The Last F​.​L​.​Y​.​T. (Forgetting Lost Youth 3)

by Mic Flo

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The Last F.L.Y.T. is the last of the F.L.Y. series of mixtapes. It all began with F.L.Y. (Forgetting Lost Youth) then the layover... and finally The Last F.L.Y.T. (Forgetting Lost Youth Three). Each mixtape was written during my residency/fellowship and revolve around a major trip in my life. The Last F.L.Y.T. was written during my final year and much of it was written while traveling to, from and through Malawi for a medical mission trip. It truly was a life changing experience. Although it was at times emotionally challenging, the pride of finishing what I started, the freedom of having more time for myself, and the joy of a new relationship gave me a positive outlook that permeates this entire project. So ENJOY!

O yea, you can download the entire F.L.Y. series at fleezyfleez.bandcamp.com.

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released August 11, 2016

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Mic Flo exquisitely develops rhymes ranging from young, comedic arrogance to the mature, introspective uncertainty of independence. In his projects, he explores controversial issues as he searches to find himself and his calling. However, as serious as the topics become Mic never fails to maintain his sense of humor and wit. As a result, he wins people of all cultures over with his charm. ... more

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Track Name: The Last F.L.Y.T.
If life's a stage... I'm always performing/
Hopping off planes like I'm world touring/
Body doesn't know if it's night or the morning/
But one things fo sho, it ain't boring/
So it's the last F.L.Y.T. but I'll keep soaring/
Cuz anywhere without a mic, to me's foreign/
I'm flying Emirates/ Spittin cold like the innuits/
as I reminisce about lost innocence
The trilogy ends but this is my genesis/
Thinking of my next move & potential benefits/
But its hard to leave the state that I call home/
I feel lost like driving without a smart phone/
But for H-Town, I stay down/
& the ATX'll always be my playground/
In Galveston, I had fun & caused trouble too/
& my time was wonderful in DFW/
So I rep bumpin screw in the BMW/
Comin down as I coming through/
to enjoy life, tryna savor every last bite/
As the plane lands on my last flight/

Chorus
It's the last flight!
Final Destination?
I don't know... (echo)
I don't know... (echo)
I don't know... (echo)


On my first flight, mama said I didn't cry/
I stared at crying babies looking like why?/
would you cause a scene & cry, yell & scream/
when we're traveling & living the dream/
So even at the age of 3, I was a G/
Shout out the fam always having love for me/
Cuz I wasn't always an MC with a degree/
I was a kid lost in a fantasy/
Now it's reality... It's all within my reach/
That's why I'm thinking in Jumeirah chillin at the beach/
The world's mine... So Here we go/
Overconfident... Old dude in a speedo/
Cuz I'm no weeblo... I'm fly like a eagle/
Haters talking evil get the heave hoe/
God runs this... C-E-O/
reppin Bevo as long as I vivo/
Makin' art like Picasso w/ a Easel/
It's fleezyfleezo, I do it for my people/
enjoy life, tryna savor every last bite/
As the plane lands on my last flight/

Chorus
It's the last flight!
Final Destination?
I don't know...
I don't know...
I don't know...
Track Name: All I Want (Wedding Version)
Getting married... Not scary/
Picture honeymoon out in Parí/
I'm your chocolate you're my cherry/
You're my chéri til I'm buried/
That's cool.. (That's cool with me)/
Cuz I don't need no options/
These boppers gon keep boppin'/
But life's better just cuz you dropped in/
You every number in my top ten/
day one I was locked in/
I stole your heart... Now it's mine/
Put a ring on it... So now the time/
Look at how you shine/
Toast to that bring out the wine/
If love is crazy I'm out my mind/
I'm Insane/
Beast that only you can tame/
So let's pop bottles of champagne/
We blowing money like a campaign/
If you hate that's a damn shame/
It's cheesy but that love tho/
Flo & NiNi's the couple/
Flying round causing trouble/
Who knew that marriage would result/
But in my mind there's no struggle/

All I want is you... x3
Now let me tell you I want to do/
x2

Take a lil trip to Chicago/
Classic love story like Zhivago/
Heads turn wherever that rock go/
& you told me get it from CostCo/
You know I'm gon ball out/
Go all in & let it all out/
Like we did out in Las Vegas/
The life we've lived is outrageous/
We'll do it again just have patience/
Now we taking care of these patients/
You got the babies... I got the ancients/
Somehow it all makes sense/
Now you got the pager/
You a captain but we major/
I'm just thankful that God made ya/
in New York watching Fantasia/
On Broadway/
But you're the show I could watch all day/
Classic like Boston Parkay/
I'm half asleep on a call day/
Gettin' paid to listen to what they all say/
So happy when you walk in the hallway/
& that's always
Well... Just forever and a day or two/
Ask me all I want & I'll say it's you/

