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The Rough Sketch : First Draft

by Mic L. Angelo

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Racquel Pilon Love the unique sound of this track, your rapping with the piano melody in the background flows so well... Favorite track: Broken Pianos (Prod. by Mic L. Angelo; Co-Prod. by Scott Poulin).
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---first verse---- *I'm Singing off key to broken piano Cuz when you do you, no one understand you *I’m a champion got trophies on the mantle my great-great great grandfather was a pharaoh *Fire off ammo guns got porcelain handles give orders to my capo like Tony Soprano * Flows not watered down it not from the tap Dope like a block of crack you gonna relapse * lost contacts friends don’t know where I’m at full voicemail everyone hollering back *We at war so my enemies borrowing mac Read Art of War books to counterattack *please I got war machines and nuclear drones killstreaks like I play Call of Duty at home *and the past is a blur the future’s unknown lost every chance all opportunities blown *did necessary sins refuse to atone God cursed me for life he wouldn’t condone *but those who judge me / they will be judged I’m on Noah’s ark, y’all washed away in the flood *Baby thug did dirt and I played in the mud Got away clean like I’m O.J. with the glove *Sometimes feel I don’t relate to my blood So my fans I say thank you for the love *This a powerful word that you never heard Can’t observe what I paint with optical nerves *Had big dreams but my fantasies deferred Had to wait long time but now it’s my turn *Y’all get incinerated the fire’ll burn traveling he world so I might not return *my personal affairs are not your concern Give the black youth new philosophies to learn *put Pedal to the medal on a Lincoln Continental break speed limit on infinitiys and rental *make the president read a letter from the ghetto musical poet Othello with a chello ---2nd verse--- *Miclangelo a name you better remember Bring Thriller in Manlla to injure contender *Wreck cities Godzilla the biggest gorilla I’m a Bad guy / assemble the Avenger *Liberty or death I never will surrender Got an appetite no recipe for dinner *Santa Clause never came on any December So I cried ice rivers in middle of winter *and I preach to the choir the singers are sinners never trust anyone with hidden agenda *you a snake so I slash the blades of the grass in a bank with a mask, I’m taking the cash *cuz I can’t pay bills I’m underemployed plus my baby cries she wants a new toy *life put you to the test like multiple choice so I gotta give those struggling a voice *kicked out Moms house a troublesome boy every night rainstorm and thundering noise *at the watchtower watch the meteor showers this food for thought make bulimics devour *slim girls wont eat a single thing for hours trying to be a model that the media’s power *eyelids close on the reality shows I really know just how reality goes *Mind racing traveling without a road On a different plane with no traffic control *just story of my life the chapter foretold like ancient Greece teachers unraveling scrolls * back down all foes stand unopposed speak with the voice of God and shatter earlobes * don’t’t really care if hearing is impaired listen to me clear don’t dare interfere * catch death unaware no one shed a tear life isn’t fair / but why live in fear? *get yours cuz billionaires getting theirs I’m do what I like , y’all think I’m weird (ha!) ---chorus--- I’m a Real MC Lookin at things no one else can see do what I like I’m a just be me piano’s broke and I’m singing off key
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-----1st Verse----- *Need airplay cuz I mean what I say like a priest on stage when he speak King James * Harriet Tubman / free from the cage releasin the slaves / with keys to the chains * talkin subliminal can’t hear the slang write hieroglyphics / you can’t read my name * won't leave the game / I bleed from the pain walk in my sleep knee deep in the rain *state troopers know / to pull your parole cuz rappers snitchin the rules and the codes * revolution sold / for the fool’s gold boss ain’t the boss /so who's in control *complete Frankenstein / I eat with my guys break bread then have a feast with the wine *buy Jesus piece / can’t buy peace of mind ice on your watch / trying to freeze time * seek you will find, / the secrets I hide it’s seen by the blind / peep with 3rd eye *my philosophies compete with Einstein’s MC squared / I’m E redefined ------2nd verse------ *mean what I say /and I say what I mean If I want the crown,/ I’ll take from the king *If I want the belt ,/ I train in the ring If I want you healed, I’ll bring the vaccine *What is my brain trying to say in my dreams hallucinating like a cocaine fiend *paint like my child when she tracing a scene draw outside lines don’t stay in between *that’s unconventional / rap game terrible tax on your principal/ if you owe revenue * Educate fools/ kids, stay in school I’m making the rules / and breakin em, too * manipulate suckas,/ friendly with enemies Of my enemies haters hate on each other *Speak from the heart right hand on my chest grandma passed away as she slept *wept for my man / took his last breath said don't cry he's all set for death *Makes me think on life twice a night Tell me son, who write like Mic Nice? ------3rd verse------ * State of my union / addressing the public With unspoken topics, sensitive subjects * inmate are gutted / with shivs in the stomachs I Answer to God / critics can’t judge it *scripts get published,/ it ain’t a paperback it’s a hardcover / in laminated wrap *illuminatin raps / from Hollywood Black dice games only time that I take crap * cops plant crack, the kingpins are rats behind enemy lines, must make it back *blood spills in the city streets / Middle of the East Coast similar to the Middle East *think so deep minutes turn into weeks life is a picture puzzle missing one piece *I’m marked for death, like MLK El Che, Ghandi, Malcolm X, who next? * cuz if you a leader, / they’ll kill you like Ceaser flawed masterpiece leaning Tower of Pisa *rap Mona Lisa / this picture is perfect abstract portrait / you should interpret ----Chorus----- *wise men never dumb jewels infinite fly with a bird’s eye view, y’all picture this *so intricate, flawless design no imperfections, God is devine *Rhyme after rhyme, song after song See what I see in the eye of the storm *say what I mean, and mean what I say get things twisted, I’ll set things straight
