Child​-​Like Penmanship EP

by Cymatic

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This EP was all about showcasing you already have everything you need to make something you can be proud of. Everything was done in a bedroom with a few pieces of software, a midi keyboard, and a microphone. Lessons and free expression.

credits

released May 1, 2017

Dirty Mike: For the amazing feature, and for always being there to inspire, to show me the other side, and to remind me to keep doing me.
Jess Goodeye: For her love, patience, empathy and understanding, and most importantly for keeping everything cool.
All my friends: For being the best people around, and for always having a place at your table for me.
Mom: For being my biggest fan, and the most beautiful soul I know.
Dad: For living how he wanted, and reminding me to do the same.
You: For taking a shot on me and listening to this EP, and for being so unequivocally you.

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Cymatic Whitehorse, Yukon

Independent producer/rhymer. Repping his home inside his chest.

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Track Name: The Code That I Breathe
The Code That I Breathe

I stay entangled with the rush of fluttering words like brush strokes/
Paint the world with rainbows third eyes and halos/
Stay gold break molds I say/ Whatever your path don’t stray/
Stay honed and only stop to play/

Never forget the worlds a a beautiful place/
With playgrounds and forests to remind you to dream away/
Hazy behaviours enslaving the race on the day to day/
I’m staking a space to remain awakened and create/

You can call it art I think it’s more like a heart a part my soul I was given at the start in fact it’s a piece of home/
I carry it between two breast plates two breaths a fresh slate trust myself love myself now I’m feeling fresh great/
What to do with the energy I guess befriend an enemy it only makes sense second chances aren’t expensive see/
Ive been given enough so I give em right back/ I’m not afraid of being used up cause I got vibrations by the stack/

There’s a reason they call me Cymatic speaking frequencies intimately with intricacy not just preaching make believre/
More like make you believe in something deeper than what five senses can seee/General consensus I’m relentless in the pursuit of my dreams/
Pursuing these beats and moving the streets is a movement to me/Speaking with fluidity and making music speak is the code that I breathe/

I truly believe I could live forever in a single sentence/ I’m not chasing a dragon no I think I’m creating heaven/
I’m celebrating life elevating right my bars are harder than your favourite artists you just haven’t seen the light/
I’m on some Buddha Ghandi Jesus Christ I’m not saying I’m your saviour I’m saying my soul is just as bright/
And yours is too unless you forgot that too in that case its not too late to come and change your life in my booth/
Track Name: Broadcasting Lies
Broadcasting Lies

The music that I’m hearing broadcasting across the radio/
It aint made for you and me it’s just made to be sold/
How does it make you feel to know your just a pawn in a deal/
You didn’t even get a say in what they told you was real/

It feels like I’ll never sell a record unless I sell myself short/
So I just tell myself this is better even when accounts say I’m poor/
I’m struggling to make ends meet/
But I’ll be starving on the streets before I sell out my speech/

Living off my parents while I’m two stepping with a dream/
Two breaths before a sentence I inhale then release/
Hope I breathe fire to consume what I see/
So I can give a rebirth into what music was supposed to be/

A message of togetherness ascending theses pencils/
Instead of ghost writers pushing pencils to sell us our own stencils/
We were made to mesmerize and capture a bit of soul/
But now it’s just remember to buy don’t make dreams of your own/

Locking up us freedom fighters breeding all the sheep inside us/
They’re turning up the heat so slow we don’t even realize it/
Only freedom lives inside us I suggest you sit beside it/
Before they’ve got you sold on how you have to go and buy it/

HOOK


They’re broadcasting lies across our radio waves/
They’re just thinking bout their pockets not enriching our days/
They’re trying to turn us thoughtless just by banging 808’s/
Well I’m banging right back from a studio I made/

They’re broadcasting lies across our radio waves/
They’re just thinking bout their pockets not enriching our days/
They’re trying to turn us thoughtless just by banging 808’s/
Well I’m banging right back from a studio I made/

Bridgeish
Quick shout out to CKRW for playing audio garbage attacking my fucking headspace/ Word up

Verse

I’ve seen Mc’s beef on my streets over credibility/
Just attacks no support systems just barking over frequencies/
If you ask me they should equalize and become a team/
But that’s coming from an outsider not picking up beefs shouting for peace/

I’m no fucking saint but I try to practice what I preach/
So if you heard me spitting frees you’ve heard me spitting for unity/
Everybody gets a shot inside the circle/
I don’t discriminate even if your lost in your own world/

Cause I’ve been there another rapper living up to a status quo/
The only thing it showed me was to show respect for those trying to grow/
And escape a vicious system turning us against our rhythm/
I’m coming back like a natural mystic to actualize my vision/

