Revelstoke

# Revelstoke Riddim (Verse 1) Yo, crack of dawn, boots laced, I’m out the cabin, Mountain fog roll up, I’m snappin’ like it’s automatic. Horizon frozen, canvas loaded, paint my day kinetic, Needle drops, gauge the snow—call it powder poetic. Last night, the heavens whispered inches in my dreams, Wake up to a world where silence amplifies the gleam. Quad chair hummin’, locals nod, this ain’t for the timid— Steep lines, deep spine, hope you brought what’s within it. Lifties blast that ‘let’s go!’—I’m grinning ear to ear, Stoke's contagious, snow contagious, word gets out and they appear. Gloves duct-taped, gogs fogged, heart racing on the rise, Avalanche of thoughts, but I never compromise. Drop-in’s surgical—edges carve my signature, Gravity’s a dealer, Revelstoke’s the furniture. Risk ain’t a factor, I’m living like I’m bulletproof, Switchbacks in my mind, I’m sharper than a wisdom tooth. (Hook) It’s dumping, it’s thumping—heartbeat of the night, Snow hypnotic, chronic—pure alpine delight. Every flake a promise, every run a reverie, Bury me in Revelstoke, let the powder set me free. (Verse 2) Summit’s in my pocket, verticals on my mind, Lines untracked, every fall line is one of a kind. Chatter from the locals, they say it goes "waist-deep", But I’m seeking chest-high, oxygen at half-sleep. No TikTok, no hashtags, just snow that swallows sound, Every yard a rebirth, every face shot profound. Board or twin tips, don’t trip on your ego, This is temple territory, you’re a guest in the steeple. Wrists flick, poles plant, pop and lock through the trees, Dancing on a white stage—choreography with ease. If you blink, you miss it, so keep those eyes pried, Cold smoke in the nostrils, man, you’re barely alive. Send it off pillows, pillows like a daydream, Gravity’s your anchor, but you’re floating in the same stream. Speed blur, vision stir, time in slow motion, Drop the mic at the base, then ride that emotion. (Hook) It’s dumping, it’s thumping—heartbeat of the night, Snow hypnotic, chronic—pure alpine delight. Every flake a promise, every run a reverie, Bury me in Revelstoke, let the powder set me free. (Bridge) Gnar whispers, legends echo through the spruce, Old timers know it—this mountain’s no recluse. Every inch a history, every run a myth, If you want the Stoked Life, you gotta plead the fifth. No confessions, just obsessions with the white gold, Forecast’s a prophecy, tales of the cold. I’ve seen it all, from dusk till dawn’s blue, No lift line can hold me, I always break through. (Verse 3) Pushin’ through the back bowls, silence like a symphony, Every turn’s a brushstroke, I’m painting my epiphany. Locals laugh, “bet you can’t find the bottom,” Challenge accepted, I’m lost and that’s the motto. Last run, last sun, yeah, I’ll chase it to the dark, Headlamp on, shadow-long, mountain leaves its mark. Shiver in my bones, but my spirit stays stoked, Revel is the word, and I never misspoke. Call up the crew, it’s a powder day decree, Text reads, “It’s deep”—man, they already knew me. Wings on my feet, I’m an angel in disguise, Droppin’ double black halos through the north country skies. When it’s nuking, I’m moving, can’t sit on the fence, I live for this feeling; adrenaline’s my recompense. So dial up the weather gods, let ‘em know I’m awake— If Revelstoke’s the novel, I’m the pen that they break. (Hook/Outro) It’s dumping, it’s thumping—heartbeat of the night, Snow hypnotic, chronic—pure alpine delight. Every flake a promise, every run a reverie, Bury me in Revelstoke, let the powder set me free. # (Outro: Whispered) It’s not just a place, it’s a state of mind, If you know, you know—leave the world behind. Revelstoke, I’m home—let the white light blind.