my name is Michael and Im originally from Manhattan, New York City. I live in Jersey City right now (easy access to the city) and Im just trying to make some good music for people to be inspired by and perhaps relate to to get them out of the times which I know are more than enough.
I will produce beats on reason five and use ProTools to record and mix/master what Ive written in Text Editor Im a one-man show.=
Ive been doing this for close to 20 years I was introduced to it by creative writing class. I took in my senior year in high school, and I really got into the imagination and thats writing about it. One day I decided to rhyme because I always admired Eminems talent, and saw that I had potential.
I grew up on the upper East side of Manhattan during the time Harlem World was big and the gangsters from uptown so just big Al and his crew HFL quotes for life. We come down and beat up the public school kids near my school, which would then go after us and if anyone got touched by HFL they were never seen again anyway Abby came friends with someone. I considered my brother named Robert. Ive been through a lot of bad situations for example. My mother almost died when I was 12 and my father had to leave the house when I was five. Also, I was bullied until 12 and then afterwords got a haircut and a makeover and suddenly I was treated with dignity and respect. Morceau in my senior year was my leader year because I was muscular and everyone was still in Rose petals at my feet and thats not an old exaggeration. In terms of journeys, Ive been through Helen Highwater to get to the place. I am out today but as Eminem sad and not afraid you have to first go to that place to get to this place and Im glad Im who I am because Ive suffered for a long time and I love my wife Carrie.
Besides inspiring people I would like to see make me use money from my house, and if ever tagged to a bigger labels, such as won the likes of Atlantic records, Sony records, DEF jam records. I would be more than delighted to see what my options are right now I can only admit, this is but a hobby.
I compose beats on Reason 5, and write/rap lyrics over them, then use Pro Tools to Record/Mix what I wrote, simply for fun. It gets my mind off things. If any deal came along that'd obviously be celebrated but I ain't holding my breath for any such thing. I hope y'all enjoy . . . maybe I'll still follow through with making it available for purchase with digital distribution, etc.
Yea. . i remember dissing a few old people in the front cuz they were looking at me like i was a rapper (therefore incapable), and i was asked to leave (not after of course)making fun of them using improvisation which froze their heads i.e. blew their minds because . . . it's impressive (not to mention they can't/couldn't do it even if they tried for the last years of their miserable lives)! .
J/K lmao
Eminem, Wax, Tech N9ne, Hopsin, Big L
A Reason 5 template and a blank 'sheet' of paper.
Fresh from the oven, /hot grease spatters the lambs/
I'm makin' a splash/hydrated with gas/light flames with my ass in a can/
Of *whoops*, lit up like the fire underneath me crappin' a tan/
With a snap from the branch/when it's zappin' the handle/I have on life like a flash in the pan/
I've a flask and some cannabis/energy's up eyes brightening/
Maybe that has to do/with the Caribou Lou/and the tablet or two/that floods white lightning/
Throughout my soul's veins, /cocaine locatin' ta' ho(m/n)e base/
Old flames/safe zones/in my own game/to showcase/donatin' my whole brain/
To go crazed/to know thangs/you don't think/would come back to haunt you/
To smoke laced/blunts roach spray/plus propane/hoods bagged up in law school/
Til 'em shnook crooks take oath to The Good Book put traffickers to push/
Half of their stashes/out to the masses/as the first allegations that they could hook/
You figure eights/shiftin' shapes na (na) I don't think so/
You reap what you sew/so shall you reap/bow down to the street like this ground's for beef yo/
Zip your mouths up/you dick-suckin' clowns/" *WHAT?*/what did we do?* "/
You made me proud to be an out-of-bounds boundary breaker *(ah) fuck it me too!/
Every day is just a copy of another and another as I/
Variate from a zombiesque defunct cliché to a lover not a fighter that I/
Can only be when I smoke my weed/got my dosage in me, a bunch of uppers and some other cap-sized/
Tabs I/brand my/madminds/last lines/as I/have my panaceas, / **GULP** thats right/
Roll in thunder my abysmal winters filtered with bottles/
Now if I don't pick up my anti-depressants I'll have (some) bitter pills to swallow/
For real, I almost ended up blasting myself with the steel/
Another statistic man/in a histogram/on the wall of some office/wheel n' deal/
In' pills, psychiatrists/try to flip/my eye a lid/
Dull to make me sane to the state/shades of grey lose their jades/bidin' my t ime to death/
The fluids in my brain restrain/the usual drainage from mutual days/
Of cruel and unusual punishment/due to funded-mental roots I knew at eight/
Confusin' hate with the rules and the shame that the superego fueled with pain/
I knew what to make of the universe when the truth became "The Truth" it aint/
I felt humiliated, /I ain't built the same/but I'm still da' king/
Bob be weavin' the ducks souped up to compete for the muck's stump spud I'm a Fischer mayne/
Blaze you cooked bookworms while I cut da bait they'll anchor/
Themselves into my mind/identifim pushin' spikes in their faces like Hellraiser/
Yell hater from hell/come hell or high water/my L's blaze ya'/
As I melt razors/my shells aim/'ta dwell safe inside of ya' jail chambas/
I'll serve time/servin' time, time and again/
Light years ahead/of the cutting edge/I rap it up in the nicks of my b-b-blunt thats lit red/
Red between the lines/as my frees stump/like tree trunks/light my weed up/
For the week/for the weak/you're the weakest link/genes strung/like they seams spun/
To your bones, /swami's calmy empathize/
Death from genocide through vehicles of death themselves driven to end this ride/
(Yes) - energize exercising our right to tilt what is left/
No middle ground/up it goes down/thrown into doubt/fight the self underfed/
By ourselves a perversion like what Ramadan is to Chanukah is to Kwanza is to capitalistic heartless/
Soft-a-more(s)eize in your submit tense at the/moment-em ink-greasing-us to instinctively go retarded/
Like Clockwork Orange's main character [after his harness is lifted you can tell a]/
Lot of him's gone with the wind split the bottom of his heart [from the top of his cerebellum]/
Oooh, /noo, /another warblin' drone, /
Can't we all relate/freefallin' placed/in a pharmacist's goal/to mark-it a hold/
On reality, but factually, they actually practically/
Know nothin' about the consciousness of consciousness (so) thus they tactically/
Patent these drugs rapidly as a strategy for mentalities/
That have the universality of traveling galaxies agonied/
Unhappily ever after? not with these thirteen capasules unanimously/
Benzodiazapines/half of the reason/I've been seizin' the moments miraculously, /
In fact you can see it -thank(i)fully- when i smoke pif/
I hone in and focus on the notable -tranquility- no one notices I'm *gift-/
Ed, /I'm lifted, /I drift to the sky (then) beyond/
*I fly myself to the moon* "Hell yea! I'm known to "SuR[e] SMOKE A LOT!!!"/