All I want is you... x3
Now let me tell you I want to do/
x2

When you came to fly with me/
You showed me how fly I could be/
Remember @ work, when you was eyeing me/
@ first I was mean, yea I agree/
But you had a spark I could see/
I was flirting not thinking you was liking me/
But thank God I was wrong/
Now you a captain & I ride along/
Busting freestyles and writing songs/
Now that I'm with you, I pray my life is long/
Girl, you something like the bomb/
& it doesn't hurt that you look nice in thongs
You got me feeling some type of way/
Wake up & know I got something right today/
So this song I had to write today
Can't wait til vaca so we can fly away/

All I want is you... x3
Now let me tell you I want to do/
x2
Track Name: SO. FLY
I'm from the South where we sip the slow/
& like how them thick girls dip it low/
& the candy paint & the rims is so...
Original... In case you didn't know/
I don't stop, I never hear the whistle blow/So the top that's where I'm fin to go/
That's why them girls wanna get physical/
Comin @ me with a mistletoe...
It's not Christmas yo;That's pitiful...
I seen it coming in my peripheral/
Now I'm grubbing on a calamari tentacle/
On the beach as the sands shifting slow/
See my fly life's so whimsical/
But sometimes it do get difficult/
That's when I go hard cuz it's critical/
& strike like Donatello with a Bo/


Chorus

We so fly... So fly... So fly... So fly

Verse 2

I'm from the south where we bump the screw/
& do what we can for the double u/
& where I learned to do what I love to do/
Not what erybody else wants me to/
I used to party non-stop at the double
u/
Now @ the top of the Omni, I love the view/
In the summer when it's hot like a hunnid two/
But the pool feels so wonderful/
See this fly life's so comfortable/
shrimp & steak keep my stomach full/
One day I'll have a fam like Huxtable/
But now I'm still thinking of the stunts to pull/
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I'm so cool... I'm so fly/
That's literal... I'm going worldwide/
& you can fly along... Until I am on gone/
Next stop is the 305 with Ron/

Chorus

We so fly... So fly... So fly... So fly

I'm from the south, where the spice is nice/
In that gumbo & red, beans & rice/
& them boyz everywhere got the greenest vice/
And we lace whips for the obscenest price/
& them gurls so thick like ya feed em twice/
Stacked with the back just to be precise/
So we slow down as we beat the block/
Clutch like when MJ beat the clock/
Cuz they hear the bass and feel the need to jock/
Take care of ya chicks man feed ya flock/
But I tell em, girl you need to stop/
Looking at me like they tryin to reach the top/
I ain't feeding em gwop, not even guac/
& If I got a shiner, it be the bock/
And I always keep a tight beat to rock/
That's how I stay cool when the streets is hot/
Track Name: Reflections (Malawi)
In Malawi, the earths beauty comes upon me/
As my homie walks by me saying Muli Bwanji!!!/
& I reply Bwino, Bwino... Sippin South African Vinyo thinking bout my first single/
I can't reflect when I ain't focused/
forget the hospital cuz it still remains hopeless/
Then I remember her smile & I remember where hope is/
Take me back to when I had the penny in my loafers/
But a day in her shoes, doesn't include walkin/
Everyday I dress her wounds she lets out a scream often/
But when the screams soften, she smiles & says Zikomo/
She's thankful but for what... I don't know/
I guess she sees concern in my eye/
& she knows that I try/
even though infection keeps pourin out her thigh/
what to do I don't know, thinking, sippin' Sobo blowing out a sigh/
it's tough taking care of the jettisoned/
with little equipment & little or no medicine/
So I'm sending up prayers like a reverend/
& tryna be creative something like Thomas Edison
I dun this for a minute so you'd think I'd be veteran/
... But I'm still feeling like a rookie/
Walked into Kamuzu first day & it shook me/
Watching people fight with few doctors in sight/
Morning report is list of who's gon to the light/
It's like

Chorus

I'm still trying to do my part... I guess/
One thing about life, there's an art to success/
We're all blessed with a mind that's the start of respect/
That's why I let my light shine through my art & reflect/
Reflections...
These are my reflections

Verse 2

You ever seen a woman cry watching her husband die/
When you don't have meds & all you can do is try/
So you look up in the sky & you ask God why?
As I'm sippin' Sobo, blowing out a sigh like

Chorus

I'm trying to do my part & I'm stressed/
Cuz no matter how hard you try, you can't beat death/
So I just do my best & give God respect/
As I try to forget & not reflect...
Reflections...
These are my reflections

