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Traveling Thought

by Pete Flux & Parental

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1.
[Scratched:] This is the scientific extra-prolific terrific Mystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric [Verse:] I'm a giant ball of energy, messing up your sensory perception With superior depth in memory Didn't have to go to med school at Emory To know that you fools can't fuck up our team chemistry Killing emcees and showing em no empathy You're seeing the team operating at max entropy And we'll continue to do so It's proven that you slow Don't matter who you know Got you coppin' son like David Caruso Expecting all the crazy hate cause my bars radiate We keep going back and forth like a great debate But on the same team shitting on your lame dreams With as many flows as the genome's genes That totals bout twenty thousand Your women, we just aroused em You niggas have just been outdone Our figures more than a thousand You losing so is the outcome We're not the type to be outrun Roadrunner times two on rhyme crews Hip hop hero, you absolute zero Fuck do you tell them niggas that are hellbent? Spitting flows so hot they're measured in Kelvin How do I do it so easy? Channel legends up in heaven, then I repeat Not an ankle in this, wait till I get knee deep Pete Flux and Parental, welcome to the EP [Hook:] Prepare to witness an incredible alliance! We long range and you short like an appliance Why they into us? Probably the defiance I don't know, we ain't Incubus yo, it's just science! It's just science (x2) Prepare to witness an incredible alliance! We long range and you short like an appliance Why they into us? Probably the defiance I don't know, we ain't Incubus yo, it's just science! It's just science (x2) Nigga it's just science
2.
The Calm 04:13
[Verse 1:] Mama said there'll be beats like this So ya boy knock em dead, then I'll rewrite his Tory, get the glory with the green light lit From Kalhex, flow break necks Of people that they've met Not feeble what we rep while killing instrumentals Vocals overseas to Paris and Parental Get the ball rolling, leaving em all open If the beat had a face, the shit would be all swollen My punches come in bunches and I'm eating niggas lunches With the bars made of tungsten cause the shit is just my function Didn't understand? I'll lower the speed Flowing with ease cause I know what you need Positive vibes that'll go with cha weed No need to hold it in, you've been told you can breathe So go and exhale while a nigga set sail Got my rhymes on lock and I haven't set bail [Hook:] Hip hop lives, I coulda sworn! I've been waiting for this since I was born Now my entity is formed And this is the calm before the storm (x2) [Verse 2:] Building from the bottom and no sight of the top But I think that I'm a problem and I might have a shot Of getting to that paper, own my forty acres Inhale the vapors, never feeling greater Sadly not my current situation Deterrents I am facing, watch the burning of my nation Mind blurs on occasion, what I'm burning is amazing I digress, I sigh less with this heart in my chest It's pumping, beat bumping, this shit is what I rep Watch me straighten out the joint just like a tricep Then I move along, another groovy song I'm rookie of the year until I'm proven wrong Careful with my crumbs, live with no regrets My competition's all thumbs like they over text Keep smiling everyday cause I know I'm blessed Proving it's a must to add Flux to your rolodex [Hook] [Bridge:] Make your luck, when times are tough We grind enough, we climbing up (x2) [Verse 3:] Was a jack of all trades, but a master of none In my basketball days I was rapping for fun Now I'm scheming always and I'm passive to some Cause I'm chilling all blazed tryna stack up the funds From the tracks getting made while I battle my lungs And this is not a phase, so I grapple the rungs On the ladder to success, isn't in my clutch yet Bars make you wobble like you listening to dub step Move, while I'm spitting to the rhythm Every time it's fresh when I bless, it's a given I gotta blow up and that's word to my mom For now, let's experience the calm [Hook]
3.
Success 04:21
[Hook:] Don't fail, fail Ain't nobody tryna do that Don't fail, fail Let's continue making moves black Don't fail, fail I guarantee we don't do that Don't fail, fail Hands up in the air for the new cat! [Verse 1:] I flick the switch on, now I've written sick song One crack at bat, I swing and it's gone My raps and tracks are never split long All because the high you'll get from this song Is the inhaled smoke ripped from six bongs All at the same time, a crime I'm this strong Like attractions dudes have for Ms. Wrong And the attitudes of the mainstream About the the avenues used to get to your dreams That we aspire to, with crew on the scene I'm tryna get these words moving, moving My competition want my movement losing But that don't matter cause I'm proving music Is still alive in the genre I'ma spit a single full of double entendres Triple up the money then I'll focus on the commas If rap had a school, I'da graduated honors Rare as a nazi that celebrates Kwanzaa Rare as a Ferrari traded in for a Honda Bonkers, send over a beat and I will conquer When I choose to dip I wanna be missed My eternal sunshine will leave a rapper crying Heard your boy spit, they forgot he exists Erased from the mind with unstoppable hits Bitch! [Hook] [Verse 2:] Kyrie Irving when I be serving Straight out the gate, I'm an ace with the wording Pretty fly state in my twenty five eight My flow is outer space. What's the fate of an earthling? Dunzo. I'm just being frank up front Kinda like a hundo, my bars never run low Me on the beat, NRA at a gun show Analogous, been set my metaphors to gung ho Meaning I'm dedicated Poetry elevated, this murder pre-meditated They heard it then imitated all the ways that I said it I'm killin' em so Parental aided and abetted My cadence and my message got em taking anesthetics Bringing too much pain and my crew sustained Making up all these records in a ruthless game I'm assuming it's the same, I'm prepared for the worst Saw a rapper slain over there in a hearse He was pressured to be something that he wasn't His career is now buried in the dirt And his words still mean nothing Not a cautionary tale, but that is how you fail If you can't see that, you need to learn Braille And feel how the beat bumps, word to Andre 3K Tryna keep lyricism alive down in the A Nigga!
4.
