HELLA FRREAL

by Mike Mictlan

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HELLA FRREAL is the brand new 10-song mini LP from Mike Mictlan available now from Doomtree Records. It features the best Mike Mictlan songs you've ever heard over neck-snapping beats from the likes of Cecil Otter, RedVelvet Beats, 2% Muck, 1990, JuanL, Mike Frey, and Lazerbeak. Plus awesome guest features from Greg Grease, Ceschi, and Aby Wolf.

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released 27 October 2014

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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: benicio DEL TORSO
I keep two eyez on the prize
I got more minds on my methods
I stay reminded of crime
So keep a chain on your wallet
I dont keep weed in a jar
cuz it keeps on killing itself
So I keep on shooting at stars
Now It's hard to keep to myself
Psycho ward talking walls
Goeeng bonkers keep it funky
Full fledged Cali-fornicator
Mexi-melt mix procreator
player hater
Middle east to middle west
Out the little earth
mighty red lake river nation
Out the jungles from the shoreline
Came From the hills down to the killing fields
Bear Witness the war time
Crawled into an LA gutter
Lost a mother left a father
So say that I was
raised by the water
Cuz 80's sherm
burned the 90's hotter
Bubble bubble sizzle crackle pop
Re-rock pump up the block
like reeboks at halftime --
chip that bag dead the kids high before they wake up detox'd
That's not a g spot
Real G's keep their knees knocked
72 hour hold
72 hour hold
5150
Homie where the fuck did I go
Hand cuffs with no links
Zip ties in my kicks
Got that look in my face
Like I took the wrong meds
Ugh

50 gee bail
50 gee bail
One hundred and 87
On any cop who wanna put me in jail


Linked like Cubans
Wrapped in crocodile
I ain't from Cuilliacaun
I'll cut a head off in a pool of blood to the god Mictlan
now 15 of them & they closest
die alone no one noticed
they totem pole has a hole at the very lowest
They modus operandis is bogus
My zone is Oderus Urungus
Get the Balzac - Jizmac
Beefcake Nutz Humungous
Mug, we Maximus
Practice raps in plastic wrapped
Packages
Not a sack of crack around us
C-c-c cookin up
Classic tracks
Sell a t shirt get the reverse
Clothes on my back deeeeeg
Feel the ether now the rebirth
Hit a show go reup queeeek
Pity why go whistle
Fuck a city throw the middle
Fuckem all and blaze a missile
Hit em up when they aint lookin
Or hit em when they lookin crooked, shook the crook took his shooter
Killed a pimp freed his hooker
Made the dealer choke his cooker
Sure the priest give up the robe
Give the mayor my regards
I can't get outta this hole hard
So tell em all I keep my fuckin eyes on the prize
got more minds on my methods
stay reminded of crime
So keep a chain on your wallet
dont keep weed in a jar
It keeps on killing itself
I keep on lighting up tar
& thats hard to keep to myself

72 hour hold
72 hour hold
5150
Homie where the fuck did I go
The cuffs with no links
Zip ties in my kicks
With that look in my face
Like I took the wrong meds


50 gee bail
50 gee bail
One hundred and 87
On any cop who wanna
put me in jail


I ain't bluffin I ain't bluffin
I ain't bluffin deeeeeek
I'm barely livin off this rap shit
I ain't bluffin I ain't bluffin
I ain't bluffin deeeeeek
I'm barely livin off this rap shit
I'm barely livin

Who in the middle like the crease on a Niagara sprayed Ben Davis?
I'm '95 but I think '97
Who think their nouve riche YouTube bougerious Thug Mansion Scientology
There ain't Tupac in your Heaven
Track Name: MID-WEST-COAST
1990 on the beat uh

Laketown brown river life crown three finger doing tree rings and it's still no Kings no Queens we in the city of Prince bumping I Self "Ice Cold" feeling ourselves

