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Flowstate

by Rhymewave

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1.
Flowstate 04:20
Why’s it always been so complicated tapping into true self? Because I’m trying to put a notch up in my belt. I’m trying to find what’s lost and never getting help, when I should probably find another way to play the hand I’m dealt. He really handles panic well. A manic sort of attitude that manages the health. Got some bandages. Unanimously representing cannabis. And handing it around the places that these people dwell. I’m not trying to sell myself. I’d rather drink from other wells. I’d rather just pretend I fell, and turn it into something else. Break away protective shells. The protege was once compelled but now he’s doing something else. Here comes a sudden case of ‘This is why you undersell’ Left to wonder all my blunders as the thunder swells. Wrote that on a park bench. Wrote this from the current zone I happen to be parked in. Got a guardian compartment and a marginal aversion to the certain sort of ornamental nature we’re immersed in. So what are we immersed in? And what are we compelled to do to find the missing person. What’s the step that wasn’t taken to reverse the curse. Always known it, always knew it, and forget that shit on purpose. Return unwanted purchases. Convince yourself it’s worth it, without turning every idol into something that is worshiped. Feel like I’ve barely scraped the surface. Feeling like I need a better way that I can word it. What we’ve created is manufactured tribalism. My positions getting told that I should mind my business. My condition isn’t something doctors claim to fix. Debated with the greatest mix of thumb tacks and paper clips. Cicadas chirping and I love it like potato chips. Complacency is dangerous, and I don’t think you’ve made a blip. The latency is dangerous and everything you’ve played has skipped. You’ve always had the agency, just don’t know what to make of it. Wrote that after soaking in a float tank. Wrote this after veggie tacos at my home base. So colloquial and emotional. The flow is dank. I caught it at a moments notice this time, cuz I know the prank. Wrote that on a park bench. Wrote this from the current zone I happen to be parked in. Got a guardian compartment and a marginal aversion to the certain sort of ornamental nature we’re immersed in. So what are we immersed in? And what are we compelled to do to find the missing person. What’s the step that wasn’t taken to reverse the curse. Always known it, always knew it, and forget that shit on purpose.
2.
Geronimo 04:32
There’s never better times than now. Keep on trying to find that wow. Sing it from the mountaintops loud. They’re never gonna steal our sound. Never gonna steal it cuz my instrument is vocal cords, And even if the grid went down, my music wouldn’t close the door. Could have chose a different sound, but knew this one would open more, minds into thinking and creating our own folklore. Gotta grow more in line with the common man. Too many lives serving time for that contraband. And they can try to break us down, but yo, we gotta plan. Once they took my drum, I started banging pots and pans. Can’t nobody take the sound unless they take my life. Maybe if you come around you’ll stumble on the same advice. Somehow these words seem to make it right. Vocabulary is apparently the way to fight. Started writing soon as I could hold pens. Made friends with the page, initiated on the quest. I made amends with the laziness. I won’t fuck up again. Extended out the radius. The craziness depends. A maniac amended with that brainiac convention. Spendin’ rainy days stressing about a past life regression. Then you realize you’re living in the present. And sitting in the presence of a brilliant connection. A million dimensions of auxiliary concessions. Building up collections that are really some obsession. Now I’m mentioning these words because I’m trying to turn the frowns upside down. And be the clown who’s entertaining town to town. There’s never better times than now. Keep on trying to find that wow. Sing it from the mountaintops loud. They’re never gonna steal our sound. Never gonna steal it, never pry it from my fingertips. Cuz once you’ve really found it, this existence can be synchronous. This existence can be infinite. Searching for a thread, but I could only find a filament. Felt that tug upon my line, I better real it in. Found that love within the vine so I could heal within. Steady run up in these times until I feel it stick. Wrote these motherfucking rhymes so I could deal with it. Or did I write the rhyme so I could try to be the kid, That nobody expected on the big stage rappin. I remember when it happened. I was smokin’ out back, then came inside and listened to my first Atmosphere track, I’m a passerby reacting to a pantomime, acting like its randomized what you will be abandoned by. We can atomize the layers that we’ve stratified, I’ll show you what I’ve strategized if you can help me analyze. Now I’m finding where the pattern lies, and it’s a place, constructed by collective consciousness within the hyperspace. Now I’m finding where we’re getting stuck within the flow. Thought my thoughts were independent, but I didn’t know. Before we automate everything upon the globe, we need a common place to try and reach some common goals. We need a modern take on tipping over dominos. I’m jumping down the hole and calling out, “Geronimo!” “Geronimo!” Geronimo was a medicine man. There’s never better times than now. Keep on trying to find that wow. Sing it from the mountaintops loud. They’re never gonna steal our sound.