[Verse 1:] Reflecting on my life, I often think about the solitude An only child, now a writer tryna follow through Gotta keep the bars tighter, people tryna follow dude So I'm pulling all nighters, rhymes made to bottle moods Of the populous, small towns, metropolis All down for stopping this manmade apocalypse Steadily approaching, forget the Mayan calendar We need to chop it up like an Iron Chef challenger Cause there's too much heat in the kitchen Economies collapse every time I write a rap It seems, cash is deemed the God of all living So how do people think? "I'm not sharing my shit." Need a paradigm shift from this era's fine gifts Of selfishness and vanity How can it be that selflessness Rarely found under the canopy and helplessness Is what most people feel? Someone tell me what's the deal, we're all disconnected If it doesn't matter then it's probably respected Check it, and let cha head nod to the record Right here in ya ear, if this world you wanna leave For a second, left it and came back refreshed Don't forget it, that's the method for coping with the mess The problems of the world are so intricate And like you, I'm just tryna make some sense of it [Hook:] The world is a lonely place But I'm right here wit cha, right here wit cha I learn from my own mistakes So I'm right here wit cha, right here wit cha In the deserts and the frozen lakes Yea I'm right there wit cha, right there wit cha Can't calm the nerves or you couldn't find the words? Let me paint that picture, paint that picture [Verse 2:] My prior hustle was contingent on a work ethic Stacking chips, taking yours wasn't worth repping Preying on the weak, wolf slaying on the sheep Every, day of the week with fourteen hour grinds Of course was tryna shine, in boxer shorts confined In isolation more than Kobe and Wade combined The end result was a moderate gain Not the opulent range that was the popular aim Of the deep competition, playing the cards dealt Crashing hard on the felt, forced into submission Often the tale told of numerous failed pros It's a dirty game like mining for shale gas My most money hungry, appetite it fell fast Hard to digest if you're swallowing stale cash So the players throw it up, continue the roll of luck And stay content with the fact that they'll never know enough Mannnnnnn, I feel in touch with all the loneliness I've been blessed so I feel at least I owe you this A little piece of me for those receiving peaceably I know luck is never distributed equally But I'm here and so are you It appears there's nothing new The problems of the world are so intricate And like you, I'm just tryna make some sense of it [Hook] x2
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6.
[Verse 1:] It was all so simple What did I get myself into? Writing all these poems, thought nobody would take notice Now they're saying to keep going and to maintain the focus Beats so lovely, mind so trusty When given time to operate, please don't rush me Commandeer a style to engineer a smile On your face, replace all the sadness for awhile If you're down, if not then you're in a better state Than you were before, this is at the core Of why I make this music, not to get a new whip Hey Jonnae, yo tell em why we do this [Chorus:] We put our soul in this But will they ever know? I guess that time will surely tell It is our goal to lift Your spirits sevenfold A minor respite from this hell [Verse 2:] I'm flying out to Paris as I pen this jam With a new Macbook and a HD cam Corder, the sorta rapper that invests in the plan When blessed with the grands to make a move and build with the fam As chill as I am, I'm so hype to kill it Worldwide flow, where all types can feel it So we take the time to do this right Get the youtube views with a few dislikes Cause there's always a hater so I'm calling in a favor From my hip hop heads to support our given nature Rhythmic and eloquent, mystic but heaven sent Wise and living long in the sun like elephants [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I took a leap of faith that some would dig the verses Wanna be a great and rap for bigger purses If we increase the stakes there is a greater purpose The money and the fame is nothing if you're feeling worthless Feel the tide rising, seconds from skydiving Is how I would equate this foray into high rhyming Not a guy signing, I'm the high flying Bruce Wayne when he's walking through applied science Looking for the newest stock, Parental playing Lucius Fox In this game, the best players always get the fewest shots This has to reverse along with thinking me first So I'm exercising my right to be heard [Bridge:] Gentle grooves They soothe your blues How can we lose? It's not what we choose [Chorus]
7.
[Verse 1:] Somewhat of a neophyte, make you niggas see the light Cause I spit that real life, competition stunting Don’t let me even see a mic a night I got my breathing right I’m always eating right when I’m competition hunting You calling me a purist? I’m calling you a tourist That don’t belong here, even if your song clear My flow is the surest, yours considered porous Bars had a shortage, and fell in the wrong ears Mine, nigga I can’t listen to the garbage Calling people haters when your shit is just the farthest From dope, doesn’t matter if you have ten cars and a boat And a model getting lathered with a bar of a soap Purchased from a store that a nigga can’t approach Who the fuck cares? You can’t even hit snares So many styles, I got ya crew swarmed up Corny niggas I’m just getting warmed up [Scratches] [Verse 2:] Started in 06', ever since been focused Parental with his prints all over an opus Le Makizar and Lex in ya deck is so sick Put it all together and the opposition’s hopeless Composition dopest in the French dialect No weak links in the entire set So me thinks that an empire’s next Cause Parental got the beats that’ll inspire vets Yep. Middle fingers to the jealous You fellas need to sit your ass down like a cellist They tried to unite, people weren’t on board Continued to write, always searching for more Haters are trife, cause their vision is poor The way of this life, time to settle the score He sent over beats, now they’re getting torn up Parental he just getting warmed up [Scratches] [Verse 3:] Rose from my bed, the words followed after Asked my nigga Will if the bars were a laugher He was like, “Nah nigga that shit’s ill. I’ma let my homie Tommy hear you spit for real.” I got a couple beats, crafted the lyrics Told em I was done, he was asking to hear it Heard me kick a rap, on the spot made a pact We would post a bundle of some wonderful tracks We’re doing just that, offshoot was an email Short, to the point, with very little detail Guess who it was? He said the flow was crazy Rob-O, Grap Luva who he worked with lately I was like “Damn, that’s kind of a big deal.” Ever since, been working and keeping it even keel Fans say the beats and the bars are tough To our style, I think they’re warming up
8.

