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
Turntablist, DJ, and scratch aficionado DJ illogik moves to the DMV, enabling collaborations with local MCs on his upcoming mixtape LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2016