Outside First Ave slide to The Entry waggin on the scene pushing a 10 speed punk rock vest custom hat the blk wzrd lives where my Douglasses at? Southside stand up Northside get down West side of St. Paul Eastlake Midtown I was born in CA but I'm repping the Midwest still throwing up LA now we're selling out both coasts Wings and Teeth Blowout the whole gl-izz-obe Spyder Baybie just got a call from that girl Lizzo she at the Clerb Ander Other on the decks everybody dancing they swervin with rubbernecks when Minnesota Vice was living up on the West Bank scoops for your brain we were pitching the best bank surf a crime wave hang 10 on a walkbridge nobody said nothing now they all wanna talk shit alotta yada yada it don't even matter cuz now the party's in your stomach like Yo Gabba Gabba! Gossip from a wicked witch making her toes curl Mictlan's on drugs and he's banging my homegirl believe that dirt on my name I beedat fuckit two tears in a bucket where's the weed at? Minneapolis is ours tell me I'm lying we the Team The Best Team without even trying so what's that make me MVP? nah fam I'm a certified player hater NBD fuck VIP y'all got HPV popping bottles shooting Guardasil TCB I play the back with my hoodie up dodging a punisher Ooey on the Gooey but it's making my stomach hurt you thought Mikey would eat anything correction Michael will crush everything bling bling still a playboys enemy run your jewels your chains even that whack wedding ring

Laketown brown river life crown three finger DOOMTREE rings and it's still no Kings no Queens we in the city of Prince bumping I Self Ice Cold feeling ourselves

Bumping Greg grease, Ill 3, feeling South Side

Jamming G.O.B & Meta feeling St. Paul

Bumping Mac Irv, Toki feeling North Side
Track Name: THA BRINK
To the brink
To the brink young bruvv
They keep on pushin puh puh ppushit

Times grind
On the rough mind in a rut
Lying to the gut break me off something prideful
In sight outta body
My in flight Bacardi
Wont ignite the party
When I’m flying in to Austin
One reality not so close to the next
But
My alternative keep me close to my breath
Stuck
Over-analyze them smarts never pay forward
I paid for it
No line of credit or bank storage
Plus
My currency divided
The crowd react or personal conncetions sum of my masses
Now multiply it
It all eqauls anxiety my motivation
Not from competition
Or mode or mission
Profession no way of livin
I know my limits
And matter fact that’s all I ever know
No Adventure in my country
Borders break the ebb & flow
A rebel just don’t let it go
But I’m at a moment where I question if I’m credible
Tangible goals
Coming of age
Or Man agains ghost?
I don’t know.

Born breached cold feet
Hands Sweat Hold piece
Whoa beast
Slow roll
Straight Creep
Old grease
Still hot
Dirt cheap
Chill Rob
All Gee
You outchea?
We stillchea
N B -- D
Bricks in a wagon blicks on vicmode
BLVD mugs calling dibs on the future
Dirty lipped sugar tongue filthy mouth
Rotten ass tricked out rapper
u don't start runin til they shoot you
Guilty til proven insolent
Impotent villains revealing feelings of insignificance
Sealing their fate
Bone chilling dome spilling
Chrome spinning revolver sizzling
Peeling the face of a diligent
Stoic militant
Sticking the prick in a bottle of ink
Liquor stinking the spitter slicker like
Hit the lick like more than a snicker
Stick to the chips snaxxx & a dip
Quick to Vick half of the vig
Grab & bag gonna pack in more than it fits
Coming of age
Or Man agains ghost?
I don’t know.
Track Name: JUNIOR BLIND (feat. Greg Grease)
And I'm all up on the clean
Hotel keys velvet sheets trunk packed
blowin steam with a squeeze
And I'm all about that dirty
Shoulder lean dick on clean
Sure as shit blurred on hit
We Rollin on a dream
Swervin off the scene
Rap clean
Hotel keys velvet sheets trunk packed
blowin steam with a squeeze
And I'm all about that dirty shit
Shoulder lean dick on clean
Sure as shit blurred on hit
We Rollin on a dream
Swervin off the scene

