I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell

Nas - It Aint Hard To Tell (Loop Skywalker Remix)

Eternal Dreams (Instrumentals)

Boomin' (Instrumental)

STREAMING

Devaloop & Ryler Smith - 08 - Boomin' (Instrumental)

Executive Producers : Pete Flux & Parental

Written & Performed by Pete Flux
Publishing : Pete Flux Music LLC
Produced, Arranged & Mixed by Parental at Akromégalie Studio, Paris
Mastered by Sven Friederichs

Artwork by RVB

▸ Lyrics : https://bit.ly/3747i20

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Global Scope

Drip Dry

Window For Grown

it all starts with a click
gasoline ingestion to balance my condition
this shit refines my intuition
three steps back, then dive into collision

it goes on with a beep
this producer, once a consumer,  crafts with technology
combined with handwriting,  ancient technique
rise against those who claim superiority 

I'll let the whole world debate while I innovate
but stop posting every meal you ate (wake up mate)
Who judges what's art? Oh Lord, I fall apart
Corporations teaching us how it should be done
You empowered us too much, now we are gone

They try to guard their throne
so all their money ain't gone
I try to match my thoughts to some beats
and I’ll be glad when it clicks and hits

Better be ready, every minute we duplicate
Wait, who’s that? It’s DJ Culebers launching his attack
Making your awarded tunes sound whack
got the Crowd talking.... bring him back!

Better be ready, every minute we duplicate
Wait, who’s that? It’s DJ Culebers launching his attack
Making your awarded tunes sound whack
got the Crowd talking.... bring him back!

Unexpected DJ turned out to be the best, doesn’t matter anymore, 
East or west, no latitude is safe from my quest
Wanna feel good? Be my guest
Writing history with words from my chest

Involve powerful lawyers
Cover them with gold so they join your side
But when they get caught in my tide
They’ll feel they are all wrong and switch sides

Better be ready, every minute we duplicate
Wait, who’s that? It’s DJ Culebers launching his attack
Making your awarded tunes sound whack
got the Crowd talking.... bring him back!

Better be ready, every minute we duplicate
Wait, who’s that? It’s DJ Culebers launching his attack
Making your awarded tunes sound whack
got the Crowd talking.... bring him back!

It’s not about you and me, it’s way bigger
This is about the beat, a force you can’t trick
So leave me alone, feel free to move your feet
Unlike you, I am charging no fee

Unleashed AI’s full force to show what I’m capable of
Not asking for your respect, just telling you what’s next
Speeding in the fast lane, step aside so you don’t get hurt
Sit back, open your mind and relax, or I’ll knock you off track
It’s about time we solve this mess—yes!

Better be ready, every minute we duplicate
Wait, who’s that? It’s DJ Culebers launching his attack
Making your awarded tunes sound whack
got the Crowd talking.... bring him back!

Better be ready, every minute we duplicate
Wait, who’s that? It’s DJ Culebers launching his attack
Making your awarded tunes sound whack
got the Crowd talking.... bring him back!


Better be ready

ON HER WAY(FREESTYLE)

[Verse 1]
Here lies a soldier.
But today he won’t be spoken of
as a servant, merchant, nor mercenary,
but merchandise,
for his life is now in the hands of the Lord,
like so many jewels used to fuel the feuds of fools.
How ironic men would honor these tools
With the weapons they use for warfare
HALF LEFT FACE!
Detail turns at pointed pace,
READY!
Rifles raise to air,
AIM!
All at the same time,
FIRE!

[Verse 2]
First volley,
his mother blinks,
taking her eyes off the coffin encasing his body
for the first time,
and in her mind rewinds the clock
to those first moments of morning sickness.
To the first time she witnessed his eyes
steering back at hers with fear, comfort, and wonder
READY!
Her vision blurred by tears denying to be refrained
AIM!
Pain propelled by memories of late night talks over board games
And all the forgotten names of the girls he brought home.
He was her blood;
Her bone.
The closest thing to a clone known to man
And it hurts to bury your own in the ground
With the sound of rifled rounds for a choir
Setting your soul on…..
FIRE!

[Verse 3]
Second volley,
Wife sobs calmly,
unlike the day he told her
“I’m being shipped.”
And the fit she threw once she knew
this war had claimed her husband.
She loved him from first sight to last kiss
and the in between details of a marriage
that ended with a video message,
and her attempting to kiss his glass lips
“I miss….
READY!
….you….
AIM!
….so much
I can taste your essence
On my tongue
And the lack of your scent in this air
burns my lungs like….
FIRE!

[Verse 4]
Final volley sounds,
And little boy stands with eyes cast down.
No tears, or snotty nose,
Just a rose
to be dropped
on a closed casket.
His first memories of pain
Will be of his father’s passing,
After laughing just three months ago
And watching him from the bedroom window,
waving,
like the smoke from those rifles
in the brisk wind of this cold winter’s day,
Goodbye.




21 Gun Salute (Fire).mp3

Loop Skywalker - New Years Eve

Full Album:
Bandcamp: https://bit.ly/2qPDmBJ
Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2OePZxX

Video:
https://youtu.be/dH5dzzcp-A0