Verse 3

I'm @ the lake swimming with the Chambo/
When I get home I'm a need some Praziquantel/
Reflecting on my talk with my homie from the Congo/
He wanna help his fam more than anyone that I know/
In the land where they eat nsima for survival/
Believing what is tribal singing hymns from the Bible/
Cuz survival requires more than some Kwacha/
One night without a net, malaria's gotcha/
& living past 50 years old is a toss up/
But... They walk like kings, something like Mufasa/
& I'm loving Nali more than I love Sriracha/
man, their spices even taste good mixed in pasta/
I'm enjoying the sights, scenes, & the sounds/
with Matya now I see how Malawians get down/
I'm sippin green @ Zanzi with Janine right behind me/
Next week, I'm back home with the team right beside me/
Still fly but now we quantify by the kilometer/
Sun hotter than a heater, buying gas by the liter
Next stop I'll eat fajitas with my fly Señorita/
Back home... so as I go Ndapita/

Chorus

I'm trying to do my part & I'm stressed/
One thing about life, there's an art to success/
We're all blessed w/ a mind that's the start of respect/
That's why I let my light shine through my art & reflect/
Track Name: 30
Verse 1
I came down to come up/
Living like I'm one up/
See em as they run up/
Disrespectful cats get hit with gun butt/
Henry Hill style, like NORE screaming What, What!!!!!
From sundown to sun up/
I'm leaving beats done up/
Devil called I hung up/
All that's old shit he brung up/
Charge it to the game, I've wrung up/
A lotta debt/ doesn't mean I've gotta sweat/
I've placed a lotta bets/
Mostly on myself... "Mike, you throwing that all that in?"
Just hung up and then the devil call again/
He's working everyday never calling in/
Hoping that I fall again/
But even when I lose, it's all a win/
Drinking lots of booze with my pseudo alcoholic friends/
Waking up, bad mood, lord forgive all my sin/
Wrong attitude... Like when I'm gone change mayne/
30 years old, still doing the same thang/

Chorus

30 is the new 20
Naw man, just the old 30

Verse 2

I'm spending like I can't save/
They tell me act my damn age/
But still I hear a beat and start going on rampage/
This ain't a damn phase/
I'm feeling stress and rage/
Receding hairline is messing up my damn waves/
They life is just mayonnaise/
I'm cooking drinking wine cut myself where's the band aid/
Grub steak in the man cave/
always keep it medium/
Like life man, I'm just trying to find the median/
But then I fall & start losing, loss we meet again/
Feeling like the Spurs when the heat'd win/
I need a friend/
then my girl beamers what you see me in/ (it's my girl's)
burn a disc and put the CD in/
chill & turn up the beat again/
Like Everyday I'm breathing in it be a win/
Forget about work, all that bad news on CNN
I'm reaching for dream again/
Trying to make fans say Daaaamn like they seen a ten/
Feeling like a child, I'm free again/

Chorus

Verse 3

Age is state of mind/
I'm feeling this my day to grind/
& also my day to shine/
Grubbing on a plate on a swine/
Spitting flagrant floes, I'll pay the fine/
Life's ugly like them hoes at clubs that have to wait in line/
I pray my thoughts stay divine/
Hearing how the haters whine/
When they see me with my wife that is major fine/
Actually, she's a captain/
Who cares what had happened?/
You gotta show me something, quote my boy Demetrius Taplin/
I'm shooting like a Gatling/
With evil I am grappling/
Working towards wisdom like a student taking Kaplan/
Coming up like a sapling/
But often feel l can't win/
Take what they want from me, they can't take my rapping/
I'm hungry got them hunger pains like children in hunger games/
Forget about my plans to God I'm giving up the reins/
Age is not a trap, I'm tearing up the chains/
Spitting more floes than children from mother wayans/
Track Name: so FLEEZY
So FLEEZY

I'm So Fleezy/
So this game is Alabama vs Notre Dame, it's so easy/
Got them dames screaming out "DON'T LEAVE ME"/
I say "You ain't my girl, why you so needy?"/
It's cuz she's was looking at Michael's CV/
@ the same time she was bumping MicFlo's CD/
That's why I'm celebrating like a T-O T-D/
Cuz even with a CT, haters can't see me/
That's why they staring @ my girl, get your own NiNi/
& don't believe everything that is on TV/
I can't rap cuz I don't have guns or tattoos/
& I don't pop bottles unless on they're on craft brews/
& I don't waste do cuz I know that the cash rules/
But I will chill grubbing curry with cashews/
in Dubai, mad views looking @ sand dunes/
Conservative country but I'm wilding like Cancun/ (Fleezy!!!)
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Half these rap acts just sound like a Baboon/
I'm influenced by them classic rap tunes like Black Moon/
THAT RAW BOOM BAP! Damn right my bap booms/
So y'all catching vapors, inhaling mad fumes/

Chorus

I'm so Fleezy mayne (I'm so Fleezy)
That's why the flo is so easy mayne
(So EASY!)