People pillaging villages dirty money that's filling it crooked coppers concealing it gentrifications building it clean up the gutter under the rug get swept for bugs Took all the crumbs nothing left for us Time to get greasy for the necklace in the land of the sleazy get reckless work until my back hurts strenuous clocked out crumble cannabis dropped out and abandoned friends no doubt you can take your pick favorite kicks or them letterman's times getting hard but we rep regardless thought it was harmless til I started starving call it tax season cuz we overcharging clean whips from that dope game cuz your wealth grew no rogaine til the blues investigated your name pain is burning like propane stressed to the brain like cocaine flesh to the flame and it won't change chrome glocks aim and go bang now you're left i
on a bank in a cold lake stuck thinking life is so great bum luck in a rut with no space fuck a court case i'm on vacay skip the freeway the steady cycles getting in the way causing delay we flip the situation peep the replay

Dirty but i keeps it Clean
Shine gleam & cut skirts
30-teen Stop on dimes
no dropping feenz off first
Lord is vice
The court is night life
Report the floor
Distorted eye sight
State prop cash crop
Fortified like
Top dawgs don't do time
Capos keep the tick tock
Narcs paid on punch clocks
Cops crooked'r than
Question marks
Rocks in palm trees stash
Scramblers in the hot spots
Hollowed be thy name
But Hollywood call it one stop
Finna peak when we get it up
Send the meat when ya need
To cut it up - butcher
Enemy no friend of me
but human centepide when I split em up
Prices on the bed post
Sheet or not
dressed ghost
Ice then
Of Mice & Men
Rats spread most
Junior Blind swervin
publish OCR's to Stevie Wonder
Over zealous zombie chiefs
Rotten Beef the city under
cuttin off heads
cleansing off Mini-tundra
Minneap no mini Mumras
Sota cats in rolling thunder


And I'm all up on the clean
Hotel keys velvet sheets half trunk wrapped
blowin steam with a squeeze
And I'm all about that dirty shit
Shoulder lean dick on clean
Sure as shit blurred on hit
We Rollin on a dream
Swervin off the scene
Rap clean
Hotel keys velvet sheets half trunk wrapped
blowin steam with a squeeze
And I'm all about that dirty shit
Shoulder lean dick on clean
Sure as shit blurred on hit
We Rollin on a dream
Swervin off the scene
Track Name: WILD AT HEART
Let me off the collar I’ma boom! frreal
If you aint Barking louder bite your tongue & lift an ear
gotta chick underbite hanging off my underbelly
Love me’s what they say but Fuck me’s what they tell me
Pretty wanna slam gotta feeling in her tummy
That I’m pretty much the man even without money
Every Watch dog needs a chain
Every lap dog needs a rub
Every love dog wants to stay
& Every stray dog wants ta fuuuck
Mikey go gotti never go Holly hoody and shotty woody for booty
looney for dumbin you cookee for cookie cokey hookin the cook up pussy pullin the nookie
boogie booger plugin the mug up rubber pro’s baby blocker bumpy knuckle Mami don’t call me papi
not your daddy not my daughter
Tell that puppy to get off me
Yo that tooter better hurt me
30 inch wheely's/ Patty cake the
bully bitty acting super touchy feely

We do it all to survive
Wild at heart weird on top
The whole world's
Wild at heart weird on top the whole worlds
Gotta do to survive