3.
Roses 04:33
Change the heart. Look around. Make a mark. A good amount. We can start with pseudonyms to see if we can play the part. Felt a hooligan but did it with amazing spark. Zoomin’ in, I knew for days it was a false alarm. Felt a shaded seat upon the magic carpet ride. Never knew that bravery could be so fucking hard to find. It’s insane how we’re degraded what’s a part of us. Departing with the martians, we’re about the turn the stars to dust. We’re about to make it hard enough. But still accessible to anyone who wanders up. It all started in the heart with love. Then evolved into the point where we could ponder stuff. Just sign em up. Just line em up. Just ride the cusp and light it up like dynamite. I just rhyme this stuff. Developed kinds of trust, that seem to find us in the middle of the darkest night. In the middle of the steepest climb, had to take a breath. Just reflect and find a piece of mind. In the middle of the steepest climb, had to take a breath and just reflect. Trying to find the light. Trying to hit the mark. Trying to find the might to go and rip this shit apart. Trying to grab a bite to eat and chill out in the park. Trying to get some decent sleep before I swim with sharks. I’m here to make some fair complaints, and man I got a fix. I’m here to be aware today and make the best of this. I’m here to try and learn from every single shot I’ve missed. I’m here to keep on climbing till I hit the precipice. I’ve got the recipe to be the best emcee. I’ve got the pedigree and all the best connections. See, I’ve got the remedies to level out the energy. I’ve got incredibly familiar with my enemies. I’ve got some vices that I cannot get away from yet. I’ve paid the price for every single time I made a mess. I’ve reaped the benefits for every single risk I take. In this life I know I must embrace the present state. In the middle of the steepest climb, had to take a breath. Just reflect and find a piece of mind. In the middle of the steepest climb, had to take a breath and just reflect. In the middle of the steepest climb, had to take a breath. Just reflect and find a piece of mind. In the middle of a bumpy flight, had to hit eject and hope the best for all the things he’d write. At the end of every marathon, he’s figured out a way to reconcile every paradox. At the end of every episode, he’s feeling less a man and more a soul inside a vesicle. At the end of every single day, he would perform a ritual and try to wash his sins away. At the end of every single song, he never really finished, just abandoned what was stung along. At the end of every single day, he would perform a ritual and try to wash his sins away. At the end of every single song, he never really finished, just abandoned what was stung along.
4.
Lay Low 03:46
I feel it under my feet as I walk on the pavement. A disconnect with the ways of the natives. What was sacred is not being wasted. The human race must retrace the basics. Reweave the tapestry. Envisioning a fantasy, Where everybody lends a helping hand when there’s a tragedy. Time is relative depending on perspective. There’s a balance holding everything together oh so delicate. Now it’s oh so relevant. Feel it in my bones as it races through my skeleton. Help the cold flow let him in. Know that I’m about to do it for the hell of it. Aim high and try to lay low. Oh, you been there? Why didn’t you say so? So we swing within the motions. Naturally adapted to a life outside the ocean. Now we’re playing with explosives. And sugar coating everything to get the pockets loaded. Tell me, what’s the motive? And what’s the purpose of emotions if we hold ‘em in. What’s the worst thing we could find if we should open it? Never showing anyone the way we cope within. Aim high and try to lay low. Oh, you been there? Why didn’t you say so? Pardon me but I’m about to make it personal. Straighten out the dizziness. Alleviate the vertigo. With surgical precision we’re about to build it vertical, and show the horizontal that we like to keep it versatile. Took the roundabout and swerved through the colony. Finding out about emerging technologies. I felt so down and out, but now you guys can count on me. To climb atop this mountain. Be the person that I’m proud to be. My mission: Recovering the lost art. Started stuttering. Now constantly the thought’s sparked. I’ll guard the garden with some partitioned watermarks. Didn’t think that I could fall apart until I saw the dark. Didn’t think that I could be complete until I’d seen defeat. Didn’t think that I could give up meat. I did it easily. Plant a seed and watch it blossom out with scenery. Livin’ leisurely and packing up the greenest trees. Aim high and try to lay low. Oh, you been there? Why didn’t you say so?
