1. |
The Midst of Things
02:15
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[ Verse 1 ]
Rollin around in misery
Chest on fire a familiar sting
Smokin’ loud in the mezzanine
Hold it down In the midst of things
All have sinned and fallen short
An undone trial with a wild report
Soak my soul in simple green
A simile for your sympathy
[ Chorus ]
But I didn’t need your love
No I didn’t need your love
Nah
But I’m gonna’ need your love
When I didn’t need your love
Ah.
[Verse 2]
Silent prayers & buddha beads
Keep the devil away from me
A Subtle hint of the potpourri
Hold it down in the midst of things
If I die by the police
Pray the lord my soul is free
Liquid death fructose for free
A simile for your sympathy
But I didn’t need your love
No I didn’t need your love
Nah
But I’m gonna need your love.
When I didn’t need your love.
Ah
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2. |
Forbidden Fruit
03:03
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[Chorus]
I’ve been patient
Your delaying
Waiting
Placing
all the blame on me
Impatient
No debating
This is fading
What’s it gonna be
X2
What’s it gonna be? X2
[Verse]
Lately
I’ve been
Feeling
Like a
forbidden fruit
Patience
Waning
Softness
fading
Facing truth
If I could find a way to make you stay
I would do whatever
It takes (ah)
Your falling away from me
Your fading from view
Has it all been a waste or
Are you taking some space?
‘cause
[Chorus]
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3. |
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[Verse 1]
[MMYYKK]
Who can I trust in a world with deep fakes
In a world Where a black man moving up is somethin’ like playing sweepstakes.
but lord knows I know sometimes a nigga need an escape
‘cause time rolls on while you busy jacking on
And popular discourse is populated with pawns.
On god
I ain’t sweatin’ yo chain nigga
‘cause it takes work to sweat
And work to make change
And I got more than money to make
So you can go head and keep that white noise behind your face
‘cause what you sayin’ to me
ain’t gon’ get us free
and I ain’t got time to waste (uh he said)
[Hook]
Look at all the likes on my pics
for what?
You heard what they said about this?
For what?
Look at all the ice on my wrist
For what?
mind on twist sippin’ Actavis
For what?
You ain’t worried bout what you might miss?
For what?
What about the ops niggas tryin’ to diss!
For what?
Wild out Nigga ignorance is bliss
For what? X2
[Verse 2]
[Ricki Monique ]
Took a page and twisted
To a dark future
Idolized to death
We was hoping for a feature
Brambles and birdsongs
I’m the neighborhood creature
They watch like gold bound
I grew talents in my leisure
Ignant
Gods children
Bore witness to my birth
Before me glistening in dirt
Brought me to the shore
So I could frolic on this verse
The concept is complex
I’m barely getting to the surface
Niggas got big dreams
Niggas be underground living
With a different inspiration
Till they get mainstreamed
Then we all blame the artists
Not the industry
Say the people movin’ forward
But its been this way (been this way)
Try to write hits but don’t (heal my pain)
Then they want me public with a (smile on my face)
This ain’t what I signed up for
I broke my back just to stand this tall
I got vision
All these dreams for my tribe
No more industry for my guys
Probably stretch the defeat and trauma out my thighs
This is when the beat of the drum become my guides (be my guide)
[Bridge]
[MMYYKK]
Please help me clear my mind out
I wish I could reclaim my time (where has the love gone?)
Was it real or simulated?
Was that a bot I just debated? (I don’t even know no more)
Guess it’s all in the game
Watching us go insane
But I still..
[Chorus] x2
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4. |
Loot Pack
03:01
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[verse 1]
For the real ones
For the real, wait
Real.. yeah..
Tried to find life but he found fossils
Tried to move forward now they wanna box
Made is own lane now he got apostles
Fanning on the flames sippin’ cold pop (look)
Niggas really lame wit that lickin’ shots shit
We try to maintain livin’ off the top
A nigga never changed just became the topic
Screaming fuck fame screaming fuck the cops (yeah)
Screaming fuck fame screaming fuck the cops (yeah)
Talk about ops but they all illusions
Politics is washed bro we all losin’
Over all the weak shit pass the aux
Simulated faces with no options (uh)
Dead eyed villains mobbin’ down the blocks
Blood on the badge we was all watchin’
[Hook]
Had to open up the window
And let it air out
put a match to the indo
Don’t let it burn out
Loop back catch a bag with the kinfolk
Then spread it all out
Try to sew roots for the come up
Instead of blowing bags for the summer (summer)
[Verse 2]
Screaming fuck fame screaming fuck the cops (yeah)
Smile for the camera while the bottles poppin’
try to change the channel but it’s all nonsense
Twerk somethin’ jiggle for the TikTok
Simulated faces and they all watchin’
Want a hologram Nipsey at Coachella
stop it..
