(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