Flowstate from Flowstate by Rhymewave

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.

• Conscious Hip-Hop
• Experimental Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Progressive
• Psychedelic
• underground hip hop