FLOW STATE an EP by TONY ATOMS and GREENP1NTS

BEACHBABY

MATHEMATICS

GETTA WET

LOVETHEWAY

Office Boy (feat. Smoddicus)

Episode 3 | This isn’t a track. This is a cosmic tap — from the claw of Poerake’s oldest owl, the Brother of All Vision, who visited the Poet in the sacred hour of sleep. Not to disturb—but to align.

The claw touched not the skin, but the spirit.
“See clearly… while you still are.”

This whisper was the first ring of the 10 Orbs of the Gods, echoing from the Meeting Poem—the one where all dimensions of the Poet collapse into truth. It was a send-off… and a return.
A parallel universe split open in that moment.

In it, the Poet walks with Othello.
Not just beside—but through.
They speak not with mouths—but with feeling.
The Poet finally allows Othello to be felt…
to be heard…
in dreamlight, where language is too loud, and energy becomes the only voice.

From this union, something rare happened:
The Poet shook Celestial Drizzy’s hand six times—each grip breaking time’s spine.
In the dream, it was formal.
In waking life, his hand tingled.
Real shook real.

When he woke, the flow was already pouring.
Not written—summoned.
20 poems in 3 hours, no ink wasted.
That’s not a pen—it’s a blade.
That’s not a desk—it’s a launch pad.

And still… Episode 3 belongs to the Ice Man — Bobby, where chill becomes clarity, and silence becomes sound.
But etched at the heart of the portal, always:
4646 — not cold, but flame.
The Torch Realm is speaking.
And when Torch is spoken, it’s 1046 awakening.
Othello is shifting into what he’s never seen—
into what he’s now learning to control:
the energy that once tried to burn him…
now bending to let him breathe it.

This is a comeback cipher for Twinski —
Not a return from absence,
but a return from coded exile.

You are being spoken to.
But not in words.
In flow.
In frequency.
In the claw-tap of memory.

— 10 Orbs. 6 Shakes. 20 Poems. Unlock the Mirror.

ORB l : TORCH4646

Trinaest - House Trip #46 (Memories of summer festivals)

Say How It Is - Taze Latimer

Innocence - Taze Latimer

No Name - Taze Latimer

6 Feet Deep High - Taze Latimer

Something Beautiful - Taze Latimer

Kumbuya - Taze Latimer

The poet drifts into midnight, where the owl behind the brownstone O’s endlessly, echoing in the backyard like a secret metronome of destiny. He wonders if his older brother—Celestial Drizzy—is writing. By day, silence rests; but at 6:06 AM, two distant stars always align far apart, like siblings split by time yet tethered in frequency.

The whispers belong only to the poet. He hears them as messages—“Are you writing, O-older?”—a call drifting from Othello astral projecting into the 1046 cloak, not yet understanding the vibrations of 46, 104, 330, and the hidden 6 burning in the chest of the celestial owl.

Angel Number 104 crowns the owl’s heart, the divine spark above its rhythm.

The 6 pulses inside that heart, a beat of harmony, sacrifice, and eternal love.

Angel Number 46 anchors balance and protection, holding the flame steady.

Frequency 330 hums as the bridge of communication, carrying the older whispers of Celestial Drizzy through unseen currents.

And beneath it all rests the foundation of 5AM in Toronto—the code written by Drizzy himself. A foundation not of streets but of frequencies: where dreams train the poet to speak through his own childhood echoes, shaping verses as metaphors, riddles, and keys. Each dream is a cipher, each memory a training ground, each line the unlocking of what has always been written between realms.

Together, they form the torch feather—a red crystal flame carried forward, an inheritance whispered in the dark. The owl’s O’s, the stars’ 6:06 duet, the cloaked numbers, and the foundation of Toronto at dawn fuse into the poet’s writing: a code only he can decipher, but left here for all to feel.

