Hand Over Fist

by Mike Mictlan + Lazerbeak

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03:15
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04:07

credits

released 23 September 2008

Raps by Mike Mictlan - Deity for Hire (ASCAP)
Beats by Lazerbeak - Legend Recognize Legend (ASCAP)
P.O.S. appears courtesy of Rhymesayers and Doomtree - Half A Kidney Half A Lung (BMI)
Cuts by Jimmy2Times on 2, 5 & 8
Cuts by Turbo Nemesis on 9, 10, & 11
Additional vocals by Nell Powers Graham on 3, Joe Mabbott on 6, Omaur Bliss on 12
Mixed and engineered by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway, Twin Cities
Vocals recorded by P.O.S at Alexander Chiropractic except 4, 7, 11, & 13 & recorded by Joe Mabbott & 5 recorded at Lazerbeak's Legend Lair
Mastered by Bruce Templeton and Dave Gardner at Magneto Mastering
Drawings by Lizardman
Design by MK Larada
Photograph by Bo Hakala

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Doomtree is a collective of seven friends who live in Minneapolis and make music together. They’ve earned acclaim for genre- defying recordings, explosive live performances, and their fierce loyalty to one another. Members include P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger. The DIY outfit has built an international fanbase one city, one show, and one song at a time. ... more

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Track Name: Hand Over Fist
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up
Hand Over Fist
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up
Hand Over Fist
So here we go again
Ice Cold ‘Sota Wind
Blow till you can’t hold it in
Hand Over Fist
And we don’t play to win
Nah, we don’t play at all
Loyal to the DOOMTREE
True to the day we fall…

Dig it -- the “Doom Degenerates”
Generate decadence
Decorative Generals
Dissolve in constant negligence
Get it — the “New Debonaires”
Delegate dissonance
Fed up citizens listen
But turn pessimists and shed a tear
Dead it — and let live
Head up and tell it straight
Never let up, run the track
Never run the race
Bet it – and set the vig’
Set up for higher stakes
Clever don’t come cold
Clever is cloaked and stone-faced
Said it – but meant it though
Pent up from head to toe
The rent’s up?
“I’ll break bread when bread’s made
And spread the dough”
Sweat it – and let it soak
Catch it and cut the throat
Seconds from mistakes
Minutes from misquotes
Whatever it takes
That’s just how it goes
This face displaced
“Peace out from this show”
Screaming:
Hand Over Fist
DOOMTREE
Let’s GO!!

(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up
Hand Over Fist
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up
Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up
Hand Over Fist
So here we go again
Ice Cold ‘Sota Wind
Blow till you can’t hold it in
Hand Over Fist
And we don’t play to win
Nah, we don’t play at all
Loyal to the DOOMTREE
True to the day we fall…
Track Name: Suicide Jimmy Snuffa
Do you got heart like feather?
Guts pump ticker tape
Talks change weather
Talk strange liquor face
Bottom dollar for a bottled water
Like an Autumn summer to an Outtatowner
Who caught a Cecil Otter
By the toe-truck with the farmers daughter
We old young bucks kick around the darkest fodder
Ain’t no future in your front seat
You might be the Underground King
You ain’t Bun B
You might run things but you don’t run we
1 2 3 4 5 Doomtree Emcees
Trick please DT love the kids
Stick to wings and teeth fuck up biz
And get Bizzy Bone Don’t get it twisted holmes
Family Owned till the interest gone
Sell it to the mini-mall
Hopping out the kiddy-pool
Pop you with the Bop Gun
Laughing like a Motherfucker
Piffin’ on a Large Blunt

D-T-R
That’s what they yellin’
Buying the Hell they sellin’ me
Bellied up to amenities
D-T-R
That’s what we yellin’
From the page to the stage
From the stage to the bank

I got Heart wrapped in leather
Guts drip ipecac
I talk strange better
Talk thick similac
What choo lookin’ at?
Those shoes? Tookem’ back.
Off Rack Blue and Black.
Talk shit Chew it back.
Not you. You is that?
That’s you? Who am I?
Thought so. Knew in fact.
Mictlan yo Do or Die.
If you was I Superfly
If I was you Suicide
195 getting chubby
Thinking bout 1995
Damn.
I’m just an old 82 Young
Baby grew up with 2 tongues
Out a U-Haul
Who the fuck do You All
Think that I really am
Born Alone Die at Home
Equal to Any Man
And I’ve been thinking
Man I’ve been thinking
A little a too much
I’m just an old '82 young
Getting younger
By the hour
Hunger and a smile
Reppin’ sleep and a shower

