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1. The City

birth the best when my pen mates with the paper
and im all over the city

my name is micl im so fat
about to go into labor hit the doctor on his pager
flow resembles freshness its obvious im a parent to the flavor
birth the best when my pen mates with the paper
and im all over the cityscape see me getting up
youre style is recycled empty and getting crushed
yo im not a gangsta i dont hold weapons but
ill put a red dot on you like a can of 7 up
perfecting syllables til my perception is 100
see me up on top of my game like a mountain yours is crumbling
deprivation produced determination then recorded in a basement
brought to life through CDS, stereos and stages
im micl i rock more than lil wayne clones in hipster clothes
gangsters used to diss backpackers now all rappers switched their flows
everybody going nowhere with no taste
my shoe styles so worn out cuz ive been all over the place and i

cant keep up with me quit complaining that your feet hurt
youll get smoked and styled on the way i wear my sneakers
so sit the fuck down and just cheer from the bleachers
and nod your fuckin head to what you hear from the speakers

2. Sound Style

yo my names micl ring a bell? probably not
no new style patch up the one i got
crazy on the canvas paint the picture that i want
brain storm moving in when im developing a thought
names micl ring a bell? probably not
knew no style since i fell from the box
appear picture perfect i incredibly do not
sitting in a dark room im developing a lot

one heart two lungs four eyes check it
one mic two hands for me to wreck it
when ive got the floor it draws you in like quick sand
quicker than you blink and deeper than you think man
delete your defintion hip hop is here
all the way to the back its blaring clear
turning heads on stage make you do a double take
cause i spit that shit you didnt come prepared to hear
my names micl i could do this forever
create the sound and the style always keep it together
this is not a fashion show though its rigorous work
miclangelo i paint a picture with words

clear the runway taking flight tonight
above the clouds and underground low and high tonight
from the finish to the start dim the lights tonight
bridge a gap and elevate the mic tonight

not full of hot air and this shit aint forced
love hate with my state but well never get divorced
til death do us part its what deadened my heart
we keep repping our section til were stepping on stars
east of the west but west of the east
grand avenue and forty second street dead meat
there studying the ultrasound
its clear to see were soon to be outbound
already so behind and out like unicorns
its all good you cant catch me in a flashy uniform
springing up like crops--- circling cities of corn
put up the yellow tape and orange signs youve been warned

3. Late Pass

been absent for a minute but im back in the booth
i dont act its the truth just do it like the swoosh
but unlike the swoosh this is not mass produced
if you think youre making moves you probably dont have a clue
dont even care to ask who the fuck are you
cuz kings are just pawns with a few more moves
im on a daily unstoppable search for the truth
no rush to be through so i never back down
refuse to rock a halo just to sell more like crackdown
been grinding for years so its time to put the axe down
right now move it get down to it get down to it
most of this new shit lacks and it proves
that we need to bring the quality back like the troops
i dont support corrupt presidents sorry if thats you
but i recognize americas backwards like papoose

(prophecy)
a diatribe of cyanide


ten nine aint no time for that i bring it back
like a rebirth premature meet the earth
get down to it get down to it
got it rough itll pass
not enough itll last
always gotta get it fast
slow down shitll crash
always lost get a map
not a clown didnt laugh
yeah but you fit the mask
nothings up didnt ask
yo i climb mountains up as high as the stars
and dig bb king on electric guitar
its a fact im the sickest thing seen or unseen
and coach didnt cut me bitch i cut the team
a few screws loose but my heads on straight
you gag on mad dicks i pitch for the braves
when i landed on this land mustve crashed like waves
somehow i got down to it
rhyme until my voice is hoarse
got soul? the choice is yours
theyll see how low youll sell it for
entice you with a trojan porsche
my call to the world
like all boys and girls
come on get down to it
get down to
dirty money island
dead meat industry
dumb meaningless insecurity
default mediocre identity
dying melancholic interior
developing modern ingenuity
done moving inferior
done moving irrelevant
demanding more intelligence
decades meticulously invested in this
deserves more interest
definitely evolving simultaneously moving on in new exciting styles
get down to
work like were trying earn dollars and coins
everybody blames eachother for the dumb in des moines
for some the easy lessons are the hardest to learn
we got bridges with big blue arches to burn
so lets get down to it

(joe wright)

4. Cold Word

nows the time to keep enemies close
note find a tighter rope to climb out from under the microscope
they say life is a road
my minds twenty five thousand feet above tokyo
passionate like lovers moans
pulling people out comfort zones
not efficient like those other drones
but the best like mother knows
from we proudly present to you to thats all folks
summoned a dead friend got em to come
but no indication if the water gets drunk
by night i find myself in a bottle of rum
sitting in the street cats gotten my tongue
i stole enough from this world all that i could ask for and more
now i wonder whats next in store
ive had nowhere to go wandering the street
and decided all i have is the beat
some let the devils horns loose
and make a toast mix the champagne with the orange juice
i say lets grind it out until this life is worn through
and nobody can tell if real or dream is more true
that morning i awoke unaware
cigarette smoked floated up the stairs
cant open my eyes too much glare from the sun
roll over back to relaxing ignorance one
minute til im rudely awakened by the truth
of it all everything big and small
if you think you know it all you probably dont have a clue
let your mind wander out and itll come right back to you
think about the fact that you were born and now youll die
do you pretend to know the reason or just simply wonder why
why? we

babble on and on, babble on and on
lies upon lies, lies upon lies
babble on and on, babble on and on
lies upon lies, tower up to the sky

to reach the stars glowing lights instead
of our own photo album we maintain until our death
this pictures perfect except the brain in that persons head
this cold world creates such a sad story
loosely based on heartbreak and missing messiahs
the truth erased creates illusions of gaia
actions speak louder than words
but just cuz you shout something doesnt mean that its worth being heard
so quiet down like meditating
anything worth pointing out already goes without saying
dont know why what or who wrote the script and yet don no wai wut or hoo rote tha script n yet
we all play out our roles until they tear down the set
its getting hard to breathe with the world on my chest
i stare into the mirror and take a minute to reflect
information interstate of mind
reading books of lies with crooked eyes
paralyzed by imperfection stood in line
we couldve wouldve shouldve took the time dont look surprised
wise men dont try to justify sin
but after all were only human so lets all just dive in
some dream of what seems more exciting
crowd roaring thunder and camera flash lightning
but when the [weIt] builds up how much lower can you sink
the price on your heads a lot lower than you think

5. Amnesia

6. Staying Up

i just want to fall asleep
i just need to get to sleep

i look to my left and see a pencil on the desk i cant rest it just will never be enough
i look to my right and see the light i think tonight ill just have to give in and stay up
i look into the mirror the sights i see the sounds i hear all seem to slowly disappear and fade away
i look down on the floor and right by my dresser drawer an old notebook that kept the memories of yesterday

its the feeling that you cant quite reach
its a concept that you cant quite grasp
its the future that you cant foresee
its a question that you cant quite ask

i look at the time it says four thirty plus that clocks an hour early im noticing a trend i need to end
i look up and see the ceiling what an unfamiliar feeling im seeing a pattern and i can no longer pretend