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---first verse--- -This real talk, I start getting wordy I must check on you / cause I’m feeling worried - your pets getting furry / your ex get attorneys your car is a wreak / Demolition Derby - slept all day it’s time 7:30 Early bird gets the worm/ get up early - house dirty, mice don’t scurry in a hurry spent days in the crib n**** take a journey -don’t beg for mercy / I’m done being cordial you ain’t been yourself, this stuff isn’t normal - gettin tough on you / you feel spazzed on no matter what wrong / a man stands strong -Happy Days gone/ don’t’ act like Lafonze feel sad now? Get your face out your palm - been gassed too long now ballons burst get bruised from the verse / Truth hurts ---second verse--- -know homie well / our minds co-exist born same year same sign represent - if I leave now / he might slit his wrist the vibe getting tense, but I’ll never flinch -snake give a kiss / friends give a scars someone gotta do it /it’s a dirty job -Good things’ll end then begin once again God forgives sins /better make amends -second childhood / you act like a kid got 3 strikes / but one life to live -ride dirty / pigs throw you in the pen doing large time / like you’re Big Ben - best friends said you’re never dependable scared of a mirror/you look terrible -it’s unbearable you the mac wayback now so ashamed can’t say your name on this track ---third verse--- -personality split like you’re bi-polar block noise out / Zen-like composure -take care of yourself be responsible don’t blame no one else you’re accountable -Call lawyers up / make your court dates No liquor no chronic get your thought straights -Learn etiquette / and keep discipline F*** knucklehead punks be a gentlemen -find real work, don’t take no excuse Tailor your suits make sure it ain’t loose -care for your mother/ your sisters and brothers don’t be a pimp be a real lover -live a charmed life / do your body right take good advice, pray every night -blessin your soul, everything’s in control inflict pain slow / truth getting told ---chous--- F*** a band-aid, let the blood drip Truth brings pain, tough love s*** Blood sweat tears in a puddle If i hurt you, it's cuz I love you
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---first verse--- Dawg I’m sleepwalking, sleeptalkin, speech arson, heat scorchin, makin thing spark inside each walkman *each discman is dissed man, s*** is banned listen man, time’s up hourglass spilling sand *then my Timberlands stomping itty bitty jams never been in a clan / kick the Methods, Man *B-Real to Kill a Man on a television cam Get it man, Killa Cam / no Taliban *kick the can Grim Reaper, Kryptkeeper, deceaser rich divas tongues out / like Jordans kixs sneakers *dudes are feverish, need to s***, sleep a bit I’m complex like bulimic chicks eatin chips *Beats are flipped / real acrobatical With espialdocious supercalifraglous flow *Vertigo raps murdering cats biting like a person that Drink blodd and turn into bats / slugs’ll burst in your back *n**** act like their hood is really wild then I’m pulling out your file and I’m looking at your style *mthaf***** you was licking boogers as a child you was shook of throwing down cuz the crooks’ll hit your mouth *when I’m on stage throw my hooks up in the crowd don’t believe me get my rhymebooks read aloud ---second verse--- *n****, n****, n****, n****, n****, n****, please how you figure n**** never ever getting cheese? *Chains glitter bigger figures than a Mister T I’m still a bitter n**** silver triggers getting squeezed *Getting at me really batty trigger happy dead in alleys Hit a fatty with my pallys head to Cali in Danalis *No dilly-dally, last name, switch my daddy’s Growin dreads now ain no way the Feds’ll catch me Don’t waste a turn, state a verb, flame’ll burn Blazing herb till small remains in urns, say word? *give a muthf***** jut what they deserved I’ll make a cop ask a witness when the case occurred *cuz I don’t use particular raps with this impact mics like vehicular accidents *victims paralysis / medical ambulance reacting flows like a chemical catalyst *you assed out cuz you crashed out passed out you getting no credit god cuz you maxed out *style loosely knit / like Santa Clause with a Ruger clip shoot the gift through the lips furious *chit-chatting Pig Latin, bust shots at Bin Laden Hussain I’m kidnapping / can you imagine A straight hood n**** spittin with the malice And living in a palace / never ever challenge ---chorus--- rockin you to sleep with the Bedtime Lullaby Beddy-Bye Night Night / Mic Nice (x4)

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The first installment of "The Rough Sketch" series, recorded during a brutal New England winterstorm season. The musical selections presented here represent the "Winter Collection" of Mic L. Angelo's catalog: Cold, deep, and menacing music.

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released April 30, 2013

-Copyright Renaissance Records.
-Executive Producers: Jacob Watkins and Mic L. Angelo
-Management : Cool Stuff Management
-Recorded at Beatbox Studios; Pawtucket, Rhode Island & Arsenal Productions; Boston, MA
-Mixing and Mastering by Edgar "Vertygo" Cruz & Scott Poulin
-All DJ scratches by DJ Cadillac Jack
-Artwork by Greg Dubois

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Mic L. Angelo Boston, Massachusetts

Mic L. Angelo (a.k.a. "Mic Nice" "Hollywood Black" or the "Picture Perfect Poet") is a Nigerian-American Hip-Hop artist. He uses his name as a metaphor for the type of creativity he strives to apply to his music. Therefore, using the tag "Hip-Hop's Renaissance artist", Mic L. Angelo uses music to paint a picture of urban city minorities issues; keeping it classical yet edgy and thought-provoking ... more

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