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 your 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

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

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)

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

They forget, but a memory is nifty So I carry mine with me through this paradigm city (Aeon Grey) (MICL) In this city there's no time to negotiate With an unknown origin and unsure fate Searchlight of the sun hangs above the skyline Searching for the past, but it's impossible to find Its all censored we don't venture outside the dome Dual personalities, we're never home alone Kids are left behind, we don't wait for Kevin Who the fuck could mistake this state for heaven? I've been through hell to get the truth unlocked And report it to the world, MicL Seebach I get the news I need without a payoff Not guilty through and through, and I'm about to take off Is it hard to keep it real under the pressure of the steel? Police for doesn't feel, that its a big deal We got a little to forget and a lot to learn So to be continued 'til we've come to terms

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

i am the arch in the aquaduct i am the slave that dug this city i am the slave that runs this city i am the slave that built this city i will be the slave that kills this city boxed in a nation traced by some outli[n]ers pilgrims with the pass touchdown 49ers quote freedom stem 'christ-' with the assist one timer poor souls alley oop it to the ones up higher this whole worlds just an incomplete thought we sit lost in translation still twitter one liners its like im fed up with fed ex the delivery is tired cant tell friends from foes and the lines getting finer the systems getting stale and the economy expired who remembers red when the giver gets fired? who even gives a fuck anymore? its a shame gave up on everything like we got bored of a game politics is fashion, presidents are in this year promised transparency but it still isn't clear would we even know if were about to go under? they paint a fake picture like the roadrunner records are erased and conveniently missing cant ever separate the fact from the fiction just now releasing tapes of richard nixon with the power that they wield- so much more is still concealed trapped in our lies we invent our own prison justice is served on lunch trays in soup kitchens only god can judge but its beyond his jurisdiction those with empty vision envy his position this whole words just the barrel of a gun beliefs slip of the tongue some run with it don't believe every book ever written let alone trust the version of the truth on television detrimental to listen to whatever edition being stuck in submission has become a religion teleprompters telling me to go off the cuff don't reach for the sun its too hot to touch

the cycle repeats monday gettin on my feet tuesday just another day wednesday almost through the week thursday always on the beat friday getting crazy saturday gotta take a rest sunday always do it best everyday started in the dmi took the mic to ic now wherever i am im there to rip it nicely barely i remember january to december a day when i didnt do life lively its difficult livin day to day i give it my best shot like a fade away its difficult livin day to day i give it my best shot then fade away and the cycle repeats monday gotta find a way to get out of this someday but for now im just moving along when i think ive reached my peak i keep proving me wrong (genetrix) yo im cool like lukes hand not cut off like skywalkers fly talkers on the beat creepin low like street walkers kickin shit like soccer on the way back training like stallone in meat lockers hands bloodied clothes tattered cause theres gotta be a way to try to break out of this pattern im gripping rungs on the ladder but ill fall face first because this shit never mattered climbing off the floor tuesday pretend its not a chore wednesday the next day remember that i gotta keep up but then i look back behind me and ive already won (joe wright) i see the light at the end of the tunnel i think im almost there but the cycle repeats itself no say at all from me its all just to live my life idly weeks turn to months and months into years but when it all blends together thats what we fear not going to spend it all just trying to earn because in the end it will eventually burn we all want the life and to save the day but most of us just sit and fade away i wont stop rhyming til probably never cuz there is nothing better and i wont stop styling til i take off all my clothes and even them im so damn throwed and i wont stop drinking until i know im way too loose and i run outta write bros juice and i wont stop being alive until the motherfuckin day i die

not much time gotta make a move now you know its artificial without roots underground second half fourth quarter eighth eighth make way phonetically superior its in my dna i live in a city where the lights are bright but still unnacompanied mics arent safe at night back it up like theres nothing to see here but its clear im killin it so im glad you could be here start back move forward rise up just a little glide to the side and now back to the middle dont know if u can call this tangible but i still love it cuz everyone can feel it but nobody can touch it cocky when my record rotates like uzumaki im fresh youre the opposite of raw like yaki i fuck with your head like sake your styles too common you cant do shit but wait for me to cool off like ramen caution my music causes ceisures and it may not leave you in one piece be careful when it plays so put the record on and close the case like conan and when the needle hits make you jump like shonen yo we could be alone together if youre with me spread your wings and flap with me flying high over the city theres nowhere else id rather be than in the I red handed killing it on the mic all night a dj and a mic and a soundcheck please and a crowd and a beat and ive got everything i need a dj and a mic and a crowd and a beat in I-O-W-A and i got everything i need my words hit the road theyre always going places they always have a point thats called a destination see thru the connotation straight to the definition the way my songs hit the streets i put the litter in alliteration literally im wasting anybody from the basement up to the top floor i scrape the sky my tape is why fuck fame is my philosophy I to the O to the W to the A til i die start back move forward rise up just a little glide to the side and now back to the middle taking off blades sharp swinging like a samurai's sound check sounds fresh straight style of the I

all over the world everybody goes, ohhh all over the country everybody goes, ohhh all over the state everybody goes, ohhh all over the city everybody goes, ohhh a fictional story of a sudden realization peace to each nation that we all participate in creation to cremation anguish felt from form of fetus fluent in the language but its dangerous just to speak it when u dont have a penny just a glass half empty see the glass half full and it can still be plenty my name is what you call me heights dependent on my mood my weight is different on the moon no restriction to my diction organ donor borrower loaner eyes may be blue or grey today but 20 20 vision and all thats my address life is a bitch and my age is infinite and in the end i understood it fairly well i figured out i had no clue and life was just a fairy tale as i recite the last lines to this neverending story i fade away to ash and dissapear into dust every introduction has one last verse if you want to win a race you gotta run laps first conditioning is crucial in creating context the senses intercept your lense is convex relentless intellect everything is nonsense big city bustle with a universal twist small world after all and its all over quick my name's micl peace out