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…