D-T-R
That’s what they yellin’
Buying the Hell they sellin’ me
Bellied up to amenities
D-T-R
That’s what we yellin’
From the page to the stage
From the stage to the bank
Track Name: Clam Casino
Zero Cool still Zulu in Grape Zubaz
Zab Juda who jab ya fat buddah
Grade schooler cooler than
Late bloomers in faded suede pumas
Plaid chuckas are mad smoother
Beirut to Cancuna we can tuna
Clam Casino lobster and shrimp shooters
Pimp scooters coupe poppers in papooses
Pet poodles cap coppers and tag hoodas
Lex Luchador luchi for laundro
Less Humidor more Wet on the Marlboro
Bella Fuckin LaGossi Bloody Martini & Rossi
Hella Ghostly Senor Valentino Van Zombie
Like I’m the MF People Person Hurter
All these Hot Boys man eat em out the Pizza Burner
Mutant Ninja Turtle gotta
Play the field to see the colonel
Put it in the Pita Pocket
Gyro Meat & Hater Burger

Fat as an origami studebaker
If I was truly rusty trust me
I'd have to lose a hater
My crew is Raiders
Run thru parties like fumigators
claustrophobia blowing conical over cubic acres
Chronicle human nature
I'm counting a few agitators
Feeding snake-skin boots to alligators
Just park those dogs homie we can battle later
The Reanimator separate you into cans of vapor
We mix ingrediends (yeah) deep in the pot
Small business big family eating a lot
Sneak in the lot breaching the lock
Each in a zone each in his own
No reason to stop strike while the evening is hot
Go-gots for the flow spotter that knows not a
Thing about your problems so start em no problem
Whole bottles of slow blotter
I know lotta things about those problems
So don't offer I won't solve em

You call this Clam Casino?
Put some shrimp in that shit next time
Track Name: Shux (featuring P.O.S.)
Dig in get ya shovel let’s go
When ya underground
Only one way to go
So we hold the dirt like it’s all that we know
But oh no it grows and grows

The wings the teeth
The pen the speak
The diggy doom tr double e
Nasty it goes
We don’t need no egos to be dope
We just need a couch to crash on
Gas a couple bucks and a werd to pass on
Thanks on with the night
Off with the lights
Big fuckin knife and trunk fulla dynamite
SHUX you think we run outta luck
Nuh-uh.

Break--Scatter no scalpel to fix the face shatter
Gander Back Splatter print Bladder blood
And Waste matter
I’m way madder but mad calmer
The Mad Mauler Murder Making Mike Mictlan
What a sad honor
For me to murder harder that’s bad karma
Beef cake barber holler Cheap skate barder
Caught a free base slaughter
We outta get by
You outta get down
Shark sound Dig in with the butcher now

So cool like a fool sippin brews in the kiddie pool
Slick fucks making good news outta bad luck
Ducks in a row tell me when to go
But the venom in the verse
Carry on, carnivore come on
The rhyme animals Meat in the mandible
Handle beef like summertime outside
Unwind coolin with the cantolope
You crews aint got half a hope
Get your shovel come on

Dig in get ya shovel let’s go
When ya underground
Only one way to go
So we hold the dirt like it’s all that we know
But oh no it grows and grows

We never wanna rap some some shit that sounds played
In fact don’t wanna rap unless it’s our way
We lack simple approach just how we been made
To back back then cats tracks back into crates
And ask
Better and better than veterans let us in
Whether you let us or we kick it in
Brew a pot of coffee
Spot me a pound or get off me
Get off me get off get get

We don’t need no egos to be dope
We just need a couch to crash on
We don’t need your revolution
Just a couple bucks and a werd to pass on
We don’t need to see the future
Thanks on with the night Off with the lights
Big fuckin knife and trunk fulla dynamite
SHUX
Track Name: Wolf Tickets
Hey Yo Hand Over What?
Hand Over yours “Run than shit”
Game’s Over, Man over-board sunken ship
But the land’s closer “Dance Cobra”
Tongue-Cheek-And-Spit
Plans, Programs, Rap Romance Reenactments
They tell it like it never been, cuz it never was
I thought it caused embitterment
Yeah, but it only set it up
These Words of Prey don’t pray on downfalls
Nah, not at all
So I’mma share with you
A Pairs of Wings and Set of Teeth
Stay Fly—No Fronts--Let It Be

