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
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