers think they gods cause they talk about the Ms We're all gonna die so we're equal in the end Flow is psychotic, the buzz the byproduct Because when I jot it we ain't equal with the pen Break. Akromegalie digging in crates Diluting wack nigga intake Spit that raw and my hits crack jaws Coast in second gear, still dispatch y'all With the ease, check the speed while your engine stalls Flux is long gone like a ten cent call Pause. Vienna nights, some of our best Cause, the death of mics, people to step Ball, that's what we'd like, but not as yet Me and family upping the ante to get respect (Hook) (Verse 2) Showed up at Brick 5 with the gear and the team Soundcheck we get live, interfere with the scene That's a no no young man, gotta rehearse Bystanders chill and watch kid body the verse Microphones for the squad like shotties for perps Blast shotgun shells when we drop one well Hit em' close range, it ain't hard to tell That the people feel the vibes, your feet are under a spell Smell, what the rock is cooking? And we got you looking at the DJ booth Cause this hard, live large with the truth Kick bars so the tip jar's full of loot By the end of the night, there were two dead mics And two cops came to try to wrong all the rights It was all good though, hell of a story point Sipping bubbly, passing celebratory joints (Hook)
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(Scratched: Debonair P) (Verse 1) Today’s the day isn’t? Pays to play different Tunes than all the loons forsaking the great privilege Of kicking that live, not pushing some lie We take to the skies to breathe that new air And see it from the eyes of those that moved there Rarely the key from an airbnb Leads the pair P&P to people who care New vinyl at the shops, hops and street fare But that’s the case, and not the one they gave Snoop I’m outside the store bumping A grade loops With the troops, got Parental throwing oops No choice but to finish to show em’ it’s not a fluke Used to be the front, now we come through the back Shake hands, make plans, have a wonderful chat With like minded artists, might find us in a lab soon For now its beer, sunshine, and a jazz tune (Scratched: Debonair P) (Verse 2) Head nodding by the back wall, mumbling words Hope I never get cat calls or stumble on verbs So I gotta get it right, heart pumps cold as ice Focus on flow state, my fate to roll the dice Such is life but the faction is strong Akromegalie fam got my back in a storm Form, on rare status, the flair to share magical Pairs prepared cause the patrons to stare at us That's the baddest when you're up on stage Endurance to spit fire for a month long blaze Phased? Never that with the room on board See it's all about respect and this dude gets more Sure, of my skill, they respond in kind With a love so real, swear it's God's design It's, a long grind, takes time to start to let em' know Fans are scattered like islands in archipelagos Dead the shows so their memories forged Of the warmth from my microphone energy source Plenty endorse the style cause we rep to the max If you're having any doubts, check the sweat on my back Jack, one hundred percent, fun and suspense If you downplay the flow, you should run or repent None are exempt, from all the wrath of these scriptures But my set's over, so pass the free liquor (Hook) Pete Flux coming right on in Turn me up real loud, put the lights on dim Got a hip hop crowd getting hype off gin Add Parental and you could bet your life on them Killing this real swift, with the mic or spins Turn us up real loud, put the lights on dim Got a hip hop crowd getting hype off gin Cause we always hold you down like a lifelong friend
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Roll Call 04:07
(Verse 1) I'm the definition of a late bloomer Innate humor with a brain that could trade futures Rappers spray sewers so I keep the lakes bluer If I was from the slums I could've been great sooner Studying lost tapes while fakes create rumors Fear shot me down like my body had eight tumors Or a state trooper interrogating this black man I make goobers preparing patrons to act and Then I'm out, each verse is gaining clout Gone are all the doubts, my partner will make ya bounce Copious amounts of perfect techniques And we sell em' by the ounce over slept on beats (Hook) You could feel the rays through the snowfall Yeah I wasn't paid, but what you saw was pro ball Love is how it's made, stayed just to show y'all We make the grade, hands raised for the roll call (Verse 2) So what's the word? Heads feeling the verve Thank you for the blurbs, it is a pleasure to serve Nobles and proletariats know I'm flowing the scariest Comatose the nefarious talking that throne and chariot Weaving through cones and various obstacles in the area Homie the more the merrier, mentally getting swoll Other dudes use money as a subterfuge Compare the lines, ten out of nine they fucking lose Befuddled noobs only came for a couple jewels Watch, chain, fame and a busty muse Bust a move, I dance all over drum kits You know the stance, my rants will leave you sun kissed (Bridge) We're built to last dawg, sticking to the task Evolving on our own, nobody will have to ask (x2) (Hook) (Verse 3) Rhythm is in my blood regardless of how the drama gets Fond of this, much more than a blond to kiss To say emcees aren't poets is a common myth One day your professor might cover me in honors lit Kind of sick, a paradox like somber bliss I'm only human, it's in my nature to contradict A sonic lift brought to you by the twosome It consists of my musings and a few puns About the age, one percent of us paid They're robbing what you save and then using it to boost funds It's nothing new man, I'll always have my views shunned The thing with Gekkos is they'll always be a new one (Hook)
