Michington: Volume 1

by The Pretty Strange

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Michington : Volume 1 is the first of an installment of EP's by THE PRETTY STRANGE.

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released April 23, 2013

BEATS / Timmy Held
LYRICS / DuhJuanYay
MIXING AND MASTERTING / Justin Foss

Daine's vocals Recorded in Michingan by / Phillmeeh
Timmy's vocals and keys recorded in Washington by Timmy.
Mixed and Mastered in Washington by / Justin Foss

ARTWORK / Luke Forton

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Track Name: Scary
Could have it all if you’d only surrender
At the least what you force yourself to remember
Another canvas to document all of the benders
P.S. return to sender…

I’m like/ M Night in his prime throw you for a loop
I plan to keep rhyming until I run outta loot and
Winters rapidly approachin grab my gig boots
I spit so hard I’m losin tooth’s in the vocal booth

Shit’s getting weird pretty strange feelin crummy within
Rap to ya like Dracula widda bloody grin
Instead of suppressing the demons within I embrace em
Let em sleep all day and when it’s night I wake them

Up / Might need a dumptruck to carry my guts
Excuse us musta got us confused widda couple o dudes that
Gave even somewhat of a fuck about ya music
It ain’t new when everyone else doin it

Everybody on the mic brothers sisters and cousins
Bedroom rappers these days a dime a wake and bakers dozen
Fresh out the oven cookin underneath the stage lights
Scared stiff and this is only open mic

Night / Walkin regiments are militant
Pissed killin it takin it out on Michigan
Blame the pain on where you stay – Fight the battles
If I yell loud enough they’ll prolly hear me out in Seattle

Washington, once again, I pretend
That my friends are the type o people I can smoke with
And then make an attempt to depend on Same movie different song
What’s right is to write and what’s left is wrong

WE AIN’T THE ONLY ONES DOIN THIS
MICHINGTON A COMBINATION OF INFLUENCES
Producing THE NASTIEST OF RUDIMENTS
STRAIGHT SCARY HOW WE RUIN IT

WE AIN’T THE ONLY ONES DOIN THIS
MICHINGTON A COMBINATION OF IFLUENCES
Produciing THE NASTIEST OF RUDIMENTS
Your new to this SO IT’S SCARY HOW WE RUIN IT

Come on man this ain’t no coalition to conspire
It’s just a couple a word addicted kids inspired
Hell no not yer bro ain’t ya brotha
Cuz you be rollin aimlessly like Robert the tire in rubba

Band – Snap back widda vengeance
I’m reppin out these fools like I been bench pressin
I’m cookin up brain bendin rhymes blowin ya mind
Kinda like when you got all fried and saw the matrix for the first time

Out – Flash the T cuz yer worried we’re better
Worst decision of ya life a collegiate Chris Weber
Cuz ya all out look like a monkey flinging turds ABSURD
That’s why I’m in the back playin Angry Birds

Yeah uh The bird is the word
And it’s pretty strange like nothing you ever heard
Turn it up a little goes to eleven ya spinal tapped out
Pass me ya shit, get treated like a Junky getting smacked out
Track Name: Harrumph
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from practicing rhymes
It’s that I should commit everything I’ve written to my mind when I’m high...Straight faded – Never lazy
Couldn’t fathom sittin on my ass that shit would surely drive me crazy

Half-Baked rabid rotweiler like – YO KILLAH KILL!
Murder this track like the climax of a snuff film
There ain’t a single person that really feels how you feel
And when you lose someone you love that’s when the shit gets real

I bring truth – Won’t catch me telling fables
Come a long way since sniffin’ coke and slammin’ blue label
Got a handful of offenses never spent time in prison
But once your in it’s impossible to get out the system

So I roll up to a gig new approach every time
Watch me from the crowd while you watch for live landmines
Watch the flow go from bananas to berserker
Going way more postal than a disgruntled postal worker

THE STATE OF MIND IS MICHINGTON

1.) Getchya wack ass smacked
2. ) Get to the money
3. ) Fuck a throne
4. ) Hardcore G Shit

It’s that Spit/Spat boy make some noise –Beats fatter
Rhymes better like you never had a choice in the matter
I’ll flip this rhyme like an electrician flips a circuit
Put out fire then doubt if what I wrote was worth it

Break it down to basics if I gotta – For Nada
A mic to me is like a bike to Travis Pastrana
Sick burn like Chlamydia I’m bad to the tibia
Plus Timmy’s beats cause dysrhythmia

A 90’s child my style comprised of whatever
Das Efx, Deftones, Spalding Pumps and leathers
I went from blasting beats to blacking out to killin’ time
LOOK OUT! Even my watch is murdered out

I’ve learned life’s a maze stopped looking for accolades
Gave respect before respect was paid that’s how I raised
Nowadays all I’m raising is bars
Pushing envelopes like mailmen ridin’ opposite sides of the car

WE GOT EVERYBODY CHANTIN’
“WE ARE THE BADDEST MUTHAFUCKAS ON THE PLANET”
WE GOT EVERY BATTLE STATION MANNED AND MY CLAN
THRIVES ON THE SIMPLE FACT THAT YOU CAN’T STAND IT…
Track Name: Awww Snap
Feed the machine feed off others kinda cannibal
Food chain trained armed to the mandibles
No need to encroach We strike when provoked now move back
Before the jaws snap AWWW snap!

All of ya Efforts are futile in convincing me that it don’t matter WE
Blow out ya flame then piss on yer lanterns AND ALL YOU
Recycled rappers redundant like runnin circles round Saturn
Look for the formula then repeat the pattern

I’m getting kinda pissed go figure
Sick to my innards up goes the middle finger
Padded stats smoke and mirrors FUCK THAT
Hit the lab to get myself a little fitter
Locked and loaded only gotta pull the trigger
Famished feed on beginners for my dinner
Yo Timmy I think we on to something bigger

Light a camel like commando loaded up on ammo
Ship the shit to my homies both of em rockin flannels
High five from Michigan all the way to Seattle
I’m from the mitten this ain’t 8 mile I don’t plan to battle

Cause everyday out here’s war rubbin sticks to start a fire
A life with no purpose like a cigarette without a lighter
Get inspired self-employed can’t afford to retire
Swim through darkness searchin for that fire that burns way brighter

Yes I can it’s my creed to take you way higher
Steppin over cities cause we some take striders
And it’s all hands on deck or we bite em off TRY US
Like Sigfried and Roys tamed tigers

Feed the machine feed off others kinda cannibal
Food chain trained armed to the mandibles
No need to encroach We strike when provoked now move back
Before the jaws snap AWWW snap!