You’ll never hear this played on a fucking radio station/
I’m keeping it too real even when I’m rapping about spaceships/
I think that says lot about the worlds current situation/
Like real thinkers look like aliens in a world growing less patient/

I’m just a broke caucasian waist deep in education/
But I’m drowning from the internet and all it’s misguided information/
Sorting through the lies one advertisement at a time/
I’m realizing it’s the radio that’s fucked my music is fine/



HOOK

They’re broadcasting lies across our radio waves/
They’re just thinking bout their pockets not enriching our days/
They’re trying to turn us thoughtless just by banging 808’s/
Well I’m banging right back from a studio I made/

Art has left me humble while money’s left me hungry/
The radio keeps telling me my music’s not enough to be/
A way to make a living but I’m giving all I got/
To keep on living own a spot and most important make difference/
Track Name: Vibe City
Vibe City

Hook

Welcome to my Vibe City Independent Record makers/
Welcome to my tribe missy weaving time and shooting lasers/
Welcome to my grind willy sitting down and moving faders/
Welcome to my mind silly spitting rhymes and moving haters/

Verse

You wanna find me you can find me in vibe city/
Bus ticket gone just along for the ride see/
Looking for pretty things an angel with both wings/
A man with a code who knows how to sing/

A girl who wants love and can show me with her eyes
Another broken heart who aint afraid to try/
Rust covered robots diamonds on the inside/
Just another flow bot a sign of the times/

Lost with passion a city full of raptors/
Lacking the cash spent time to keep rapping/
Lyrically advancing spiritual handstands/
Love every day for the city understanding/

Vibe City Vibe City Vibe City Bitch
Minds so pretty even when you think it’s sick/
Vibe City Vibe City Vibe City Bitch
Minds so pretty even when you think it’s sick/

Verse 2

City lights and twirling thoughts the deepest eyes and murder plots/
Cursive walls that tell us thoughts of when those dreamers owned those spots /

Vibe city so pretty my city so witty my mind grittier than anything you’ve seen/
A-list playlists earful of favourites bumping to the music that sets me free/

Living my dream like a VIP cause I’m giving my dreams to the VIB’s /
Cmon baby let me see inside this vibe I take the lead/

Hook

Welcome to my Vibe City Independent Record makers/
Welcome to my tribe missy weaving time and shooting lasers/
Welcome to my grind willy sitting down and moving faders/
Welcome to my mind silly spitting rhymes and moving haters/

Verse

Quick bit of bliss like a needle to the vein/
Strange things done like a writer when he takes/
Another dose of ink or a couple more key strokes/
High in vibe city man this place aint a joke/

Lonely emotions dog without a bone/
Tribes and survivors from broken homes/
Ladies made of stardust and hollowed out souls/
Men who hate everything who follow them home/

A city made of thoughts cant be found on the map/
But I see it every day that’s why I understand/
This is vibe city bitch this is vibe city

Vibe city my city your city too
Minds pretty like mine I would say too
Vibe city my city your city too
Minds pretty like mine I would say too

Hook

Welcome to my Vibe City Independent Record makers/
Welcome to my tribe missy weaving time and shooting lasers/
Welcome to my grind willy sitting down and moving faders/
Welcome to my mind silly spitting rhymes and moving haters/

Verse 4

Trying to be divine in the piece of the pie/
Caterpillar meta-morph to fly butterfly/
Find me in the sky or a city full of vibes/
We were given wings so I guess it’s time/

A universe lives deep inside your mind it’s your design it’s the final prize/
Your a fantasy that’s come to life so don’t sit back and let them decide/

Don’t sit sea side to your city/
Listen to your vibes mister their pretty/
Pretty great figure eights so what cha figure mate?/
I’m loving my city aint up for debate/

Vibe City Vibe City Vibe City Bitch
Minds so pretty even when you think it’s sick/
Vibe City Vibe City Vibe City Bitch
Minds so pretty even when you think it’s sick/

Moving on forward and pressing record/
Vibe city imagery these are our shores/
Welcome to the mind-state of finding highways/
Learn to defy and define our own ways/

Learn to provide show the best of the inside/
Learn to pay mind so you give em all wide eyes/
Wide eyed spectrum give em lessons/
Your the wisdom and the message/

Vibe city my city your city too
Minds pretty like mine I would say too
Vibe city my city your city too
Minds pretty like mine I would say too
Track Name: Child-Like
Child-Like

These sounds I make are medicine, they’re barricades and weapons man/
Rocket ships of penmanship up to the stars and back again/
Touch the ground and hold the sound inside my ears I let it in/
Let me dream of hyper beams and simplified ascendence man/

Sending out the signal waiting for my tribe to come alive/
Inventing my own style so I’m easy to identify/
Hear me from the other side of cyphers filled with shouting cries/
Looking like a hipster spitting whispers of another time/

Backwards snapbacks bearded like a dragon tagging ray guns/
Posted up at shows and stuff to show em up and show some love/
Throw some hugs that knock em back and make em think they aint so tough/
Hold it down like solo cups I’m punching up than flipping some/

Sixteens like gats I pack em let em ratatat like missiles man/
I’m shooting at the stars again to send a signal to my friends/
That words just aren’t enough sometimes to tell you what’s all on my mind so I just let the music move so you can hear the sounds of life/

HOOK Scratch?