Break Bread
I break a sweat to my soles
I break my—I break my leg now your dying alone
Tough luck
Tell me the truth
Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets”
You’re in it to win it by mimicking
And that’s how it goes
Break Bread
I Break a Heart but not Souls
I Break Bread
I’ll break my bread with my foes
What’s up?
Tell me the truth
Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets”
You’re in it to win it by gimmicks
And that’s how it goes

Get your press kits in get your projects done
Shit man get press play more than once a month
Get your hands from under you Pull up them 501’s
Get the fuck outta Dodge
Come back and tell us why the road won
And I’ll tell ya
We don’t give a “uh-uh”
He, She, or Me For free or fee
Relay the story
On-scene and Off-screen
Knee deep in concrete
Grind pavement to the record
On key and off beat
Perch the branch and dead that crow
Burn the rag and let the Molotov go
We don’t blow up (uh-uh)
We BLOWOUT
December 10th, December 2nd, December 14th
Free pennants to ride diddick
Independent so sign cynic
Don’t mind critics still throw lines vivid
In a moment grow nine innings
Reborn blind mimic
We drew the line now side with it or lie in it
Break Bread
Stay Fly—No Fronts--Let It Be

Break Bread
I break a sweat to my soles
I break off—Break my leg now your dying alone
Tough luck
Tell me the truth
Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets”
You’re in it to win it by mimicking
And that’s how it goes
Break Bread
I Break a Heart but not Souls
I Break Bread
I’ll break my bread with my foes
What’s up?
Tell me the truth
Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets”
You’re in it to win it by gimmicks
And that’s how it goes
Track Name: LA Raiders Hat
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before there was “Mictlan” before I had haters
(fuck em’)
You can find Mike in a hat that said “Raiders”
(right)
Pops used to say “Stop dressing like them gangsters”
That never left it always stayed with me
So I stayed alone I strayed from home
I bond to make amends where the pages bend
Out run the outcome Son strong wind tunnel
Down pour when the droughts done
Build me up to break me down
Divvy up Hate Me Now
82 to 8-outs to 80thou’
Baby steps pay me pounds
I’ll wash my hands and walk away
Clean Money, Team Hungry, Dirty Style
The Ghetto is cold all that glitter ain’t gold
They say you’re better at home
You (I) need to get on the road
That’s where my heart’s at
It’s either dead or it’s gone
Never let it get old
Walking Young Corpse
With a Veteran’s Souls

Cuz My Strife
Is all I have
And yeah This Life
Is all I got
And if I do right
Then it ain’t my bad
But if I do wrong
I hope I get what I got coming

And I put that all behind me
As in behind the scenes
Where nobody else can find me
Fuck That! A Mexi-can can’t sell?
Don’t sign me!!
This Independent Hustle pays off
So we keep grinding
But they say us Chicanos are too political
They’d rather see us in Lowriders
Acting stereotypical
Don’t get me wrong
I’ve been on the block in Low-Lows
Watching Po-Po’s taking photos
Of tattoos off Cholos
Ain’t nothing glamorous
Seeing your people treated like animals
The Ghetto is not Fabulous
In Los Angeles the cops are in on it
Cocaine and Trafficking Immigrants
Through the Mexican Border
But they can’t deport all of us
Swimming through dirty water
Those “wet-backs” ain’t citizens
Till they come with 16 years of labor dividends
I was always a “spic” wiping my face clean from spit
Smile when I’m pissed
Then cleaning the blood off my fist
Track Name: Fire On The Watermark
Hello people
This is the friend in me
Hallow ground speak
You hear me listening
Hello family
We got a (this is a) long way home
Another struggle
Another enemy

And may God bless you Mr. Rosewater
Not a dime to the ghost hunter
Slaughter in the bone meal
Make it hotter for the cold summer
And I heard it’s a long way home
And I ain’t going back
Nah don’t bother
Rather die on the slow hunger
Father and a Role Model
But we’re Born on the Road
And you know we alone
It’s a long way home
When that night hits
Cold air in my duct vents
A second behind my own breath let me catch up
I hope I find you a way
Off the beaten path
Beating a sore chest
Till the heart starts beating back
Fancy of me to notice
Write you an opus but not this
We don’t own it get it while it’s hopeless
Maybe my time was over before it began
Sitting on the shore line
City on the sea sand
Drinking memories like melted margaritas
But with a blank expression
So it’s hard to read us.
Taking it all in letting it all out.
Sick of the same shit sick it of it all now.
Tell em I’m not right
Front on me on sight
Can’t tell em’ it’s all right
I’m fighting that good fight
But really what’s good
Nah, really what’s good