Artificial flavors for your lunch box
Tried to find life but he found fossils
Tried to give ‘em greens but they want waffles
High fructose for your head top
Inflation on ten got you pocket watchin’
Praying over meals running out of options
Look
Stop blowing bags bro that shit toxic
Niggas triple “P” scamming for the wrist watch.
[Hook]
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5. |
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[Verse1] MMYYKK
aYo what’s buss’n
Pullin up wit the cousins
We tryin’ to function
Posted up with the bredren
Got the dust wit me and it’s buzzin’ (buzzin’)
Got the dust wit me and it’s buzzin’
Black UFO call it Tubman (woah)
Came to swoop bro it’s nothin’
Hit the blunt with the dustin’
Come in peace we don’t fuck wit the government ( no )
We don’t fuck wit the gov’ment ( no )
Beam me down we gon’ slide through the trap
Spread love we just tryin’ to bring you back
To the source, ancient life from the faucet
Black light streaming straight to your consciousness
Beam you up like a Lyft but it’s cosmic
Roll it up like a spliff that’s the process
We on some fly shit (yo)
Smoke wit the gang we don’t want no problems
[Hook]
Came from the stars a million miles above
Melanin poppin’ got your style from us.
f
Ain’t no need to bust
We just pulled up to smoke space dust
Don’t even trip we like some distant cousins
a similar smoke it’s just a different color
Don’t mean to interrupt
We just pulled up to smoke space dust
[Verse 2] Kaleem The Dream
ayo
Eyes low from the hydro
No plane
You gon’ need a spaceship where I go
Black Spock in a ragtop through the cosmos
With about
Five o’s on my (why)
‘cause I’m too high for 5-0
Who need the word I got the gospel (aye)
Who got the herb I need it pronto (aye)
My vision blurred I’m off the fronto (aye)
Loud pack full of black noise
This aint moon rock this a muphuckin’ asteroid
Got me trippin’ like Amerie’s one thing
Arm out the ship lit the spliff on a sunbeam
Like the truth how we come clean and direct
Out of this world I got E.T’s intellect
Getting throwed with the bros who tryin’ to intercept?
Interstellar pig skins hit you in the chest
On some catch a vibe shit (aye)
Gang get you high like the price of college (word)
(Chorus)
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6. |
U Got Me
03:26
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(Verse 1)
I wanna have a real thing (real thing)
With you
All my life
I found out the hard way (the hard way)
Took my lumps with a crabcake on the side
(I don’t wanna break your heart or lose you baby)
I wanna find sweetness (sweetness)
In the deepest (in the deepest)
Parts of you (oooh)
On God (on God I want you)
I want you
forever
And a day
All you have to do is stay with me (all you’ve got to do is stay)
( Chorus )
If I got you
Then you got me x2
(Verse 2)
Just as you are (as you are)
And Just as I am
Together
An Imperfect
Perfect harmony
I’ll sing your song
in the morning (in the morning)
Play the melody across your skin (your skin)
Oh ‘cause I want you
The right way
All you have to do is stay with me
‘Cause if I got you
(Chorus)
As long as you need me I’ll be there
As long as you want me I’m right there
As long as I need you you’ll be there
As long as I want you
As long as I need you
As long as I want you you’ll be there
As long as you need me I’m right there
As long as you want me I’m right there
As long as you want me
As long as you want me
(Baby you got me)
You’ve got me yeah..
Maybe it was your style or your glow
But I want you to know
you got me
Maybe it was the peach wit them toes
But I want you to know
Got Dammit you got me
(I can’t seem to keep myself from callin you)
Maybe it was the smile in your soul
But I want you to know (cause I want you to know)
you got me.