Let me off the collar ima wag frreal
If u come up barking louder
Bite your tongue and lock the grill
Alpha male doggies sniff around the underbelly
Keep it real is what they say but
Ur hatings what they tell me
Homie wanna box got that feeling in his balls
That I'm pretty much Tha Mog
half man half dog but
A watch dog never runs
A pack dog never bites
So how the cat got your tongue
When every alpha wanna fight
Mikey get rowdy punches in bunches lunges push ups and crunches won't save you from hundreds of uppercuts muscled into your stomach.
Come back with a gun and bust it you still a punk Muthafucka
Sucks to be you
Gotta suck to be pumpin
Sumthin like pimpin
Suckin the blood of women
You siphon in certain circles
Cycle of circulating distorted opinion
But we takin back the pack
Hackin in the Mack mentality
Actin like rappin aint stuntin faking the funk reality

Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get wild
Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get wild
To Survive The Night
So We Thrive at Day
We Wild We Wild
Wow we Wild
The whole world is Wild
Track Name: SUPER'MERICA
Who the hell is this yeah
Who the hell is me frreal
Hello my mellow this hella
HELLA FRREAL
Call me
Fool-io Iglesias Worldstar Messikan
Bossin on you lissy's
All you shootin at is Pepsi cans
Gotchur misses blowing kisses
At my door Jehovah's Witness
Co-defendent throw the dick
Like loaded dice cold as ice
Cobra Viper hyper than a sniper
When you in the sights ---
nuthin nice
Say goodnight to the poltergeist
Barracuda barracuda
Bermuda shorts beretta cougars
Holllows holler at you
You holler-luya
Never went to college stupid
Woke up said I gotta do this
So you know I gotta do this
Lurkin with mad intent
Perkin on clouds hemp
I'm dergin this whole Clerb
And cloggin the air vents
Nerd alert the Clark Kent
Curb servin a park bench
Disturbing the work
Knowin the legend is far fetched
Thwomp!

SUPER'MERICA!
weezin on the juice
SUPER'MERICA!!
worldstar mexican

hot-tubbin with a what-a-burger
And otter pops filming Dorf does Dallas watching a Houston rocket launch
Kim Jong IL doo haircut terrorist
All u see is work boots
All I build is pyramids
All i see is swimming suits
All You smell is Aramis
All I wear is Amethyst
Staring into cameras
Super America
Weezin on the sandwichs
Geekin on you amateurs
Jackie Chan frreal bwoy
Speakin on you raconteurs
Security cameras
Get tha tape frreal bwoy
Get tha chunks frreal bwoy
Weazin on the ju-uice
Witta Screw loose
Willis be talkin reckless
But he ain't Br-uce
Action sequence
Asses in sequins
low budget comedy
Bernie on the Weekends
Meet me in the deep end
Send you to the deep web
Here's sum bit coin space bucks
Bring me back a dead pimp


Player hater fuck squad
BLIFF mode frreal bwoy
Ponee Bwoy boofey ass
Spoofy ass Choney bwoys
Pop it for a player hater
Lemme see that peen swing
Drop it for my homegirl
She goin watch yo dink shrink
Track Name: so so STRAYNGE
so so
S-T R-A-Y N-G-E
G'd up feet down
OG MC
9-3 2double to 2-15
DT R-ah bring the horror
Alright we in this beast
Ever since I was one of the only brown underground choppin hood hoppin weird rappers around
I been watchin
Waitin to break in
I just been town to town
Shuttin down crowds
Killer for crowns
Trip out I'm illin now
When i say back in the day I truly mean it
Back in the day was
always this way
Bleedin music anemic
Speakin unique teachin the youth
That really in the ghetto being different is something you gotta do
Even if they talk shit that's after Ur gone/ cuz they fear you in the physical form/ let it known You're hella frreal
Whether you do what you feel or doing what's right not just what's keeping it real
when in doubt
Just Be Like Mike no diggity
Cant deport me or get of rid of me
Mictlan in Aztlan
Chicano rebel energy
Evolution over incest my family rap history watch bum rush
Non conformist
Go to war with ideas
Between big dreams
And Nightmarican Privledge
We Break rules -
Hold me down like I hold you up
Don't listen to em lame
Or let em divide
We one in the same - are You



Thinking I’m - strange
When Y’all don’t know nuttin about me
I can get you off that low low boutitbouit
The Night-merican dream
They be telling you I’m - strange
And There’s something off about me
Well I’ma Take me out yo’ box now
I promise.
I’ma Break it at the seams
Or so it seems.