And I’ve been on to the break a dawn
No tongue No native song
No gun No pay to the cost
Lay the cross to the favorite son
Made it off for the maiden’s heart
Cross stitched in the vest
Where we made a mark
Far from the very start
Home never looked so bad
Fire on the watermark
Where the last wave broke
And the sidewalk fell apart

Hello people
This is the friend in me
Hallow ground speak
You hear me listening
Hello family
We got a (this is a) long way home
Another struggle
Another enemy

Hello to the dying
Hello to the living
Let it be Let it be
Today we walk
Tomorrow we run
We slept last week
So to all the young
No respect for the old
If no respect is given
We respect ourselves
Respect each other
Till the respect has risen
We were always listening
Track Name: Northstarrr
Whether motto or mantra we cross hatch serrated
Monster squad awful the alma mater is ancient
Blotto and stitching auto-mannequin face-lift
Pressure for product tension to target modeling patients
Chemical agents in a dissension embargo
Attention complacent misplacing the cargo entering Darko
Spyhunter come shark cutter contributing sorrow
Face eaters burn odd fuckers we flux til we charcoal
So burn baby burn to the urn heavy / Lean levies
The mean streets will peel your bean back been ready
Never seen feddi obese to lean cheddy
The meals vary or come quickly it fucks with me
Stomach like a rolling punch head rock steady
Lock stock top heavy at a strong heading
Late start great finish 8 hars hard and 8 bars diminshed
Not for fake hearts fade scars or face hidden

Midwest West Coast Doomtree
And what?
On one, all heart, no sleep
You better follow the Northstarrr
We freeing slaves up here right outta the courtyard

And it's that midwest movement
I wave a west coast black flag
Mictlan moved in the LA transplant
28th & Hennepin at that Doomtree Mansion
Waking up with that girl again on Park & Franklin
Go to East Lake start speaking spanglish
Now I rap on 1st and 7th
Mainroom status
Lived here in '98 for 10 months knowthat
I remember Soundsets and Headspins at Bon App
Knucklehead no gat just a boy from the Westside
Told me go back now I'm back for the first time
Off my block still worry about drive by's
But Chaka said that's "Real Talk! Words that we live by!"
So I'm okay and I'mma do the damn plan
Til everyone like "Oh, Mike? that's my Jean-Claude Van Famm"
Rap started back East then went out West
Now they love em down South but tell me who got next?
The Midwest

Midwest West Coast Doomtree
And what?
On one, all heart, no sleep
You better follow the Northstarrr
We freeing slaves up here right outta the courtyard
Track Name: Butcher's Lament
GET EM’
GET EM’
GET EM’
King Meatcutter, bring the beef hook-up Uh
Sing that street stutter, fiends for sweet hunger Huh
Meet the team we come teeth with wings under
Cleaver tied to a shotgun
Gunpowder covers the cut
And what?
Levels new to the earshot
All bangers.
Pedals move to the gears lock
Odd language.
Slang of a Lost Angel who used to fear God
Now I talk to him and walk anxious
Live on low rent, die for the moment
Scrape the meat off the bone
Suck out the marrow when it’s broken
And we’re holding their souls
And the ghosts are now golden
Close to the chosen
Closed to open-focused

I blow skama harder to find than Osama
No Drama
Life’s an Action Packed Comedy right?
Zoot Suited zooted in loot putrid
The duke rooted foot in a trump muted
Loop Mutant
Loom on a stoop
Puking and group youths in youth groups
Regrouping super human cooler kids
Born brooding, butch and brown Brutus
Storms brewing clutch the crown or clown clueless
Take notice Take arms or Take orders
The Take Over is up north outta these lake waters
Minnesota cold shoulder
No coast No genre
So we go farther So deep don’t bother
Each one teach one educate your damn self
Get your image up
Are you coming through your hand-held?
Motivate make the motor shake
Or break the fan belt
Run-it into the ground
Roll-it till the wheels wobble
Lobby the long shot
Hold-it when the swish fallows
It’s a cold night I hope these fish swallow
Gonna catch me a pig
Gonna kill me a model

GET EM’
GET EM’
GET EM’
Face it you want our momentum
Cuz now it’s paving the road…

