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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
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*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
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*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?
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* 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
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*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
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-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
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-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
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*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.