That game is not free,
gotta hack in
limitless expansion
No live video
the camerman is dancing
We All up in the mansion
Freaking out the fancy
we don’t even live here
But tonight all of y'all are crashin
Raw breed I’m a no good nick
Oldie Like Art Laboe
OG like Ocean Grown
Only if I live to 30 something
Prolly just Hood for nothing
Only hood I got jumped in
was a hooded sweatshirt
bunched up
Handed down and worn thin
1 against 5 - wolf against pride
what a surprise you found god
now it’s your turn to hide
Why don’t you ask the children
Trapped outside your building
If they start to fight the power
+How they end the struggle
out the system
Non conformist
Go to war with ideas
Between big dreams
And Nightmarican Wishes
Break rules but
CREAM risen
Don't be fooled
What is it?
Is it the new school or
Did the teachers all lose the lesson
Is it?
What goes around will always come around
But we don't got that over done it style
So you wonder If it's Forever Type
You got damn right ...

Thinking I’m - strange
When Y’all don’t know nuttin about me
I can get you off that low low
-boutitbouit
The Night-merican dream
They be telling you I’m - strange
And There’s something off about me
Well I’ma Take me out yo’ box now
- I promise.
I’ma Break it at the seams
So So Straynge
Nightmarican Dreams
Track Name: LESS'TALK (feat. Aby Wolf)
And we coming straight out my mind
My thoughts.
My brain is on a lock
Looking for an exit
Keep on running
But I’m lost
All I gotta do is talk
But the struggle keep coming
ain’t my fault it’s my loss
I’ma play that puzzle
All I got is my fears and my anxiety/
All I see is my tears and whats inside of me/ and at this moment it feels as if the world is divided/ I’m hiding from myself until I fight it off/ instead I light it up/ and I go right back to feeling placated/ I wanna be sedated, end up being hated by people mad that I haven’t made it/ quote unquote locally famous/ broke out but broke don’t make payments/ on the brink on the edge of falling off patience/
Young Bruvv 30 years of tough love/
From a pigeon to a dove but the phoenix isn’t enough/ so burn baby burn, burn til tha wings fall off/ I wake up with all my teeth when the dreams finally stop/ I could use a good walk, and you could use a good friend/ let’s talk about some other shit/ cuz our problems dont end/ lend an ear send a message in a song/ let's give it up get down get right if


Let's talk about something else
Let's talk about you
Let's talk about me
Let's talk about what we gotta do
To provide each other help
We are legion we are clan
This is it.
There is team & there is fam
And im starting to feel like
There ain't nothing else
Help!


Apologies to friends I’ve used I’m on my bended knees/ All I needed was a push to get me back up on my sweatin feet/ I seen defeat I seen the bottom/ and believe you me there is no God and there is no Devil just a mirror/ it gets clearer and clearer by every hour but my fear is I’m too near sighted to admit it or notice my appearance/ I could blame my life and my parents/ I could blame the world and my enviroment but here I am I wanna hear it/ lets talk about what I gotta do to keep you goin/ what it is that makes me tick/ it makes me sick just to know it/ but not as sick as those drugs/ ain’t no justice with out US/ and right now I need my fam I need my team I need my Dougs/ WHAT?!/ I need a rap career to get me thru the year/ I said rap wouldn’t save YOU didn’t say nuthin about me there/ man, the game ain’t over/ I ain’t going sober/ just don’t offer me nothing except a clear head and a solid shoulder/