BaMF the Butcher
Call me to cut the meat, fucker
Bloody as all fuck
Damaging heat seekers
Sleep in the muck
And I’m feeding the teeth flutters
Bleed on a buck
Cleaning the blade in deep gutters
Out the Meat Market
We murder for marksman
Head on the wall taxing
Body made into carpet
And I ain’t calling out names
I’m calling the bluffs
Calling the stunts novice
Calling all paid homage
Cauterized to the cause
Probably cause I’m honest
Ornery and Modest
Far from an Artist Honest
Live for Tomorrow like Today is not promised
Leavin’ Last on the Earth
Family first into the dirt
& That’s On US.
Track Name: Head Full
Head fulla Blood
Heart fulla Dreams
Eyes fulla Fire
Mouth fulla Steam
Hand fulla Beats
Fist fulla Mic’s
Chest fulla Shots
Gut fulla Knives
With a Head fulla Blood
And a Heart fulla Dreams
With an Eye fulla Fire
And a Mouth fulla Steam
With Hand fulla Beats
And a Fist fulla Mic’s
With a Chest fulla Shots
And a Gut fulla Knives

I don’t write for the choir (I am not the preacher)
I’m a dead man talking through knife on fire
With every breath that I leave in this graveyard
Hope it’s best that I sleep at my headstone
What’s in a namesake? What’s in a safe home?
Is it a sanctuary? Or is it a payphone?
Tied to a gun on safety
Dial Fahrenheit 9/11
Save ME
You're hungry like the cries of an animal
I’m hungry like the eyes of a cannibal
When I look in your direction, ATTENTION
Hook, Line, and Tension
And there’s more young & broke
Sore tongue and throat
Frozen ghost in a hot shell
Newborns lukewarm for the overdose
Give it to Mikey?
I’ll eat anything and shit lightening

Dead to the World, Fed to the others
Die on the vine from divine inner-struggle
We stand side by side and still lie with each other
Like “eye to eye lovers” eyelids never flutter
My sister is MY keeper My brother is asleep
My wrists are getting weaker from holding up the weak
Cross paths with the devil and walk like a God
Spit germs on a planet and hope it evolves
But I’m a mere mortal
Ignorance is my order, Common Sense is my bliss
I don’t fear what I can’t see
Seen a ghost turn to a man and plant feet
Seen that same man turn to a blank sheet
Cry in the rain, Talk to the wind
Fire in my veins, Dry Ice in my grin
Bloody Eyes young banshee screaming to see 25
Phoenix take flight, if I crash then watch the rubble rise

Fall asleep to the cries of a maniac
Break a leg to beat of your own drum
Be the 13th sign of a zodiac
You pray to God even though he won’t come
Fall asleep to the cries of a maniac
Break a leg to beat of your own drum
Be the 13th sign of a zodiac
Don’t believe in death even though it will come
Track Name: Head Fuller
Doomed as outcasts
Crowns fit for misfit degenerates
Dead presumed to outlast
Paranormal psychosis psyche corroded
Cycle that opus life is hopeless
Siphoning flight from locust
Soldier more Maximus
Mythical Greek ghost
Hired by their capturers and
Non-Negotiable
Recluse socialite
Reduced socialist
I escaped the baptism and
Swam with the Ocean Wind
Lines laid from lineage slang bastards
Slander the language and we’ll hardly
Gander Back
You’re polyrhythmic we’re problematic
Gander Back
You got problems with it?
We’re probably at it
Gander Back
Sediment sentiments
Send em’ in and send him his severance
Job done, so long, so well
Eighty two to 84 with Orwell
98er war lord 9-5 swords held
Wilder the style more it precedes the technique
Don’t sweat yourself
The best defeat is one not left alone
Death will roam wherever the buffalo pass you
Hold your stature don’t run unless you have to
And homey don’t play the catch up
Play the Catcher
I’ll be the pitcher pitching a picture perfect pitch at you
Papa don’t take no Mama don’t want none
So we waste not
No taste test then lace up with boots 8 knots
Chained to a storm cloud
Don’t act like rap is yours now wasn’t ours to begin with
But too many knocked the door down
So we Set-up Get-up Head-up the action
Free for all fall for nothing standing active
On some passion
Thank us the faces are mangled and still managed
No more safe passage
No more “brave savage”
Mouthful of bad luck and
A head full of damage
Track Name: Young Hunger
Young Hunger
Aggy when we talk
Stagger when we walk
Dagger on the hip
Baggy of that Cali bomb hit
Cold Iron Screw-faces
Never pose for these Old Timers