Verse 2

Fleezyflee I spit is so easily/
Nobody can explain how I do it not even me/
That's why I always give thanks to my deity/
I'm sick... get a CBC & call the CDC/
I'm so sick that I'm dead, this my eulogy/
"Alright, alright, enough of the tomfoolery/
this rappin isn't new to me/ the beats an opportunity/
To show naked ass... (NAKED ASS) No nudity/
It's lyrical lewdity/ while I'm staying true to me/
Like a first date... Make ya Go home & google me/
HaHaHa... Great googly moogly/
I'm like Jack Nicklaus when he's stepping to the tee
like Robert Horry @ the buzzer when he shoot a three/
Swish... Reppin clutch city ya bish/
& i keep my fam close so they can give the assist
They say keep your enemies close, I keep em far away/
& when they get near I cross em up like Tim Hardaway/
Why wait for tomorrow, say what you gotta say
That's why I had to put FleezyFleez on display/

Chorus

I'm so Fleezy mayne (I'm so Fleezy)
That's why the flo is so easy mayne
(So EASY!)
Track Name: FLAVA in your EAR
Flava In Ya Ear!

It's the lyrical lion that is spiritually firing/
So ring the alarm sound the siren/
Cuz I'm feelin power like a tyrant/
Not tall but I'm feeling like I giant/
Cuz my mic skills be defiant/
Like a one man riot/ on a beat a day diet/
Devour tracks, always be compliant
So I adhere to this here
Shit, I'm like Abu nazeer with this here
Bomb 'em year after year/
as I'm spittin flava in ear after ear/
I shed tear after tear & drank beer after beer/
Spanked rear after rear/ Conquered fear after fear/
& yet & still here I appear/
Cuz this my sanctuary until the day I'm buried/
Looking @ the world today & the hate is scary/
But... I wouldn't say I'm worried/
On a random Monday, I'm eating steak sherry... wine/
w/ a woman that's very fine/
She's mad busy but for me she could spare the time/
Them other dudes she don't pay em no Nevermind
60% of the time, game works every time/
Sex panther & a success planner/
All cuz I learned how to circle the best answer/
the MDMC gotta rep that/
As I'm spitting flava in ya ear like Craig Mack/
Boiiiiiiiiiii!

Chorus

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear/
Mike's the brand new flava in ya ear/
I'm... Kicking... Brand... New....
Flava in ya ear... Mike's the brand new flava in ya ear/

Verse 2

From Canada to Zambia...
I'm blowing up like the Challenger/
Triple Five's the team, I'm the manager/
Putting mad trophies on the banister/
Getting do & paying off debts like a Lanaster/
While I'm drinking green by the canister/
Comin clean, Bumping Jeru the Damaja/
Uh... I'm just stylin while I'm wildin bruh/
Cooking up mad flava for ya palate bruh/
Writing classics like J.D Salinger/
I put in work everyday of the calendar/
Haters throw dirt i shoot em down like Galaga/
& I keep fans & friends thrashIN like Metallica/
HaHaaa.... They head bobs til their neck snap/
Cuz I'm spitting flava in they ear like Craig Mack
Accept that... respect that/
& before I forget... Where my check @?

Chorus

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear/
Mike's the brand new flava in ya ear/
I'm... Kicking... Brand... New....
Flava in ya ear... Mike's the brand new flava in ya ear/

Verse 3

Im still feelin tyrannical, so feel the wrath again/
with that radical swag just like an African/
while I spit sick like parasitic pathogens/
Stackin' Kwacha, that's difficult math, my friend
But I'm a Richardson so I have to win/
That's why I press record then put it in some packaging/
Cuz I got flava... They got nsima/
Bland... I spit it Nali hot got a fever/
Shit, I'm just a dreamer in my girlfriend's Beamer/
Grubbing @ Mamma Mia w/ my super fly diva/
Haters look in disbelief, I can't believe it either/
Musta been the Funky Cold Medina/
Then I'm in the Carribean sippin on Piña/
Then parasailing with awesome aunt Anita/
These other rappers can't step in my arena/
If they do, disaster, they gon need FEMA/ (Aaaaaaaahhhhh)
But I hope they learn from this setback/
while the beats bump so hard make they head crack/
& I spit flava in ya ear Craig Mack/
Anything else is just wack/



Boiiii... I spit boiiii all the time/
Cuz boiii the rhymes you kick ain't worth a dime
Track Name: SUCKA v1.0
Verse 01.11.15 SUCKKA 110 BPM

Verse 1

Why they always wanna talk about they cash flo?/
when they money tied up like a lasso/
See ballin’ isn’t solely financial/
cuz now I’m feeling like the king of my castle/
with my boy Nick that just turned a tassle/
see his beat got me feeling like a asshole/
writing rhymes chilling with the little rascals/
we gone having bumping this out in Glasgow/
yea… we gone take it international/
then bring it back all the way to El Paso/
Make the girls cross the world drop and dance low/
Thick like burritos from el rancho/
feeling brand new like Shaq in Orlando/
Me and nick use the music as our ammo/
but the Robisons got guns like Rambo/
Dorraine in the side yard in Camo
I’m like please don’t hit me with the blammo/
Naw, that's just Matt holding growlers by the handle/


