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All Over The City 2

by MICL

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1.
Enter State 02:43
Initial attack initiation sequence I-A i-s the best, believe it My tracks go 56 1/2 inches I ride thru 'em, you get tied to 'em No slack in the rope or the quotes I'm throwing full steam ahead shots Next stop- no tellin' Spit like seeds from h2o melons Snuffin' the candlelight at your vigil Jabbin', duckin' like it's nothing When I box like a car with a door on the side like venues that I snuck in I train like Bruce Lee and Tookie Shine sea to sea, produce beats so juicy When I get loopy with a fruity flavored sample Trample you, I graze pasture beautifully You flee the cow catcher attached to my ingenuity It's DSM, the destination that I choo-choo-choose Like Ralph Wiggum I douse rhythms in flames That about fills up the tank Come take a ride around the city with me I'm waiting Don't be slow though Engine running like Lolo Raps golden like Rolo Never cold in my Polo Let's go, yo
2.
Blinguistics 03:19
I don't make a lot of digits, but I break the laws of physics My words produce light, and my rhymes shine- blinguistics The beats are my beach, no Corona commercial Under the sun, over the rainbow, rojo to purple Get gold, though I run so slow, no turtle Fuck everything up like 'Did I do that?', so Urkel Showed up to rehearsal with the rhymes cocked back When I dropped raps on cats they all collapsed, aw crap A bulletproof deejay is needed To work with this MC- that's 'most conceited' Taking flight like Write Bros, records spin like cyclones Venues fill like silos, I'm representing I-O 'Waaaa?' Is the response to that Yeah it's flyover, but it's been on the map Your weak taunts ain't jack 'cause we flaunt the phat flows Chumps throw shots, but then we toss 'em back You couldn't time that grenade precise enough to hit me Try, meet your fate and die, become history When it's time to engage I strike 'em so swiftly The rhyme is the blade, I slice 'em up quickly You lions without manes just whine and sound bitchy It's only right that I claim DMI as my city You thought I had a degree in linguistics The way I spit it so exquisite, you bitches You thought I had a degree in linguistics The way I spit it so exquisite, you bitches Wanted for the way I wreck every track And solve every jumble in ten seconds flat Crosswords offer to sponsor the raps Spelling bee Ali, get dropped to the mat You can see we be legit, doctor's office heaving sick Moonwalk in Adidas slick, fresher than a fetus is Better than you weak bitches, we always living breathing it Speaking on some freedom shit and never need to plead the fifth Iowan- the demonym, partying all freaking night Wardrobe Lo'd out, feeling like my drink is spiked Strike so lightning, and sound so thunder When it comes to the town- always out, no suburbs Fuck some shit up before I bounce like flubber And when it comes to the ground- stay under Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, I'm the type to rock A battle rap just to battle back writer's block Round up ready, you're just cattle in a field Battling with me, man that battle's uphill Until just ripping out your heart starts sounding like a deal My style's so cold you're like 'What's that chill?' My boredom's just a side effect of unmatched skill Never stopping, never dropping, that's always, still When the wheels fall off even my hubcaps kill MICL rings bells, man, I'm hunchback ill Quit trying to break fast, you should brunch that meal I got all top ten plays, man, run that reel You thought I had a degree in linguistics The way I spit it so exquisite, you bitches You thought I had a degree in linguistics The way I kick and flip the script and spit exquisite, you bitches
3.
(MICL) ...Yeah right, I don't think so bitch I bet by now you've heard the hype, heed those hints When I murder mics cases won't be frozen Suspect spotted, seen in a mean lo fit Enemies don't get how we sink, don't miss When I'm downtown all my threes go 'swish' Thinking outside the arch on my d rose shit Developing skills, this pony knows tricks This rumble is mental, medals stay golden In a small pond or the deep ocean Rappers be on bowl shit, I don't feed those fish Trying to be coy on an ego trip We shine bright when the energy's focused Like the intensity that Ne glows with You can see those kids, and that we be open So pass it over here and see how we go in We just kill it so blatantly Hot like wired cars, write it so 5 star Its so plain to see Were like write bros blasting off, rhyme so astronaut You know we flow so fly Nose dive homicide, kamikaze death Take strolls on ropes so high Step right up and listen to these two emcees catch wreck (Toby Diligent) Wait a minute y'all, who came to visit? Those same two kids that still think that they can make a difference Anytime I'm in the game, then I play to win it Stay committed to the way I spit it, then I slay the critics I hate to mention names, I ain't trying to take attendance But these dudes straight slipping every time they make a sentence You play the role of the teacher's pet I pace and stroll like a seasoned vet Ain't got no need to fret, yo, y'all can't even see us yet MCs wanna test, but we be the best So don't even stress, or get your ego checked You don't possess the type of skills that we project So we chilling in the lab, no need to sweat 'Cause we killing every track, homie, read the press You know the steez is fresh, whenever beats get blessed So turn it up and listen to these two emcees catch wreck We just kill it so blatantly Hot like wired cars, write it so 5 star Its so plain to see Were like write bros blasting off, rhyme so astronaut You know we flow so fly Nose dive homicide, kamikaze death Take strolls on ropes so high Step right up and listen to these two emcees catch wreck (MICL) M-I-C-L, please learn how to spell it P-o-l-o, styling when I'm stepping Instrumentals all get 187'ed Co-produced by joe wright, you know because its so tight Strolling through to hold mics, flow nice, roll dice Seven dots, cool out in heaven spots, strobe lights Throw it up, downtown, or outta city limits See, believe my heat swishes, genie, we don't need wishes You the king? You lyin', you a lazy cat I stay hungry, live a wild life like a razorback Don't got a chain to snatch, yo I'm just making rap With a sound style cuz my grandmama gave me that I'm at liberty to speak about my city's vice Of running up the board, our score's yours twice Just so fly we soar to a different height We be the team that justifies the court-side ticket price
4.