5.
Dimly Lit 06:04
Back in action with an abstract contraption. With a knapsack that’s fashionably happening to match it. Savages go bat shit crazy with the passion. While everybody else becomes a fundamental Catholic. Can’t imagine it. Radically compacted it. And took the first sacrament of worshiping the asterisk. I’m bad habits with a bag of tricks. Black magic helps him resurrect the catalyst. And cash it in. See, what’s happening with gravity, is starting to assassinate a piece of me. But actually, I managed to amass a small collection of remotes. While I was visiting the castle learned to swim inside the mote. And swiped my laminate. Explained that I could happily. Arrange for anybody to recover from a tragedy. I happened to acquire a couple doses of some fun. And I’ve been fascinated since Lysergic Acid hit my tongue. So what’re they laughing at? Imaginary habitats, With adversary haberdashers lurking in the mezzanine. Yo, I’m an average cat. In fact, I’m just an average rapper. Had enough of city life, So I’m a move to Evergreen. Yo, I’m emphatic act. In fact, I’m just emphatic actor. Seen enough shitty sights. I’m a start a better scene. Yo, I’m an average cat. In fact, I’m just an average rapper. I’m getting back to city life. Learn to cultivate the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. Remove the ball and chain because it ain’t a thing you’ll ever need. Let’s pretend it’s all arranged and you’re the one to set ‘em free. You’re the one to set ‘em free. Garnered power in a way by choosing meaning that’s complete. Farmin’ flowers in the day, and lucid dreaming as I sleep. Taught a coward how to face all of his demons with his feet. And take a shower in the shocking revelation of defeat. This reclamation will eventually succeed. Hesitating at a rebel’s pace is self defeating peace. I’m ‘bout to renovate a destination deep within the trees, And paint a better shade that predicates the wedding day to be. Been from A to Z, and used a pen to slay the beast. So I’m a replicate a feast while they all generate disease. I’d like to engineer a better way to breathe. Without the need of feeling tethered to the doctrines that we preach. To each his own, to leave alone the meaningless emojis. We’re feeding the emotionless and asking for a trophy. Not just beating the opponent. Now we’re cleaning up this moment. Pleading life for something close to beating hearts and cunning prose. And while these vultures circle close I’m navigating on deserted roads. The vertigo got personal, and eventually the word of mouth, Got spread around to distant towns. The missionary missed the boat. The visionary sits and hopes. The shaman has envisioned both. Got some common goals. So let’s hop over obstacles. And pop into these topics like we’ll profit with a pocket full, of possibilities and opportunities. It’s optimal. Democratizing consciousness. We’re ‘bout to make it possible. Learn to cultivate the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. Remove the ball and chain because it ain’t a thing you’ll ever need. Let’s pretend it’s all arranged and you’re the one to set ‘em free. You’re the one to set ‘em free. And take it as it comes when the lesson’s free. Everybody’s got a head to feed. Better pay attention when the message reads: Patience is a virtue of serenity. Serenity! Set my soul free. Get me in the habit so I know I’m spreading peace. Help me see the magic so I always test beliefs. An imagination strong in the extrasensory. …The missionary missed the boat. The visionary sits and hopes. The shaman has envisioned both. Learn to cultivate the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. Remove the ball and chain because it ain’t a thing you’ll ever need. Let’s pretend it’s all arranged and you’re the one to set ‘em free. You’re the one to set ‘em free.

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Flowstate is a calling to create. It is a willingness to get lost in the moment, and a catalyst for the organic evolution of spirit and sound. Rhymewave’s self-produced release is an introspective and deeply personal hip-hop project. Flowstate paints the lyrical landscape of an emcee and producer searching for purpose and relishing in every moment of the transformational quest. Rhymewave traverses the crossroads between the natural and digital realms, unlocking the latent superpowers that allow creativity and love to flourish through vibrations.

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released September 27, 2019

2019 Jumpsuit Records

Featuring:
Kyle Neidig - Flute
Jessica Bahl - Vocals

Recorded at BVG Studio in Portland, OR
Mixed and Mastered by Joe Robak
Cover by Riley O Art

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