1. |
Last Breath
03:53
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I write my verses in cursive call it calligraphy curses I paint a picture with my words built the coffin for your hearse and etched out your granite tombstone with rest in peace you fuck boy vermin dug the shallow grave with a garden rake then wrote a beautiful sermon but what a burden I'd rather just toss your ass in the furnace let you burn in eternal flames my assertive inertia is for certain
Impressive vocabulary
the flow they will worship
your vociferous bars only bore them
I'm the captain of my teams warship
I’m a vicious bishop on a mission
To Break your spiritual condition
Then destroy your vessel in ways
That even God wouldn't witness
I need a doc or physician I'm sick in need of prescription please quiet these voices in my head That I've grown suspicious to
the proposition I'm in opposition to but I love the competition I've got too much ambition
Just a militant magician with a twisted vision and intuition that has me swimming in riches and working on my nutrition
My fears are rushing I'm running from something cunning I'm gushing the demons winnin from tigers blood they erupt from they cutting they coming out and he's breathing the devil is telling me that our agreement
(nu uh) no longer up for discussion
I just want to be loved
I just want to be trusted
I pray that I am forgiven
If not it wasn't for nothing
I would parlay with the devil if it meant my brothers would make it to heaven
I sit here reminiscing just wishin things could be different holding your picture up to the mirror I can't see a difference
I called up mama she says we laugh and talk the same I'm still in pain
The barbiturates have kicked in
Please excuse my belligerence
Load up the clip
The shots that I took
Were deliberate
The drugs I'm on have me speaking in gibberish
The tears have got me illiterate
So cold inside that I'm shivering
How could you be so fucking ignorant
We even share the same name
What a shame
I'm going insane
Michael Steven
Let me say this
It's better then Amadeus
Your favorite movie
I've watched it a couple of times
While I wrote a couple of rhymes
Truly It didn't move me
I flip through your journal
Cling to every word and
Work on trying not to be so fucking hurtful
Maybe our name can have a purpose
Maybe I can be of service
When the curtain closes
And all this pain and anger comes to surface
See I am just a normal person who used to smoke a lotta herbal
Became addicted to drugs
And crashed into every hurdle
Running in circles
Being this verbal hurts I might need a referral...
To a doctor as I turn the page in your journal
I almost forgot her name
I guess we are the same what a shocker
I don't mean to be awkward
But Paige is off her rocker
I wonder if someone dropped her
On her head or cocked and knocked her into a locker some days I wish instead they woulda just shot her nobody stopped her from taking her meds which would have kept me soozie fed sorry sis for being so improper
Who's bright idea was it rip us apart when we were adopted I got her number I should just call her but then I ponder why bother what's a brother without a mother and father or a dollar without any water
My fears are rushing I'm running from something cunning I'm gushing the demons winnin from tigers blood they erupt from they cutting they coming out and he's breathing the devil is telling me that our agreement
(nu uh) no longer up for discussion
I just want to be loved
I just want to be trusted
I pray that I am forgiven
If not it wasn't for nothing
I would parlay with the devil if it meant my brothers would make it to heaven
I hope you make it to heaven
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2. |
Resentments
04:05
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Welcome welcome welcome
to michaels guest list of resentments
checking off his checklist
Maybe he can sleep again
If he gets it off his chest
First of all
fuck you
mike and Paige
A k a
Mom and dad
If you could
Call it that
maybe I'll
Take a page
From your book
And never fucking call you back
Too livid to be civil off the liquid spirit I'll crash your civic into the house of your siblings and my critics would still say that he's fuckin driven. Imma witty wicked dim witted twisted addicted son of an asshole who couldn't give a lyric cuz I've mother fuckin’ reached my limit. Like oj I'll write a book if I did it then get charged with premeditated admit it and because of my pigment I'll still get acquitted. send you the ticket from my drive by while you're in prison, the cop pulled me over cuz’ your damn civics windows were too tinted! Im too frigid so I fidget with your woman no glove it wouldn't fit in her kitten it was nice I only lasted a minute but then she tells me that she's pregnant, FUCK I tell her that I'll take care of it, (ha) I’m just kiddin!