I was chillin' in the sunlight, day was feelin' just right Sippin' on something nice, ultimate freedom right Up until a p-i-g, pulled up to the side of me Actin' stupid violently, lookin' for a gunfight No point in harassin' me, go home to your family You should take this chance to leave, or you won't see 'em tonight Don't you see me passively passing up the chance to put you down like gravity and pass your ghost back to the most high? Guess not, get shot Turn a gravel road a permanent rest stop 'Round here cowboys never cared to wash red paws Since the years started 1800 like Bets Off Speakin' of, freakin' duck It's almost high noon and it's heatin' up When the clock strikes twelve we'll see hell erupt MICL, calm as fuck still, you can tell he's tough The third person in a duel, I'm cool You're just another version of a fool My words are like a furnace, hot, burstin' out the tool At y'all chests, all F's, you're hurtin' for some school You need to go, re-enroll Dumb as fuck, you dropped out at three years old Puzzled at the muzzle flash, it was so fast, you're freakin' slow Duels to attend, but I won't even go, just to show Mercy, no need to show that it would not be even close Leavin' you bleedin', seizin', heavy breathin', with a stroke Huntin' seasonal cold, altogether feelin' low Action- fast draws, a body falls, and that's all folks Rewards on my head, them some mighty fine bounties When I need to get away, I got me 99 counties But when the air gets cold and I lose my dark tan It's got me feeling stuck in this broken heart land I gotta get out, gotta do my thing Go tell momma I'll be home next spring 'Cause I love the heart land, that's where my heart is It's where I do my dirt and it's where I do my biz It's where I raise my crops and it's where I'll raise my kids I love the heart land, that's where my heart is I was chillin' at the train tracks, down by the river About to hop on and just ride to wherever Plottin' my escape to hide out from the weather Thinkin' anywhere but here is better Just wanna hang outside and feel high like a feather On the wing of a bird flying south for the winter Sippin' on horchata, now just got a lot of liquor I'm tryin' to feel warm like the sun in September Once the train came, I was long gone Sights set to the west, might be gone long Seeking better weather and a nice life I'll send plenty letters, everyday I'll write twice No worries, surely it'll be sweet Better than I ever imagined in my dreams Gonna be a big star, gonna make the big bucks I'll phone home once I've struck luck, got the law to duck Rewards on my head, them some mighty fine bounties When I need to get away, I got me 99 counties On the daily grind, 'round here work's tough So that Rock Island whistle's got my ears perked up Thinkin' 'bout rollin' toward that golden sunset You know my heart's in these parts even if my head's west 'Cause I love the heart land, that's where my heart is It's where I do my dirt and it's where I do my biz It's where I raise my crops and it's where I'll raise my kids I love the heart land, that's where my heart is But when the air gets cold and I lose my dark tan It's got me feeling stuck in this broken heart land I gotta get out, gotta do my thing Gotta cry out, gotta shout and sing Gotta fly south, gotta spread my wings Go tell momma I'll be home next spring 'Cause I love the heart land, that's where my heart is It's where I do my dirt and it's where I do my biz It's where I raise my crops and it's where I'll raise my kids I love the heart land, that's where my heart is
5.