Words just aren’t enough sometimes to tell you what’s all on my mind so I just let the music move so you can hear the sound of life/
Broadcasting live from outer space a pale blue dot a cosmic stage allowing me to dream and play with tools of man like time and waves/

It don’t take much to stay in touch with what you really need in life/
A couple friends a quiet space a love to keep you up all night/
And I don’t mean some flesh to touch I’m talking bout a hobby like/
Something you would do if there was only you on earth to vibe/

My penmanship is less aggressive more or less less popular/
I guess it’s good I’m not concerned with what they say is selling first/
More concerned with why it’s selling what it means for all these words/
That should be used for exploration of our inner work/

So rebellious soul can bellow but I’m trying to be the change/
This information comes full circle ready to initiate/
But words just aren’t enough sometimes to tell you what’s all on my mind
So I just let the music move so you can hear the sounds of life/

HOOK SCRATCH?

Heaven on earth to me its a sentence a verse/
Creative spaces states that turn ascension to birth/
Rebirth and reinvention true contestants and professors/
Confessing that it’s better when the times are changing let em/

If holding on is hurting let it go it ain’t deserving you/
Simple things we learn as kids till we grow up and change the truth/
We changed the tune but not the song and now nothing is fitting right/
And I’ll be damned if I’ll sit back and this flame extinguish like/

The hope for better days that tends to float away with age/
The goals we throw away when things don’t seem to go our way/
The dreams that crack and fade away the backs we break to make em stay and everything that’s in between the things that we dont say/

Guess I’m just a kid at heart I like to play and be a part of something bigger than my art hope it’s enough at least a start/
Cause words just aren’t enough sometimes to tell you what’s all on my mind
So I just let the music move so you can hear the sounds of life/
Track Name: Penmanship Ft. Dirty Mike
Penmanship Ft. Dirty Mike

If I can be honest I just wanna be the best one of the fastest spitters you ever heard to do it independent/
Only child syndrome and I guess I’m schizophrenic I got it from a drug addiction best believe it that I miss it/
Wanna make a fat stack so I can leave this all behind/ Spend my days away from work its killing me inside/
It’s like wearing a mask/ It’s like the facing the facts/

Most people work till they day they die/ Average person don’t learn to fly/
I’ll be damned if I dont go and try/ To make a bit of music and touch the sky/
If I pour my heart and soul in every single bar can I expect to see a cheque or is it just a way to vent/
Can I use the music as a way to prove that I deserve a little more respect and a couple more cents/

I don’t need a lotta money I just want enough/ Enough to help my family enough to fill my gut/
And not have to work like a slave to the man/ But I think I ‘d rather starve than have to walk with the pack/
All these rappers talk about is how they fucking kill it/ Probably never killed a thing I’m sure their beats are no different/
Probably stare at me with a two faced opinion talk behind my back cause they don’t like the competition/

Whys everybody gotta go and talk the same/ Are we trying to wake the people or are we trying to buy slaves/
Buy the people with our speech and sell our products with flame emojis this is heat/
Some days I feel ashamed to even try and be a part of this/ Cause everybody raps and wants to be another star of it/
I know I’m different than the rest of em/ So fuck it Imma make my art until I finally get the best of them/

Hook

Imma make my art until I get the best of them/
Imma leave my mark like a boot print on the chest of them/
Imma do it different while the industry is testing them/
Imma make my art until I get the best of them/


Verse 2

If I can be honest I just wanna be the best one of the greatest artists you never knew who loved to self express/
My music aint a product but its made to walk amongst the rest of what they selling to theses kids while calling it the best/
I don’t need to fit in I’m finning to win it definitive rhythms I’m one of the fittest I know I’m the shit/
My flow is my limit I know it’s infinite my soul aint diminished I’m true to my vision its as dope as it gets/

People got a problem when you start popping off/ Jealousy and trash talk manifests a lot/
They don’t answer calls and they never wanna chill/ So I say fuck em all and I work on my skills/
And when I see them in a cypher they don’t like it when I rhyme/ So they band together three on one I think it’s fine/
Band together with your crew and tell me what you do/ Cause either way I’m doing me with everything to prove/

