Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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

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