They said sign on the line, and you asked them 'Where's the ink at?' So low, didn't think that you could sink that Thought you could have it all, why in the world would you think that? Now, avoiding being greedy is an easy way to spring back Mirror on the wall, who's the greediest of them all? Confusing wants and needs- that's the easiest way to fall We need motivation, contemplation Not complacence, occupation Politicians like to drop their bombs a lot But not explain it They lock their doors in office halls To hide and plot and trade with satan Garnish wages, stock the slaveship Fund the famous, not the nameless It's common knowledge knowledge saves But college cost is bargain basement They tied the tube to bind the youth In chains and keep them locked in cages Ineducation in entertainment Awful lots of product placement Saving face is all the rage It's gone the days of honest statements We concentrate on connotations Swastikas and Stars of David Our power's out across the nation God just lost a generation They stole the art, and soul and heart We've grown apart, we've gotta change it Feel like saying fuck the boss I'm off the clock and on vacation ...In short we need correction In short we need connection In short we need expression And some sort of direction Let's look for direction You can't soar with no direction What is movement for with no direction? Once more, look for direction
6.
Backwards Polo cap About to go attack the empire, strike back How do you like that? Coming raw as fuck, no glove Hit you in the heart of the city, no love Chickens come to roost on a mission to re-coop Snipers in position, they ain't missing from the roof Light it up like July, surprised eyes widen Flash from the past, trapped in karma's tight vice grip Just fall back and practice how to act in a crisis But, no call backs just action, then die bitch Doesn't this hat make the revenge I exact look phat? P-O-L-O style, exported the flair for this terrorist Fashionista who learned from the best firsthand How to make a comeback, rally cap on tight Ay, ay, you! you belong to the gang who came through waving that same flag? Bombing my place, killing every anonymous face? Well, now I know you won't doubt who I am When I'm old enough to seek out revenge Blowing you up on the count of ten Showing off the Ralph Lauren like Backwards Polo cap About to go attack the empire, strike back How do you like that?
7.
Enough with the bullshit (Big Tenn) Sick of the humiliation, thinking about retaliation Never had a real vacation from the bullshit dreams we're chasing I'm tired of these hard times Always working part time Writing in my spare time Trying to get some air time I got this hunger, I drive the clunker Back to the bunker to plot another plunder There is no trying, I'm living or dying Out here steady grinding even with this heavy lightning It's Big Tenn here from the Animal Team It's time to step up, I'm taking the lead (Phat Zach) Tired of the bullshit Everyday I wake up Baby momma fucking with me I'm just trying to get my cake up Straight up, I'd rob my momma for a dolla I got a kid to feed, but I'm trying to make the hos holla Friday night and I just got paid Should I get Similac or should I get some jays? Might run up in your spot and give myself a raise Space Republican, bitch, yeah the kids don't play Because the shit I did, no one wanna fuck with me But because the shit I did, no one fucks with me So I guess I broke even then Yeah, I guess it's back to thieving then (MICL) It's a cold world, steal a coat or freeze to death Grab a cold one, sip it to relieve the stress Big Tenn and Phat Zach on the track so press Play and listen to these outcasts slay a Joe Wright beat so fresh And so clean like he took it to the laundry mat Do you do what you want to do? Nothing wrong with that I'd give two weeks, but I don't give two shits I'm quitting right now because this shit is useless Know when to cut them off, know when to cut a loss Quit wasting time as a pawn come on become a boss Not a master creating more slaves I mean free to be yourself start to finish of every day It's never too late to change your thought process with a full shift Enough with that so called 'inevitable' shit While snakes embrace what's fake and salivate for matrix steak We rise to the top like bubbles when we huddle and break Did you know? We're already cheating death So live it to the fullest, enough with the bs
8.
Run On By 02:47
I got the credit, like visa Lots of interest, keep my feet up Cannot diminish, I run this race From start to finish, at this rate I'll probably win it, push it up a pace When it burns, confront the pain Who wants it more? It's a hunger game It's all l-o-v-e, now ¡Ándele! Just run on by Running around the track, I'm on my victory lap Still running around the track, I'm on my victory lap If I'm running around the track, I'm on my victory lap On my victory lap, I'm on my victory lap Running around the track, I'm on my victory lap When they see you running free they get so quick to react Usually negatively, just stick to the track Don't slack, you won't end up in the back of the pack Run on like a sentence, repeat it like a penance Valiantly studying the wisdom of the parents Our forefathers, who through Hail Mary passes Lended us a hand in crafting lenses for our glasses Now controlling gravity we tilt it like the axis And freely roll around, can't hold me down or crack this It's about to get drastic On a victory lap back to ashes Running around the track, I'm on my victory lap Still running around the track, I'm on my victory lap If I'm running around the track, I'm on my victory lap On my victory lap, I'm on my victory lap Running around the track, I'm on my victory lap When they see you running free they get so quick to react Usually negatively, just stick to the track Don't slack, you won't end up in the back of the pack On your mark, get set False start, inject Some readiness, the penniless Still have a sense of the pettiness I'm ending this, and that's the deal It's the jump off! ...the hamster wheel Shaq with it, a man of steel I h-a-t-e eating half a meal Just run on by Running around the track, I'm on my victory lap Still running around the track, I'm on my victory lap If I'm running around the track, I'm on my victory lap On my victory lap, I'm on my victory lap
9.