Dollars are dime a dozen
Good Golly Dali’s Denali
Hollywood sloppy the budget
Bali pick up the slack
Lolly gag to a body bag
Gag the body guard
Never got him back
Prolly in somebody’s car
Freedom affordable
Vulnerable foreign attacks
Feed em to foreigners
Fade into white forging the black
Forcing the poor in disorder
Sorted by class
Shore to a Shore
Shine in the sea
But not sure to attract
Get your Head Shot-Lights On
Teleprompt that
Dead waves-Mic’s On
Tell em’ all Lies
Get the Best Spot-Right or Wrong
High Class
But the camera stole your soul
So your sold all the young minds
Bloody Hammer Boy
Butcher butching hella steaks
Cut the category
Busters telling on themselves
But I don’t hate the hate
Welcome it with open arms
Squeeze suckas till they suffocate
Send em’ on their own accord

Young Hunger
Aggy when we talk
Stagger when we walk
Dagger on the hip
Baggy of that Cali bomb hit
Cold Iron Screw-faces
Never pose for these Old Timers

Glory-Glory holla at a playwright
Scholar to a ripper Turn figure the pays right
Daylight tripper, Slave to the blade
Braver to bang bigger
Fangs thicker quicker than painkillers
Hey killer your triggers run vigorous
Hiccups to split up the vein filler
Brains fill up will in Vain realer
Than propelling the fame kick-up
Watching the flame flicker
But you ain’t killing the game killer
You one in the same villain
Bad business
Just to clipper the grill in
Diligent figures too twisted
To fill out the fillings
Too big for ya britches
Too small for that white tee
You’re either too dumb for the riches
Or too young for that pipe dream
I’m part of a grey race
Follow a Bad Religion
Out the heart of this great escape
Harder to pass wisdom
Stare at a blank face
Ask em’ if that’s livin’
Snap Shot Lean Back
We’ll make it a fast gimmick
Bloody Hammer Boy
Butcher butching hella steaks
Cut the category
Busters telling on themselves
But I don’t hate the hate
Welcome it with open arms
Squeeze suckas till they suffocate
Send em’ on their own accord

Young Hunger
Aggy when we talk
Stagger when we walk
Dagger on the hip
Baggy of that Cali bomb hit
Cold Iron Screw-faces
Never pose for these Old Timers

And I guess it’s all in your mind
A perception of time
You can’t leave it alone?
Me either
I stress till it’s all outta line
Till my method is blind
IT won’t leave ME alone cuz
IT needs ME
And at best I’m only a sign
Pointing any direction designed
Standing alone
The Lone Leader
Not the Holy Roller or Lowly Divine
Cuz the Soul slowly divides from a hole
In the mind that grows deeper

Young Hunger
Aggy when we talk
Stagger when we walk
Dagger on the hip
Baggy of that Cali bomb hit
Cold Iron Screw-faces
Never pose for these Old Timers
Track Name: Prizefight
Born 7-8-1982 coming at you live
But dead cuz I'll die the second I'm out this sound booth
A sight for soaring eyes living normal story lives
The old tale that be like "Oh well, it's before your time"
14 years down the line since I wrote my first rhymes
IT feels great I'm glad I made myself wait like past lives
The Deity got hired, fired, then back as a re-hire
Tired of jobs ready to grind til I retire
I don't know what I'm doing I keep my eyes on the prize
Born again southern California orphan in origin
From orchids to scorpions metamorphing my audience
Sorry if it gets obvious or if it gets boring just already know
It'll all be over soon as I'm done recording it
Daddy was a Vietnam vet Mommy was a convict
"Mike we already know, man. Why don't you just get off it"
Well I'm being honest with the topic of hardship
Kingdom come God sent freedom don't run from no conflict
I don't know what I'm doing I keep my eyes on the prize
I promised my friends I'd have ends to spend with them
I promised my bigger brothers they'd see they youngest of us win
I promised my crew Doomtree would compare to nothing
I promised Lazerbeak I'd come back to Minneapolis hungry
I promised my family that this was just the man in me
I promised my girl the world but only gave her insanity
I promised myself good health, wealth and consciousness
Then I promised to God I was gonna keep all my promises
I don't know what I'm doing I keep my eyes on the prize
To my surprise fought people twice my size
To your surprise struggle would get to many lives
And you can't always get what you want
But when you've wanted it for so long and you get it it's gotta be good
From a phoenix to a pigeon to a dove
Till my 6 feet's been dug til they pull me up above
Til the flames surround me til they drown me
I could never give this up
I will never give this up