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

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…

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!