X'ed Box 02:02
Days on the calendar, ways to balance the Challenge of living up the spinning that the planet does 'Cause days go by without us knowing And it ain't no lie that time flies like a Boeing Plain to see we need more days, months, years Hours, minutes, second thought screw it Live it up before it's just a box with an 'X' through it Cause the days go by, so live 'em up Tuning in, metaphorically enhancing Topographic images of mother earth's Turf intermittently made evident Then incorporated into marking eternity Through thoughtful intelligent measurement of electromagnetism That's how I bang the rhythm That's how I harness freedom That's how I carpe diem Won't be sold rolling stones up hills for no reason Moltres to Articuno, yo I char and freeze them Level up, accrue currency and get well 'Cause health is wealth is the only thing that will tell In a world where time's unraveling's perpetual Regular intervals of self reflection are critical If you're feeling what I'm saying say 'true that' 'Cause other motherfuckers can't do that If you're feeling what I'm saying say 'true that' 'Cause other motherfuckers won't do that Now do you do what you wanna do? hell yeah And is it what you knew you always wanted to? hell yeah I say don't reach for the sun it's too hot to touch I mean just keep it realistic and also don't give up Now do you do what you wanna do? hell yeah And is it what you knew you always wanted to? hell yeah Might as well have no regrets when you 'X' off that box 'Cause we don't got a lot, it's like necesitamos más
10.
In the spotlight Grab the sunglasses, throw the coats away It's hot like heatwaves over the lower 48 From the Verrazano-Narrows to the Golden Gate Zoom in, number one in the nation, no there's no debate Between the Mississippi and Missouri, yo, behold the state You know we wreck, it's IA, no d-tec needed to close the case We control the pace, no disrespect to Indy But indeed, when in the D, you can feel the energy The land that will stop your heart rate, man it's wild Dead meat's on the top shelf in the dirty money aisle It's where the rivers kiss and the Interstates hug My city is a getaway hub, home of the AAA Cubs Where sec taylor set slayers spit on your principles And rip the stage up Every thought is constant, always on it day and night And every word is eternal, fan the flames, it's bright Every time its heard is a hurdle over pain and strife And every sentence is forever, man, I'm here for life From Gary Grice to Jerry Rice I pilot on and carry flights Forget the blank stares, I came to escalate, elevate Classrooms from vast tombs and lairs of mice to paradise A chalkboard, desk and chairs to Mic is like hairs to lice Keep it cool or I'll make you see spots like the glare from lights Take me down, I'll get up again like when they buried Christ 10, 9, 8, etc., and then I'm heading up Shine like stars, burn into your retina Your love turned out to be lust, it's just a weak perversion When I say 'light', I don't mean a weaker version If you try to act strong, but know that you're a meager person It's not a sign of weakness to seek conversion Giants to the Giants, minus climates define us Bet you never met warriors so sick with the science Electron bonds spark the contrasts so stark MICL Phelps, swimming among the devils and sharks Haters say it's so sub-par, so freaking what? Honest, no need to front, modest, don't need too much White picket fence, front yard with a Beatles cut Veggie garden, Mike Tyson vegan style beefing up State troopers let the governor speed So I valet and parley wherever I please When that empire falls and you rush west for gold Take a break off the 80 to replenish the soul In the spot light
11.
Get up, get up Hop the turnstyle, all aboard On the paper i collect my thoughts and then connect the dots Jot it down if it sounds space bound like Spock Around the clock, to work I get down, like the ground or like I'm shot Short on brevity, words I got longevity, won't stop Let it spin around like a top, that's what I stay on Due to the utilization of language that's colorful like a crayon The mind sharpener, penned inside the box never Putting the pieces in place like boards that are checkered Get down, get down All passengers must exit at the next stop All that's raised today decays away come tomorrow So tell God thanks for the heart tanks you borrowed We'll probably die within the century so do some fun shit But peace to anyone who does see 2100 Be the change you wanna see, that's all that makes a hero Keep on fighting like Megaman and Zero Just don't get passed up like the Doppler effect Life is like a rail car ride that shit into the sunset (sample: 'The train will come again.' 'To be continued.')

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All Over The City pt. 2 is MICL's second full length solo project. Guest appearances from Toby Diligent, Big Tenn, and Phat Zach.

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released February 14, 2014

all beats by MICL aka DJ DEATHPUNCH except:
track #3 co-produced with JoeWright.
track #7 produced by JoeWright.
additional guitar on Track #4 played by John Blaze.
recorded @ the punch of death studio.

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