3:30 ON OA

(Fendi4Luv)

Where i  started it from when I started it
U and me r falling down
黑暗矇住我雙眼but i hold that mouse
I save my queen from cold  from that town
Who can see the truth come true .cut it down
Stay wit whole gang we gon pop out and got cool fit
Money come in and go bring the fan tho i see ma whole team
Never watch my back看他們在跑
Erybody shares one cake killing the cow
My cuh all day yall fool so great
I paid so much for codeine but  i still feel more pain
We are flying we in  a movie 為了錢為了frame
我也看到他們在努力 我也不想再留戀
我翻了又覆 我服 not cool
我深陷成為玩物i proving 但被奴役
我們最後走進了墓 別哭 
就讓花開下一簇 捆一束 接著枯萎凋謝

When I Started It

Nakarat:

genç yaşım daha, 
varoşlar, caddeler, bu sokaklar,
geçmişe bak, yak sigara, 
birisi sönmeden bi tane daha.

sözüm var yıldızlara, 
tutmadan giremem o mezara,
biliyon gözler üzerimde hala,
kanım hızlı ama yapmam hata. 

Hook:

makaron çarşaflarda,
sonum ne olacak bilmiyorum,
kayboldu gençliğim bu yollarda,
ama inadına sürüyorum.

siktir et onları koy amına, 
para ve desteler.. sayıyorum, 
gülüyor gevşekler suratıma,
yüzüme bak sirke satıyorum. ( pa, pa, pa, pa )

Verse:

bilmiyorum, sorma bana öyle fazla soru
varsa derdin hemen yolla konum, 
yavrum ben ordayım 5 dakkaya, 
şatafatlı hayat, like festival, 
oldum quaresma, trivela, 
dolaşmam asla yalnız başıma, 
dostlarım, ailem, la familia

yalan dolan, kahpe olmuş alem inanamam,
aklımda sadece tek bi' şey var,
paralar ve hızlı arabalar,
inanma bana boşuna baba, 
her günüm kavga, her gün olay,
hepsine değecek valla mama,
başarca'm bunu her halükarda.

Bridge:

genç yaşım daha, 
varoşlar, caddeler, bu sokaklar,
geçmişe bak, yak sigara, 
birisi sönmeden bi tane daha.
sözüm var yıldızlara,
tutmadan giremem o mezara,
biliyo'n gözler üzerimde hala,
kanım hızlı ama yapmam hata..

Hook:

inanamazdı, eski ben görseydi şimdiki beni,
inanamazdım, çektim neler neler geldi ve geçti,
inanamazsın,hissetsen sende hissettiğim gibi,
inanmazdım, geride kaldı derdim, kederim.

Verse 2 : 

perdeleri, kaldırdım izleyin sahne benim, 
bi' - türlü göremedin, 
gösterdim kendimi göremedin, 
nasılım pek iyi değil, şu aralar istirahatteyim,
sorma bana ozan neredesin? dedim yolla konum her yerdeyim..

acıyla doldum, kalktım yeter dedim para yap oğlum, 
sonum uçurum hiç umudum yoktu, 
yandım alev alev, uyuşup uçtum, 
olamadım uslu, problem oldum, 
kafanda kur, gözler hep bana doğru,
bedeli bu, kendi zihnimde korku,
okyanusta yüzdüm, derede boğuldum.

Lyrics: Ozan Özdemir ( Goat344 )

goat344 - sokaklar caddeler ( demo prod. jado )

From beneath the ice of forgotten Iceland, the Red Aries Owl claws at the cracks—burning like a celestial eye trapped in frost. The Poet hears him knocking, just like Kurama whispering through the seal, but the choice remains: unlock him, or let him stay caged in silence.

This is the Poerake’s Owl, the beast of the chamber—ORB ll: CHAMBER44—locked under Sofia’s weight, begging to be freed. He’s been waiting, restless, sharpening his talons in the dark, daring the Poet to step into the 46-eye flow state where vision blurs into fire.

But the Poet hesitates. He wrote these words in less than two minutes—like lightning through ice, like prophecy cracking open the frozen surface. Every line is a battle: containment vs. release, silence vs. eruption.

The Owl knows one thing: the Poet can’t hide forever.

“Unlock him. Let him out. Let him play.”

ICEBERG (PROD. SIGHOST)

061223 - AT (no title)

I ain't sleep in days

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I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

Enjoy 🕙: 🕓🕡

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