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The transatlantic collaboration between emcee Pete Flux and producer Parental has taken their music to a new level on their first full EP Traveling Thought. Right from the get go, the twinkling keys and adamantine kick drums on the opening track Science set the tone for a strong 90s boom bap throwback experience.
While the sonic stylings are most reminiscent of hip hop's golden era, the beats and raps never sound remotely dated. Parental's production edges more towards pristine cleanliness than guttural grime, yet he maintains raw 90s flavour through the timbre and layering of jazzy samples. As for the rhymes, Pete Flux flows over the instrumentals like a cloud front over mountains. Flux artfully juggles cadences to match and accentuate the rhythmic patterns of Parental's beats on top of dropping countless quotables that get stuck in your head for days.
Dope from the first listen, the EP only gets better with replay as the cleverness of the lyricism and the depth of the instrumentals sinks in. Warming Up is an infectiously catchy stand out track with Pete Flux on a particularly dextrous verbal attack over sublime drums juxtaposed with a reverberating guitar sample. A real sense of honesty and passion is felt throughout the project, perhaps exemplified most with True To Your Art featuring Kalhex. A direct ode to the art of music, Le Makizar and Lex join Pete Flux to bless the mic en français, reaching deep into their souls to portray their personal perspectives on hip hop.
Closing out the record is Illness, featuring Rob-O of the legendary InI, a cut that wouldn't sound out of place if it was released in '95. Sleeping on this duo is strictly forbidden, so ingest mad stimulants, keep this EP on the turntable, and look out for the next chapter of the lethal connection.

— Kamir Hiam (The Find Magazine)

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released April 1, 2014

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

Venom appears courtesy of Marvel Records.
Kalhex appears courtesy of Akromégalie Records.
Rob-O appears courtesy of Rhyme Pro Publishing.

Artwork by Parental

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