Chorus

Got em looking like a sucka/
Got em looking like a sucka/
But my flo smooth like butta/
Like skip at the rucker/
Got em looking like a sucka/
Man you ain’t see ner nutta
There will never be another/
Got em lookin like a sucker
Saying damn like Chris Tucker
Got em running to they mother
Now they feeling like a sucker
Now they looking like a sucker

Verse 2

They say, Mike?! Hot damn! He’s a beast/
when I’m jamming the beats, my plan is to feast/
hope my fam that’s deceased/ in the planet of peace/
where everyday like chilling in the sand of the keys/
or balling out in the Caribbean
in the Dominican feeling like a kid again/
I really need to vacation again/
Now I disappear in beats & I get it in
It's like Ohio State verse Michigan
You know O-H-I-O gon get the win/
& celebrate with cheesecake made with cinnamon/
We be killin them cuz we be diligent/
That's why when I spit you be feelin it/
But I'ma post up and chill a bit/
In Gem City, Gem Gem City
Got some mad cool neighbors always see them with me/
@ pies & pint or Dayton Beer Company/
on them fire pit nights where the
laughs come plenty
in the side yard on a friday/
While Nick's running outta gas on the highway

Chorus

Got em looking like a sucka/
Got em looking like a sucka/
But my flo smooth like butta/
Like skip at the rucker/
Got em looking like a sucka/
Man you ain’t see ner nutta
There will never be another/
Got em lookin like a sucker
Saying damn like Chris Tucker
Got em running to they mother
Now they feeling like a sucker
Now they looking like a sucker

Verse 3

We turnt up like Sam doing Crossfit
So crazy I’m feeling like I lost it/
Beat make life turn into a mosh pit
Nick made it so I go ahead and bomb it/
This is how we stay fly like a comet/
& so cold that we’re feeling like we’re frostbit/
So we don’t care about their comment/
Cuz we know they bout to flop like when Bron’s hit

Yeaaaaaaaaa Boiiiiiiiiiii
Track Name: Cloud 9 Loun9e
Cloud 9 Loun9e

Lounge..

Verse 1

It's Mike Mamba... my flo is the venom
But it's so beautiful... like Ethiopian women/
I got em open cuz I'm spittin dope to the rhythm/
They wanna open my denim/ & have me rope em & pin em/
But I'd rather be with NiNi, that's a soulful decision/
Cuz I've been in the dark steady gropin for wisdom/
& I realized it's when I lose hope that I'm sinning/
So I stay positive & keep a hopeful opinion/
Cuz If life is a game I know that I'm winning/
To all the lames, them haters I hope this offend em/
I spit the dopest transmission thats fulla hopeful ambition/
... & I'm still reppin Hip-Hop's oldest tradition/
That Boom Bap/ Thought it was dead? Why assume that/
It's alive & well, no need to exhume that/
Who Dat? I hit em like Vilma for the bounty/
See I stay ill cuz there's illness all around me/
I ignore scallywags & still they wanna hound me
Cuz even when I brag, I spill it so profoundly/
This is elegant intelligence/ relevant irrelevance/
chillin in a room full elephants/
I try to stay benevolent with a devout mind/
Got interrupted by a flight attendant giving out wine/
Says we're about to land... It's about time/
But I've loved lounging in the lounge on cloud nine/

Chorus

Stewardess looking fine pouring out wine/
As I'm chilling in the lounge on cloud nine/
Got my mind on my money, i’m about mine/
but who cares when I'm lounging on cloud nine/
I need a another drink... Yo a stout's fine/
Is what I'm drinking in the lounge on cloud nine/
Man I gotta have it all… It's about time/
is what I’m thinking in the lounge on cloud nine/

Lounge...


Verse 2

I'm sippin bloody Mary's... extra Tabasco/
In the united club before I fly international/
The amount that I travel is sorta irrational/
Financial planner callin like, "Mike where did the cash go?"
But what's the point of cash flow, if you're roped like a lasso/
But I'd like to park an Audi in front of castle/
& that takes a lil more than a little/
So I'm stacking cheese like steaks from ishkabibble/
Cuz money is better as a wife than a widow/
But this life is a riddle/ I'm on a flight in the middle/
Thinking first class thoughts... Being righteous is simple/
Consider mic as the symbol... I'm classic like a Nintendo/
I rise like a crescendo & what I write is essential/
To my life... That's why what I write is so visual/
I'm a bright individual... on a fight for residuals/
what I write is so pivotal, take me right to the pinnacle/
self righteous and cynical with their spite are just pitiful/
Cuz what's the point of living if ya life is so miserable/
All I really need is a mic & pacifico/
... & I'd say that my life is admissible/
I'm a doc... That boy Ike is the principal/
But after work... Yo! Killin mics is a ritual
So I gotta blow up man, it's about time
Is what I'm thinking lounging in the lounge on cloud nine/