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(Verse 1) Scurry for the cash Twenty fifth bitch, Burberry on the bag Not signing up for that, Luda had the motherfuckin' diamond in the back Flux and Parental got a different kind of swag Chilling in the lab, niggas didn't really know I spit it that fast This is a demonstration, by a penning sensation That was ending complacency, with a vengeance While you fenced in, doing motherfuckin' sentences for an agency I'm a symbol, over cymbals I'm the tempurpedic of the niggas slept on Not to be conceited but you niggas Revlon That's bitch made. I'm dismayed At the niggas that's trash, I'm whipping that ass They screaming nothing back but "Get paid." Flow pristine, bars are inside of the Sistine Chapel, you scarred when I get mean Baffled, when the god steady building Castles, with nothing but the ill team Scaffolds, and raw material, y'all need miracle Thinking that you fucking with the nigga Pete Flux And that shit is hysterical (Hook) Dudes that think they're nicer than me, y'all some funny niggas I kick the philosophy, you spit them bumper stickers And that's ok for a fee, but I can make a difference I'm overseas doing me, now you can fuckin' witness I've been building, I've been building some landmarks Structure's sound, up and down, it's the man's art They've been setting, they've been setting some land mines Public stepping right on one every damn time (Verse 2) Sorry for the brash Delivery, people ain't hearing me right Try to be modest, won't make a deposit but the villainy might So silly this life, pity our plight As artists, bars writ are nothing but catharsis After bar tips and a harsh bombardment by the darkness It makes us targets like a partridge in London town and dodging cartridges From huntsmen trying to put you in a meal with a parsnip For their enterprise, warp speed, fly by in a sci-fi starship Tryna beam you up, but they're more like the Borg Can't assimilate me, I eliminate the Threat with the best of the vets, consider my flows as weps Explosives kept disintegrate cubes In a minute they lose cause I innovate new Techniques every sentence I use, let's speak On the rest of these niggas, probably be the best of the pitchers Striking out all the time, throwing no hitters Get it? But capitalism is like "Fuck you. Roll with it." (Hook)
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6:30 03:03
(Verse 1) Before we bid adieu, we’ve got this one left And there is, not a surgeon with a touch this deft So let me, break it down, get my tools, dissect And I can send my message to your brain direct We slang from the condo and bang like the Congo And never give a fuck about a Jane or a John Doe Idolize an image from a privatized prison And make, sure, to never ask, “Why am I living…” “Like this?” “What did I miss?” or “What about the children?” Whole lotta bullshit, it's really hard to relax Love for the green, but not the kind in buddha sacks Death to democracy, long live the plutocrat (Hook) Lecture going on, hands down Moral compass in the lost and found Will the cops let us keep our hands down? Every week on the news, man down Trekking through the dry heat, sand mounds If I see God, I’m praying hands down Hip hop over rap, hands down Till we all lie flat with our hands down (Verse 2) I heard a man got shot He was black, 5'9, and he loved hip hop See the only difference was that he grew up on the block And he had his life ended at a routine stop By some no smiling, profiling ass cops Got acquitted in a minute, all their charges dropped I heard, I heard man got shot He was black, 5'9, and he loved hip hop See the only difference was that he chose to enlist So he couldn't chase the dream of putting flows on a disc Took his helicopter down, the explosion was swift Watch em' keep the war going like he's not even missed (Hook) (Verse 3) I can't say I had a vision or two Tough to trust what you can't see delivering you From life's evils, straight to the canvas and easel Put an amp on the answer to grandiose and regal And that's a statement intended for the most high I was in the basement, rhyming till my throat's dry You don't know you, until you go try That's why I'm hip hop, hip hop is no lie (Hook)
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“Infinite Growth” is an enthralling hip hop odyssey that emphatically marks the debut full length project of intercontinental duo Pete Flux & Parental. As a musical entity, the pair have matured significantly over the course of releasing several singles and an EP. Both emcee and producer have clearly been sharpening their swords to a micron edged blade tip; and this album is the manifestation of both individual and reciprocal artistic development. Parental’s beats paint a rich and varied instrumental landscape; melodic piano and guitar chords generate a serene aura like rippling alpine lakes, while heavy hitting drums stand tall like the jagged peaks of the Pyrenees. The vivid soundscape is then colored by the cascading multisyllabic rhyme schemes of Pete Flux, who deftly switches flows to complement each musical microenvironment.