(fade out)
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7. |
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Verse 1
Commas gon’ impress the crowd
Buy the house from ya wildest dreams
I don’t want no fuss to drive my car got one that drives for me
Don’t worry if you can’t pay they check right now
Open up a tab with me
Balla’s always get the broads
Need a spouse for your diamond ring
Chorus
All Over the finer thangs
Growing your debts over finer thangs
All over the finer thangs
Go into debt over finer thangs
(HORN SOLO)
Verse 2
Fall into the hands of God
Give me your keys and your diamond rings
Ain’t no way to hide your “bust down” now
No time for bargaining
Don’t forget the fob for the drop top now
Ain’t no sense in arguing
Wanted to impress the crowd
But found death over finer things
Chorus 2
All Over the finer thangs
Finding your death over finer thangs
All over the finer thangs
Finding your death over finer thangs
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8. |
Visions
03:51
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[Verse 1]
I been up late tryin’ to get mine
And I been trying hard not to rewind
And I been seeing signs of the times comin’
pictures in my eyes got my mind runnin’
I see visions
I see visions
[Chorus]
of we
Me and you, us and them, mamma ‘nem
Visions of
We (you and me, us and them)
[Verse 2]
Tough talkers
Lickin shots
Shottas
Have we lost ya
I’m just askin sincerely
Stay with me
For the long haul
It’s simply
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Look into my eyes see your own reflection
Traumatic stress got u testin’
I ain’t tryin’ to preach
Not a pulpit nigga but I’m stressin’
‘Cause times of the essence
I see visions
Tune in to the transmission
It’s time for a transition
He said it’s just rap that’s cap death threats in your man’s mentions
Get out ya cotton picking mind that’s a Klan symptom
Willie lynch tricks adding to the tension
Worked 40 years fired ‘fore he got the pension
Land of the free, home we ain’t never lived in
Whole world wishing death over black children
Whole world wishing death over black children
Hate make you Ill love is the penicillin
He Try to speak to your heart but your mans killed him.
Damn. (gunshot)
[Outro]
Oooh this pain is just my Luck x 4
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9. |
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VERSE 1 (MMYYKK)
Quarter pound of pain
A couple ounces of peace
Looking for a taste of joy
all I taste is defeat
Depression is a bitch and she off the leash
Sheesh
Picture me tryin’ to be Eloheim
Initiated havin’ sacred dreams
I’m high In spaces paved with nature themes
I see the fine line by the make believe
If your reality is cash rules
You eatin’ paper greens
I peeled the veil back like muffin caps
That’s by any means.
Pouring libations
for the souls of the fallen nation
they runnin’ in place
Holding hatred sacred
I find myself in the inner spaces
Between the gap
Peep the syntax
Where the hen at
Been livin’ light off the dome
where the pen at
Tracing my life thru the synapse
Now tell me what is knowledge to a lost mind?
I kept my soul often wonder if I lost mine.
(Bridge)
Feelin’ pain all over my body
Holding all of your folly
Over me
Verse 2 (Ricki Monique )
Now what is knowledge
To a lost mind
lost soul on solo mode you running outta time
Illusion on the rise
This continuum is sacred probably never touch the sky but
how do I?
how do I break the cycle
My gut can’t turn no further my reflection needing Lypo
My feet been in the same spot It’s final
Stench and I’m stretched out
Ready for the stride but my limbs playin dead now
Death lookin nice
I pay the price for all the lost times
Illusions call it less ties
Some lessons Last a lifetime
Don’t heat rise?
I gotta get that kerosine (Aye)
Ashes in the pit
They don’t even know it’s me (Aye)
Dada told me get it
I don’t even know how
He said hustlin’ in ya blood
I must ran that shit out
Resolution futile
Revolutionize a few my fuse go boom and blew out
My fuse go boom and blew out…
(Bridge)
Feelin’ pain all over my body
Holding all of your folly
Over me
I think I wanna run away
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10. |
Get Free
03:26
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MMYYKK Minneapolis, Minnesota
MMYYKK (pronounced "Mike") is a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, songwriter and music producer from the Inland Empire CA, and currently residing in Minneapolis MN. MMYYKK's eclectic and forward-thinking sound situates itself at the intersections of Soul, Jazz, Electro and R&B; blending analog synthesis and neck-breaking rhythms amalgamated with sonic alchemy. ... more
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