Chorus

Stewardess looking fine pouring out wine/
As I'm chilling in the lounge on cloud nine/
Got my mind on my money, i’m about mine/
but who cares when I'm lounging on cloud nine/
I need a another drink... Yo a stout's fine/
Is what I'm drinking in the lounge on cloud nine/
Man I gotta have it all… It's about time/
is what I’m thinking in the lounge on cloud nine/

Lounge...
Track Name: VAMANOS
Verse 1

I feel like all I really know are these rhymes and beats/
that are properly timed and disingenuous with heat/
So tight, the fans can't find a seat/
I run through rhymes like lines by a fine athlete/
Remember that Hawaiian girl at the Klein track meet man?
She had a divine back seat, DAMN!/
Sorry cuz I digress but while I eye success/
I'm distracted by the women with the fine assets/
Wanna show her I'm the SHIT, her man's IBS/
I'm the number one pick, they're slightly less/
That's why nightly, she's with me slightly dressed/
You see them size 12s & them big Nike checks?/
You might be stressed but... drama... is something I detest/
So I avoid and evade. Work like a slave but your boy's getting paid/
Cuz what I spit's so sick like your boy's spitting raid/
A wise guy, you're boy's getting made/
Cuz my style's like troop bout to throw a big grenade/
Pull the pin (pen) out... Cuz if not, my life moves on in a cage/
So I bang out bars like spawn in a rage/
Everybody thought I was going through a phase but.../
Rap is my escape when I'm going through the maze
That's why when I spit, it's going to amaze/
See me on stage just go into a daze/ thinking of the marks made as I go into the page/
That form like Voltron going to engage/
Dog I'm so cool, I was born in the shade

Come ON!
(Let's go)
Come ON!
(Let's Work)
Come on, come on, COME ON!
(Vamanos!)

Verse 2

I feel like all I really know are these words that rhyme/
That describe my life that's absurd @ times/
Looking for a wife, but all I see are birds or dimes/
I don't like, so I just stick to herbs & wine/
But still get distracted cuz they sure is fine/
But I gotta keep hustling, observe my grind/
next to nerds that be getting on my nerves sometimes/
Life curves, so you could say it's serpentine/
I hate birds that constantly disturb my time/
Seems like all the dimes are disturbed & blind/
& I was blinded by her body's absurd design/
But I had to bail like I served my time/
& now I'm free from the shackles of my own thought/
Looking at mistakes like that was own fault/
But I gotta move on... I don't halt/
Now I'm feeling good luck like I've thrown salt/
... Then forget the superstition looking for the true religion/
Not talking bout jeans... I'm talking making new decisions/
That change lives like surgeons making new incisions/
Things change when you're searching for the truest wisdom/
& look strange when you're looking with the newest vision/
See I spit lines not defined by who'll listen/
They're defined by my mind aligned with my newest mission/
To combine beat & rhyme like Nuclear fission

Chorus

Come ON!
(Let's go)
Come ON!
(Let's Work)
Come on, come on, COME ON!
(Vamanos!)
Track Name: WORK
WORK

Chorus

I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Until it hurt... (hurt)... (hurt)...
Overnight shift zombie-like is how I walk this earth... (earth)... (earth)
I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Man I put in work... (work)... (work)...
& when I'm tired I start to wonder what it's worth/

Verse 1

Work three jobs & I'm saving up/
But I feel like I can't save enough/
Made a payment but my debt staying up/
So I work til I feel I'm paid enough/
Gotta go hard no laying up/
24 hours just ain't enough/
Working hard with no play is tough/
So I always make sure that I play enough/
but when the do is low/
& funds starts to slow/
My money man talks til he can't say enough/
About 401... IRA/
Mutual funds... By the way
Insurance... what happens if you die today/
That's what I'm tryna say, that's why I'm tryna play/
on vaca... I'm tryna fly away/
So I work hard to find way/

Chorus

I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Until it hurt... (hurt)... (hurt)...
Overnight shift zombie-like is how I walk this earth... (earth)... (earth)
I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Man I put in work... (work)... (work)...
& when I'm tired I start to wonder what it's worth/

Verse 2

I wished my taxes helped the masses/
Instead of fat cats sittin on they asses/
Most hustle to get to where the cash is/
The other side is where the green grass is/
So I kneel & pray as I my pay my tithe/
Hope my cash helps someone stay alive/
putting in work's how they survive/
& survival is not something they decide/
8
I thank God cuz everyday I thrive/
Even on call looking for a place to hide/
But I really can't hide when the pagers vibe/
& what I decide, they abide/
Always searching for the win, never take a dive
For my goals, every day I strive/
& that's hard work...
& I have faith that im doing strong work putting God first

Chorus

I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Until it hurt... (hurt)... (hurt)...
Overnight shift zombie-like is how I walk this earth... (earth)... (earth)
I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Man I put in work... (work)... (work)...
& when I'm tired I start to wonder what it's worth/

