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mike mictlan – omg! lyrics

they call me heavy hands and distrophe
muscles for a man’s man
russel crowe’s feet fighting monsters for a man’s plan
and i’m a ladies gent on an 80’s dime a dozen
a 90’s throwback play with fire and risk the blow back
backdrafts and wall collapse back drops and acolytes
a prayer for the rollerboys, santa claus, and pantomimes
i don’t p-ss the wine i’m past that prime
i p-ss my time asinine and more than half my life is lost to sacrifice
a common tragedy uncommon avenues
i know you’ve heard of a me
all the potential in the world
just needed to adjust his att-tude
and do you know what it’s done to me?
its made me mad at you
people just like me
who don’t do what they got to
no pity for the oblique
greedy for oblivion
seen it thru a looking gl-ss made of obsidian
see the semi-simians
spinning like the ceiling fans
see you when i see you
meet me where your city ends
scenic routes are bleeding raw
seen it once then you’ve seen it all
leisure suits and leather shoes
seafood zoos and caesar sauce
season p-sses see their -sses stickin’ out when they’re screaming “god”‘
oh my god!!

mississippi mud-skipping see me sink into the wave breaks
whiskey sipping tongue kissing slipping outta day beds
california day dreaming, “turn the lights out”
wait a god d-mn minute and i’mma sing you to sleep
chuck taylors fulla river banks swelling higher than you’re used to
drunk sailors call out smelling fires from houston
it’s the vapors and an afterburn, papers and a sack to burn
we exchange looks only afterwords
and only by the written ones slowly growing ever colder
yet they’re solely sitting in the sun buried when the winter comes
she’s a debbie downer doing what her sister does
he’s a donnie darko looking for his pills and bit a fist a cuffs
100%
indian summers and a lackl-ster rent
gully full of ovaltine
sunny liston bully to the c0ke bottle polar bears
funnystyle hollywood
leave their souls when they sold em there
go back east
better slow that beast
before this old crab feast
before this grown man speaks
i’ll get my young -ss shot talkin’ that “f-ck those cops”
got a picture perfect future?
too bad it’s all photoshopped

pirates of the american well being
virus violent selling equal symptoms
you just gotta out source the incomes
in comes the villian dividing vice and victims
vie to die by the devine benign still aligned with stigmas
it’s a sticky situation standing still and satiated
hate the nation, not the nationalist
healthy hatred amongst aquaintances
with the patience of a capitalist
and the virtue of a pasteur
ancients died for your happiness
we’re just dying for their answers
wrote a letter to my country men and post dated the postage
no more than a nom’de’plum romancing the moon and ocean
h-ll or high water i’mma
dance with the dead bones
red palms and all holmes
handed down from said poems
sand bagged and branded for business
begging to be dethroned
gl-ss banks fulla gas tanks that are fulla stones
your fulla sh-t and i can smell it in your vocal tones
poke a hole for a focal point add in total points & overthrows
cuz…

- mike mictlan lyrics

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