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Rock the Mic

Mykill Miers

It's Been a Long Time Coming

on the instrumental
I be the rapper to death with a pencil
to put 'em in the hospital, they condition is critical
Bruised battered and scarred lookin' all pitiful

Brains

Bogus Blimp

Men-Mic

When the majority of the brain-cells are dormant
the mind is doll, stupid and even lazy.
To remove these condition, therefor we must arouse,

me, conditions were frosty
went back to the drawing, I know I got masterpiece in me so I wasn't bothered
I stayed on my grizzy, & bout a year later they

position, I know where you from
I know where you going I know your condition, you move like
You buss di wine slow one time, Too hard fi let go one time
Come

one condition
Fuck that I rather gun butt ya til the top of your head sinks in
When the barrels filled with blood and tiny pieces of pink skin 
Ill

souls ambition Keep the shoulders risen 
To Control the mission learn off The soilders missing should've Told the children 
Its a cold Condition growin

Summertime in Virginia,
it's sticky as sticky can be.
It's liveable with the climate-control,
of course, that's for a fee.
It was tougher back in

Low light, cold pipes and row mold 
Citizen 24/7 control 
Free will they suppressed by a cold war

Everybody know my face hood is on top 
But nobody

poetry, man
Mint condition intervention, but you're only human man

I'm grateful for what I have, genuinely not trying to complain
Just trying to evaluate

at myself and don't let no one control me

You can see my battle scars
People thinking I won't go really far
You seeing this side of me, you don't know I'm

Fixpen Singe, Grünt, on fait la paire

Ça fait un bail, je m'installe
Prise du micro immédiate
J'prie afin d'réunir les conditions idéales
J'mets en place

Im sitting high

I'm sitting high on the tightrope
If I jump now maybe ill float
Handing over the controls and cheat
Codes in my soul
Don't let my

make you wonder

Why do people fall in love?
When do they lose their self-control?
Is there some power in a touch
That sends a crazy rush
Running through

Time
Is it even mine
Am I in control
I don’t think so

Sometimes
When I see your face
I can almost erase
The bad times

Do you even want me
Do you

real and yet we feel

to take control of this life

Even when babylon offers you

to grab the wrong end of a knife

We take the deal, win the bet

No one will know

I'm bipolar you can cry on my shoulder
We gon' rise and I know it
Take meds try to control it
Time to medicate while alive so I own

life is strong
How will I move along
Will the God of it all come and fix my condition
I don't wanna deal with this addiction
But the urges beat me

Pacify or go to sleep
But I ain't counting past 5
Classify you as waist deep or
Get Luniz if you like
Wrong or right
Those conditions are fixed

has control...but the devil up in me keeps taking over..
             So..excuse my manners but you so sexy...I love a challenge go head and test me

mate
Would love to live nice and happy too
But ask yourself this
Does anyone that you know control
The flow of capital? The answer is no
And if you knew

Mister Northside you have suffered what we call chronic heartbreak
People with what we call golden hearts are more prone to getting this condition

Blind to your deficiencies
Just doing as you please

You sold your soul to take control
And now the whole
Population is prepared
To take you down a step

hearing negativity but leaning on Him through the fray, don't know why I want control, wisdom tells me let it go, there's not a time that He's failed me, if

And god you know
I've tried so hard till the end
To control the fire
Got used to applause
With blisters in my hands

But now its done
It feels like i'm done