Verse 3

Maaaaaaaaan... I tryna retire right now/
& live off what I write down/
Cuz I been known that I had a tight sound/
That's why I never wave a white towel/
But all this work has me feeling quite foul/
Til I want sleep used to be a night owl/
Now I looking for a way out/
Searching for a pay out/
Stressed all day so @ night, stay out/
w/ a strong brew
& the wrong crew/
Like ill do whatever I want to/
While I'm turnt up on a Tuesday night/
Still thinking how to help patients use they life/
& the ones that had to lose they life/
Little heavy for an off Tuesday right/
Can't leave the grind, it never leaves my mind/
So I use the hip-hop to appease my mind/

Chorus

I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Until it hurt... (hurt)... (hurt)...
Overnight shift zombie-like is how I walk this earth... (earth)... (earth)
I put in work... (work)... (work)...
Man I put in work... (work)... (work)...
& when I'm tired I start to wonder what it's worth/
Track Name: All N...
Verse 09.06.12 All in!

It's the same shit different bedet/
Grab my phone hit play/
& leave my job like Jerry... whose coming with me?
& then it hit me/ I gotta get my rent pay/
& with the rest of it I can play/
No need to dismay/
I'm getting money like Rod Tidwell/
Helping patients get well/ & looking good like Denzel/
Not an exaggeration/ just a confabulation/
I'm being patient while I’m waiting for my graduation/
That's like five now?
... Maybe I'll finally have time to try & perfect my rhyme style/
The time's now/ but the debt grows/
& the stress shows as I pen my best floes/
That's how it goes/
I'm sipping on rum/ as I'm fixing Tom Yum/
It's winter so I'm on one/
Tryna be a recording artist like Carmen/
& Tryna win awards like my cousin Blake/
Cuz losers are forgotten like a presidential running mate/
But i amaze like Barry Sanders w/ a stunning fake/
Then I'll celebrate but I don't cut the cake/
Naw... I throw it all in & up the stakes...

Chorus
It's high risk, high reward...
so I'm all in/
A loss I can afford
Throw it all in/
But I'm winning... Check the scoreboard
Yea I'm Ball-in
Then use my winnings to record/
That's my call-in/
I'm all-in... Uh... uh... I'm all in...


Verse 2
Ante up... Put ya money on the table/
As they throw they fannies up & drop it low as they're able/
Uhhhhnnn! ... @ the casino sippin vino/
wash it down with pelligrino lookin good in my chinos/
As I’m Throwing out c notes/
Sorta like flo as I'm hearing the notes/
I'm wasting do while most folks be broke/
The government's wrong can we get a re-vote/ ...
Or @ least their power revoked/ the answer be nope/
I'm tryna make a change but I can't find the remote/
to change channels, but it's all the same channel/
Unoriginal like jacking the same sample
So I'm feeling like cobain in that plain flannel/
We're all losin like the series playin Mantle/
But I forget it all sittin by a flaming candle/
Grubbin curry with my girl, holding growlers by the handle/
I throw it all in but it's not a gamble/
Head down trample competition like I'm Earl Campbell/
Them vs Me is like Tevin Campbell vs Rambo/
So they're fallin off the Hardaway... Orlando/

Chorus
It's high risk, high reward...
so I'm all in/
A loss I can afford
Throw it all in/
But I'm winning... Check the scoreboard
Yea I'm Ball-in
Then use my winnings to record/
That's my call-in/
I'm all-in... Uh... uh... I'm all in...

SCRATCH OUTRO
Track Name: Flying Tacos (The Mixtape Mixteca Mix)
FLYING TACOS

Shout out to TORCHY’S TACOS

Verse 1

I'm on the same plane, different destination/
I got the same name, different designation/
Now it’s Michael L. Richardson, MC/
@ the oddest of times, the rhyme it tempts me/
Would do it all the time if my life was rent free/
spritzing lime on Korean Tacos w/ Kim Chi/
It’s intricately designed so simply/
Been doing this since my skin was all pimply/
Since truancy/ I worked to be a true MC/
& now I speak hip-hop fluently/
But I don't like to flaunt that foolishly/
So what you hear is just between you & me/
Classified... like NASA blueprints/
I thought my chance died & I dun had my two cents
But my soul's alive, there’s active movement/
My passion survived & I had to prove it/


Chorus
I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Too fly... Too high... Never Comin Down

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
I'm in Dayton with the flyers so I'm flyer/

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Secret society all we ask is flyness/


I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Too fly... Too high... Never Comin Down