Let's talk about something else
Let's talk about you
Let's talk about me
Let's talk about what we gotta do
To provide each other help
We are legion we are clan
This is it.
There is team & there is fam
And im starting to feel like
There ain't nothing else
Help!
Track Name: SELL OUT (feat. Ceschi)
i wont fallow trends and models
hallow heads or bottled feelings
i don't envy friends with ends and
prolly never will stop rapping
i can't see myself in mirrors
i can call it like i see it
i just keep my eyes on prizes
sizing up my plate and eating
i can move a crowd no problem
i can sell a thousand albums
i can do that in my sleep
while you're sleeping
I'm on tour
i don’t have to holler
i can hold a conversation
i start trippin bout my daughter
everytime I get wasted and
i ain't got it like you got it
my pockets are fulla holes
wallet is growing thinner
dollars won't even hold
i don't get it in i push it harder
got it in and push the dagger
yin or the yang wang on em like
what the dang?
And I been wrong than a mothafucka
Been strong as a mothafucka
Soon as I fall down get up and wipe the blood off this ugly little
Mug of mine it ain’t pretty
But gotdamn
I been faced with a time & place
I ain't bout to bop the diddy.

Hook:
Yo What the hell is a sell out
What the shit
I'm tryna sell out a show in your town and get the fuck out
Oh yeahh
With the venom in my mouth
What it izz
It's something like a
big bad wolf coming for you pigs



Baby Youuuu better work it out
Rap is a Terrordome
1 man in put em up 1 man out
Bust a deal, & face the wheel
Get em up Hand to mouth
And I watch the strongest lose
While I watch the weakest win
Gotta Muthafucka payin dues
While I peep em sneak em in
Whut am I supposed do



Better watch the birdie fool
Bet I break a minute clockin
But I bring the sweat and flashin
What it izz what tha fuck you lackin
Passion passion mashin
On any and everything


With a head fulla heart get em
And a mouth fulla brains gotcha
What I gotta give
Track Name: CLAPP'D
It’s all good
No it ain’t cuz I’m thinking exactly the polar opposite
That’s just something that we gotta say when we wanna cover up
Or turn a bad thing, positive
They shootin –
but nobody made em look
They gotta ghetto life fetish
Middle class circus
at a Lower class zoo
Quarter life conflict we all
Drug War Veterans
Not everybody from the hood is a killer or a dealer or a villain
Everybody in the hood wanna do something better
For they life and they children
Anybody ever tell you different
They prolly lying tryna sell you something
Ain’t nobody tryna hear that woofin
Not a motherfucker in this world’ll tell me nothing
& somebody gonna play that game
THEY SAY IT'S ONLY FOR THE BIGBOYZ + GIRLZ 
But every game is really played the same
You gotta play it if you wanna get a turn
Hundred grand in the hand
what chu look at the pistol end for?
Spin it, close your eyes
All you hear is a click
Click – Click Click
HEAR NO CLAP
FEEL NO HEAT
CLICK then….
Whatchu gonna do now?
Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP'D!!
Give the MANN- a HANND he might get CLAPP'D!!

It was a cruel summer
now get ready for a cold winter
Hot burners from slow dinners
Fast Streets
Private Soldiers for dough lenders
Whiter the crack, the wider the white of the eyes in em
And the meth venom
The dope sent em down the river and thru the hoods to red door clinic
Its no different from inherited wealth but
We only inherit the struggle that goes with it
Post no bills Ghosts in a shell system
Scapegoats they worship the lone shepherd
Willingly manipulated -- low effort
But who gives a fuck when you're broke, frozen in gold
Somebody tell me why Abdulle got shot
Was it the feds? Was it a plot?
All I know is I’ma hold his spot
Don’t even trip young bruvv
Hatchmarks in the clot
Last seconds on the clock
Tell em to Shoot for the moon
but not to aim at the block
nuthin bout a glock ever show me
how to Work a plan
CLAIM MY SPACE
Call it State Of Mind-Kurdistan

Whatchu gonna do now?
Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP'D!!
Give the MANN- a HANND he just got CLAPP'D!!