The gateway to the album is opened on “Counter”, as a rolling guitar, horn stabs, and guest turntablism from Venom usher the listener to pay attention to the skills and messages about to unfold throughout the album. Immediately through “With My Kin”, Pete flashes lyrical dexterity with complex rhyme schemes and cadences to match the beat. No verbal hook needed as Parental drops haunting horns and tumbling piano keys between verses. Totally different territories of sound are explored on “Scaling” and “MDs” as Parental supplies darker beats with muddy drum patterns for Pete Flux and guest emcees Paranom and Epidemic. Pete and Parental again shift into a new realm of hip hop with the cinematic “Revenge Of The Pen” where Pete describes a dark and action packed tale backed by a fittingly vivid beat evolving with the tale. Taking things straight to your heart, Parental’s brother Lex appears on “Feel”, rapping in his native French tongue for a very introspective commentary on modern life. One of the most intriguing beats comes on “Burgermeister” as Parental constructs a jazzy rhythm around a hypnotic pick slide sample. He then completely flips things around to finish the track with a beat built around what sounds like a fly buzzing around, but is actually a sample of the last few seconds of resonance of a note played on a trumpet. “Roll Call” and “What They Need” show the duo shining and entirely at home in their own rendition of jazzy boom bap stylings. To end the album, “6:30” sees Parental again flexing his production creativity through a progressive beat driven by a hypnotic guitar riff.

The twelve tracks within this album contain enough diversity of sound to satisfy any hip hop enthusiast. Pete and Parental pay musical homage to the pioneers of the genre that came before them; but are also carving out an inimitable style of their own.

— Kamir Hiam (The Find Magazine)

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released February 2, 2018

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Executive Producers : Pete Flux & Parental

Written & Performed by: Pete Flux for Pete Flux Music LLC
Produced & Arranged by: Parental for Akromégalie Records
Recorded & Mixed by: Parental at Akromégalie Studio, Paris
Mastered by K-Def (K. Hansford)

Illustration by Alexandre Luu
Design and Layout by Parental
Photography by Hugo Besikian

Venom appears courtesy of Marvel Records
Paranom appears courtesy of Kingz Chamber Mediaum
Epidemic appears courtesy of Mic Theory Records
Lex (de Kalhex) appears courtesy of Akromégalie Records
Debonair P appears courtesy of Gentleman's Relief Records

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