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marble inlays.
03:08
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Return of the Ice King.
Colder winter on the mountain
Used to grip a sprinter
Now I’m swimming circles in your fountain.
Three chords and a crowd.
I’ll sing the sad refrains.
Seize attention out loud
You know i know flows like cocaine.
Still. I only snort to track packets
And if you can’t hack it,
Slow down. You can back pedal in traffic.
stay last laughing.
i’ll eat the mic
no need for napkins
Get drastic, pencil in your neck
Is too graphic.
Yeah? Oh well,alright.
Alright, oh well.
Oh well alright.
Even in a doublewide
I was scrooge mcfucking duck.
Baller on a budget
Even when driving a semi truck
A little crass at times
And Too big for my britches
Trying to get better but
I’ve seen my share of stitches
Life is hell but oh well
I’m still out here making the most
When i die foraske holograms
I’ll flow at your shows as a ghost
Appearing on every coast
Without any added assistance from mirrors or smoke
I’ll be every crackle every mic cable that you ever hold.
Marble inlays. That’s how we fuckin do it, Nothing to it.
What’s the hook here
Kind of a bad look, dear.
When you throw rocks at the throne
And still get boxed on both your ears.
Suckers steering clear.
I’m running a fucking slalom
Dudes throwing up colors like we
Dropped acid in autumn.
You shadow boxing in the dark tho
You stomped the gas in park, yo
I’m steady speaking in riddles
And i’m looting all of your cargo.
Maybe he lost his edge?
Maybe you lost your marbles.
Might have lost a ball but still
Got one left you can gargle.
Marble inlays.
Fuck you
Fuck your whole fucking crew
I do what I do
So fuck you
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great.
03:27
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It was Powder Street, the name was pure irony
More like Rock Street, summers was meaning no food or drink
Free lunch was the cuisine monday to friday to me
From september to june at least we knew we could eat
Getting clowned every day in class about my crooked teeth
I don’t see them no more but I’m still doing me, see?
Across the globe I’m hopping planes, broke out so that i could get set free.
And all it cost me was a nut and all my sanity
you didn’t know me back then sure as fuck don’t know me now
i’m setting the stage, set on fire taking a long ass bow
I spent 10 years me saying goodbye
i’ll still be waving at your ass from the grave when i die
if you don’t know me by now it’s prolly orchestrated on purpose
i been digging this hole since i was a child reciting my first verses
Born underground, embedded in strata
this curse is an heirloom handed down from my father
It is a blast from the past, with no hesitation
Since I was a child always knew I was the greatest.
Great don’t always mean good.
Great don’t always mean good
this isn’t chess, it’s more like final fantasy
i’m grinding on levels eating cup noodles, good greif
kept a thousand years, frozen under dense ice
died and then came back reborn a screeching polterguiest
New year new speak doubleplusbad beans rice
Lich MC with more issues than throwback copies of Vice
arrived at conjunction junction with a saddle on a dragon
on a mission more ill concieved than bilbo baggins
Yeah well, i guess that’s how it fucking goes
I struggle to pay rent, cats inhale twice that in their nose
I feel like i’m balling when there’s no holes in my clothes.
And money holds no value when you’re constantly broke
Better off tryina hold a memory in your hand
The reality is the whole game is a scam
Learned the hard way many friends ain’t fam
But the love from fam carried me back to where i am.
It is a blast from the past, with no hesitation
Since I was a child always knew I was the greatest.
Great don’t always mean good.
Great don’t always mean good
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crooked teeth.
03:39
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I'm not into it, at best been dragged along
The worst is never finished but still lyrics to a song
Writing my wrongs. Articulating my misgivings
You play it safe all day I recognize that's barely living
Spend my time illing God willing I'll still be shilling
Hustle rhymes until I die with or without the top billing
I hit the ceiling, kept going to the sky
With a top hat and a monocle, bowtie before i die
Not hardly. But the rhymestyle still godly
Looking kinda oddly weird, to speak broadly
From punk to dapper dan in a couple years
From pacifist to throwing hands in a couple beers
From sysadmin to illest in the scene to touch a mic
Catch a plane to the dayjob on sunday nights
Learning to live right and almost 40 years old
So sincere when i speak so you feel it in your soul
Crooked teeth. Crooked teeth.
Cut you with a smile
You can feel it when i speak.
NOFRIENDS can put a hurting on your dedicated servers
Homophobes deserving to be murdered, yeah you done heard it
If you wanna blurt it you gotta live with it after
Your best hope a footnote in someone else’s chapter
Stifle my laughter. You and your homies be getting plastered
I’ll go shot for shot, you are in the presence of a master.
From house wtih busted window off brand clothes and runny nose
To rising above my station writing code and dope flows
Don’t care for those, trying to drag me back down
Laugh at my own misfortune but wack clowns get smacked around
My beats pound. My words are more jagged than my grill
Don’t let nobody ever doubt the way you fuckin feel.
That’s so for real. Don’t care who might balk
I make anything dope, dabbing on the cops blocking traffic up in the crosswalk
That’s a unique profile
Sharky Smiles style living life real wild
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the word was good.
03:35
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Love is just a word but what we have runs deeper
Used to think it couldn’t last, but you made me a believer
The dragon by the door best believe I’m a light sleeper
We stay through the times they stay played like a beeper
Spent my younger days a mere fool with a broke heart
From the start played the part, absurd, dying for art
I wasn’t married to the game it was more like a landlord
Untoward, half drunk falling on my own sword
My lord. I see now its embarrassing
But in my 20s you could see I wasn’t caring, shit.
The dramatic was average, a simple minded savage
But now you make me feel at home like eating steamed cabbage
What we have is magic. you’re killing it, you’re a woman above average.
I come home from the road I’m nothing but ecstatic
A couple detours trying to turn the tale tragic but
I don’t need nothing else. I already have it.
Broke my own heart you wrote your name on the cast
The future banded in gold, blot out the dark of the past
And the reality is the past is always creeping
But we are reborn in the present each day as new people
The language of love, stripped of all the fuckery
Almost 20 years later, you still haven't had enough of me?
I'm writing lyrics on a plane, what am I doing with my life?
Only things I'm certain of is my children and my wife
Telling my kids yeah you know Daddy has to go to work
Doing shows across the globe hiding how my heart hurts
What the fuck is wrong with me? This is a thing that I still do?
One of the last remaining limbs of a monstrous crew
But we gotta do what we do, the truth is the truth
I am who I am on a job or in the vocal booth
And you are you. My partner and lover through and through
And the truth is I wouldn’t be a thing at all without you
Love is just a word
Like any other word
I hope you can see it in my eyes
But I put it in words
So I know you know how I feel
You make it all Worth it
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Mikal kHill North Carolina
Rapper/producer.
Member of:
TroubleShooters.
Two Weeks Notice.
Mutual Assurance.
ThoughtCriminals.
NOFRIENDS Family.
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