I come from a bloodline of dead beats and drug dealers
Their legacy ends with me cut the dead wood from my family tree
Then burn up the remnants to warm up my cold heart hands and feet
just to say that they did something for me
I am the weak and weary
Cunning hungry
Visions blurry
Been up for the past four seven thirties
mixed liquor with About four to seven more thirties
If I get caught that's a cell until his mid to late 30's
Fuck the p.o I ain't going cuz my piss is still dirty
A depressant for my depression
bottle of 100 proof
"I'm fucked up"
The only time I could slur the truth
I went from party animal to
Life unmanageable
Liable to do anything
Off the smack and botanical
Slave to the tyrannical
Trying to escape my mind
That dictates my every move
I got too many dead homies
Fuck a rap career
If I could start from scratch
I'd ask God to remove their fear
My brother died 24 hours ago
And if I sought Him a day before
I could have helped
but thats my cross to bear
so i shed a tear
i am my brothers keeper
i wish you could have met him
In addiction got a sickness the reaper standing at my death bed soul affliction in contradiction
To the deeper meaning of being a sleeper
With walking stiffness take a breath this is gods jurisdiction my soul is cheaper when I'm vicious I am one when I have stillness
I come from a bloodline of dead beats and drug dealers
Their legacy ends with me cut the dead wood from my family tree
Then burn up the remnants to warm up my cold heart hands and feet
just to say that they did something for me
slept the pain away and swept the hate under the staircase shed the fear of living when I had myself a fucking witness.
(What the fuck is he even saying?)
Who's next
Oh hey asshole It hurts me to speak your name and I know you're dumb so I'll say it slow.
(ready? here we go)
Fuck you times infinity squared
For beating on my grandmother when your ass was impaired. That woman saved my life and I might just make a special trip to your trailer park one night. Fuck a beretta I'll bring a baseball bat so I can hear the cracks of your knee caps and see if you can even stand to put up a fight.
(Oh no he's lost it who the fuck gave Michael a mic)
Back to you mike and Paige fuck you again for those social service visits that ripped me away from my sister damnit I miss her.
and to the lady at brusters
fuck you for only giving me 2 when i paid for 3 scoops
cookies and cream is what dreams are made of
I come from a bloodline of dead beats and drug dealers
Their legacy ends with me cut the dead wood from my family tree
Then burn up the remnants to warm up my cold heart hands and feet
just to say that they did something for me.
Held a resentment towards my father like how could you do that to my mother not my biological but the one that showed me love and took care of me when you were too busy to pick up the phone or to even come visit me?
He's dead now the beef is over
we’ll see
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3. |
Midnight Flows
03:52
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Mama I love you
I mean it
(drunk)
I'm stuck somewhere between remorseful and heartless sos is the Morse code of my immortal souls heartbeat contemplating the significance of property when apparently my demise is only 6 feet deep
It's hard to sleep when you don't want to eat
Victory can only occur when one admits defeat
The devil in disguise is the minds deceit
It's hard to give a shit about chakras
When your cousin walks and sleeps with a chopper no matter the pigment I want to see all of us prosper and eat
(damn)
Please someone wipe the tears from my mamas eyes
I can't stand to see her cry
My entire life is a lie
I wanna do right by you I mean it
I wanna be someone you can believe in
I just can't see it happening this evenin
(i’m sorry mama, How many times you gonna hear me say that mama)
Pack up the bags let's get it
We're going on a mission
Burners got the minutes
The only digits them hood rats are gettin
I'm sick of sellin drugs
I'm tired of spending every single night in the clubs
Man I wanna make a difference
fear has got my vessel constricted
I'm lifted
You and your homeboys lookin way to
Suspicious
That's why we choose to move with the nickel
All the testers are missiles
Remedy for your sniffles
And the Profits will triple
Allegedly we cripple enemies
That fuck with the equity
The recipe has been the same
Since the seventies
I rarely brandish weaponry
Eventually
Jealousy will be the death of me
(Damn)
Or the legacy of felonies
Fuck therapy, the judge and the deputy
women and chemistry
Are the remedy
Rest In Peace is the destiny
Rest In Peace is the destiny
(My demons always seem to be 12 steps ahead of me)
(Have you ever felt so afraid
Or ashamed of your past mistakes
That you swore you'd take them to the grave
Your soul it aches
Your heart it breaks
Are you willing to go to any lengths
find the strength
Michael Remember Your life's at stake)
I'm about to unleash
The beast that's locked up in me
Hide your kids clear the streets
And alert police
Call a priest
I'm about to shoot this Jesus freak
And snatch his Jesus piece
Cuz I need relief
No I am not at peace
No This is not defeat
Knot in my fucking stomach
No I cannot eat
While my demons
Feast on fucking dope and bleach
Mama I'm sorry I couldn't
Be there when you needed me
Or sober at your sons funeral
May he REST IN PEACE
never mind how that piece of shit
treated me
Never mind how he ended up leavin me
Michael leave it be
Mama please believe in me
Believe you me
one day you'll see
That I am not like him
And he is not like me
Down another bottle of gin
It's time to let the demons free
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4. |
Revenge
06:48
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5. |
Back To Drinkin'
03:44
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6. |
Medicated
02:02
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7. |
Better
03:09
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8. |
Low Vibes
02:52
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9. |
Faceless
03:21
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10. |
Outro
01:41
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