Cut throat in the booth one jump to the moon/ Crash land back on earth just to make some room/
Watch everybody scatter when I’m landing all that matters is impacting on the baddest of the raps that I can manage/
Never needed a plan I never needed some fans but now I’m starting to feel like I need em real bad/
I need some help to rise my way to the top/ So I can bring you with me share it all before I drop/

Best believe that I’l remember if you show me love/ Best believe that I’ll remember if you never gave a fuck/
Never forget it I’m coming to get it I’m coming relentless I’m coming with revenge if I think your a dead end/
I’ve left more in the past for less like an ex who I vexed when it wasn’t more than sex/
I’m here to be the best and it’s no contest/ You think I’ve got an ego well I think I’ve got breath/

Verse 3

If I can be honest I just wanna be the best one of the kids who repped his city with every bar and every breath/
Stepping to the plate with every set I’m prepping to amaze/ That’s why it takes so long for me to step into the place/
But when you see me repping the redirect you respect the weapon that I’m sending to the heavens I’m defending this/
Effortless presence evanescence is the message better get it together learn how to recognize the penmanship/

Now I spread a message of independence while trying to stay connected with my brethren reminding them they’re heaven sent/
Still venting with my ventricles and following my metronome and banging with a better flow than just a couple months ago/
Improving with the music and I practice self improvement working through the moods to make a tune depicting why I do it/
Put my ego on it’s back and than I screw it to the past than I shoot it with these facts to let it rise from the ash/

Extra terrestrial from follicle to testicles/ Messing with the decibels my levels are incredible/
A level up above the levels you consider levelled up I’m centred with the devils while you praying for some luck/
If your keeping tabs than you know I love to rap/ If you missing all the facts than you know I’ll have to ask/
Why’d you even listen when you know I’m all about the most confusing ways to say I’m not a member of the pack/

Everybody wants to be a rapper let me ask you why/ Do you truly love the craft or do you wanna shine/
Are you leading me to light or are you leading me to buy/ Another piece of music only made to help me pass the time/
Cause I’ve got things to do/ Cause I’ve got things to prove/
I’ve gotta lost of room inside my chest but for you I don’t have another fucking breath and thats the truth/

Dirty Mike

i’mma stay up kick it on the late night with them cliches kicked to curb
camo on and i’m paranoid that i’m misplaced in the verse
deeper, deeper, how deep can we go
better tear them veins out from my skin and let the red gush in my flow
if it ain’t from the heart where’d you get that?
better keep your receipt and refund that
i’m a wild one when i’m on the noise
better cut the verse, motherfuck the voice
this goes further than the words, bitch be warned
in the manic ward ‘fore i cut the cord
i’m just ready to split in half with this
i’m just ready to come for your cap with this
you ain’t minin shafts wit yo raps
then you might as well stay back
cause if i write that down i’mma live by that
i’mma ride these hats till i die by that,
this ain’t freeze tag rap, this ain’t games to play
this my life bein etched and the pain displayed
when the paint gon dry on a sixteen
hung on the wall lookin pristine
that’s signed by you and definin you
for all of time existing
so watch
out
Track Name: He-Art (Wildlight Remix)
He-Art

He was a walker of thoughts a talker amongst the lost/
A forgotten apostle dreaming of impossible plots/
Improbable prodigy young blood dreaming light beams/
Star gazer of sacred shapes and women in tight jeans/

He believed in fantasy and extra terrestrials/
They said they were worried he said don’t worry its only a merry go/
But on the inside he was becoming scared of his dreams/
No support system outside of his own brain that would ever believe/

And so he spoke in alien coded speech/
Broken to most but to a few it sounded like a soul flow unique/
Believe me he would seek acceptance except he started feeling like an exception so he put faith in his messages his essence/

Was buried beneath an ego that was dying a slow death/
He began putting bait deep in his lines so the crows would come peck/
Leave a hole in his crown where his soul could breathe/
In a summary of blood he still hoped she would be a part of his freedoms he still believes them/

HOOK

Verse 2

She moved like sound waves she was a song you could die to/
Like an original Van Gogh painting intimidating and lied to/
With a mind brighter than her eyes moth men flew to than died too/
All for a chance to be sketched in her book of fine views/

Some said she had screws loose that she was lost to the moon juice/
A foolish girl penning dreams and stories with powers to move you/
With rivers for veins and misplayed heartstrings she made art sing/
Louder than lost souls she plucked and sent downstream/

Spirit and body hotter than tamales she wasn’t afraid of nets/
She had simple strong loves but she seemed to be afraid of nests/
So she would move with the grace of an angel with a limp/
When any monster would come across her path she’d offer them a lift/

The warmest dandelion wisp to ever touch his lips/
She’s a rider of the wind and a writer on the midst side winder in the mist/
He said he only had himself she said she only had her art/
Neither of them knew together they had the chance at a heart/