Verse 2

Flying from VanCity... Got my fam wit me/
Celebrating... Can't believe my Dad's sixty/
Cuz I recall watching Monday Night Football...
when I was barely over a foot tall/
So close to the field players didn't look small/
No replacement refs you expect a good call/
Now we're drinking brew, watching the Texans/
Flying from place to place... Call us the Jetsons/
Cuz I spit... futuristic... robot floes/
Cuz I got floes like Texas has Tacos/
I'm grubbing Fuzzy's in the land of the Stockshows/
With the super fine blonde girl with the hot nose/
I dun had game since I was a snot nose/
Been blessed since birth... I was one that God chose/
They can't handle one day in my zapatos/
Cuz I'm an hombre, they're just muchachos/
Sippin vino de vasos, chillin con mi vatos/
I'm making cheese while they pour cheese on nachos/
So I say grace before grubbing from Torchys
& then spit floes crazy hot like Lark Voorhies/

Chorus
I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Too fly... Too high... Never Comin Down

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
I'm in Dayton with the flyers so I'm flyer/

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Secret society all we ask is flyness/

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Too fly... Too high... Never Comin Down

Verse 3

I'm still fly... My plane never lands/
& my layovers are my reprimands/
with the devil in the moonlight did you ever dance?/
Yea... @ a wild club... She had on leather pants/
& made her ass move like feet doing riverdance/
Dudes salivating, waiting just to get a chance/
Forget romance... That was decadence/
When I was waiting on loans like a check advance/
logging in to MySpace... Just to check for fans/
Kerbey Lane @ 3 am was my breakfast plans/
breakfast tacos with the Valentina/
Still feeling the shots... You see our wild demeanor/
That was long ago... In a galaxy faraway/
Back then... I knew I'd be a star today/
Well... I am a star... This is how I shine/
& I do thanks to the light of the divine/

.Chorus
I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Too fly... Too high... Never Comin Down

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
I'm in Dayton with the flyers so I'm flyer/

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Secret society all we ask is flyness/

I got floes like Texas has Tacos...
Too fly... Too high... Never Comin Down
Track Name: all GOOD?
It's All Good!

Waiting for the next chapter trying to turn the page/
They taught me be patient... at a early age/
But I was spoiled, I would go into a burning rage/
Now I ask for guidance going to them pearly gates/
See We're all advancing according to worldly rates/
But I care about the spirit who cares about worldly fates/
It's bigger than that... They tell me to the stick to the facts/
But then the facts change quick as attacks/
from drone packs that's inflicting the pain/
on the hopeless & helpless... It's sick & insane/
But I’ll just stick to the rap...
Grab an old pad & flip to the back/
& reminisce how I'd rip on a track/
It's all good/
Or is it... It's like we're all pinned to the mat/
Waiting for the ref to the end the attack/
So where's he @???/
He's got the plot all written/
May not come when you call, cuz it's not our rhythm/
It's God's wisdom/
They try to be the champion/
Claim to be a God like Hip-Hop is a Pantheon/
Are y'all really tryna feel his wrath again?/
I watch as kings fall like Baratheon/
Don't care bout a rapper & his fancy friend/
or the freaking thousand dolla pants he in/
he can't walk a mile in my fifty dolla shoes/
Strutting through town in a million dollar mood/
Even though I took a loss, cuz sometimes you gotta lose/
then you gotta use that loss to start to fuse/
& BLOW IT UP
GET IT OUT/
I'm growin up trying to get devout/
& trying to figure what all this is about/
Praying asking God what is ya route

Chorus
Yo Yo… It's all good right? ... Yea Yea… It's all good
Track Name: p i e c e s
Verse 09.24.13 Pieces!
86 or 91 BPM

As The stress keeps on piling on so I figured I'd write a song/
Seeing the worst like w/ the fuzz on ride a long/
Sin is what a fight among/ tryna be a righteous son/
Praying to the righteous one but feeling my fight is gone/
Exhausted... Money is not the worst cost kid/
Cuz losing your mind state is caustic/
I'm praying to the one that is cosmic/
So I keep it together even when feeling I've lost it/
While awaiting my fate on some pause shit/
But I can't really hate because I've caused it/
My numerous faults create a gauntlet/
Previously I sauntered through life strong as Gibraltar/
& Now I beg for strength while at the altar/
Remembering the sweetness of past moves like Walter/
So I'm asking for strength but I don't barter/
Cuz honestly... I have nothing to offer/

Chorus

... I'm in pieces...
... I gotta get myself together...
... Call to Jesus...
... Lord help me get myself together...

Verse 2
They say God never gives you more than you can handle/
I repeat looking at the trophies on my mantle/
To the outside, I am viewed as an example/
on the inside, I view myself as a vandal/
As I’m looking through the mouth of the handle/
I pour it all out while bumping this sample/
I tire of my vices and my idols/ recall a slice of the Bible/
& ... it normalizes my vitals/
Then I ... kamikaze beats, suicidal/
The rhythm is my life, it's sorta like I'm tribal/
& my anxiety is counteracted with piety/
Confusing what I believe with what I can see/
Lost in what I could be... The dialogue lies to me/
So I ... Search for an escape... I try to flee/
But I'm .... trapped within the walls of my mind/
Got God on speed dial, I call em all the time/
come on MAN.


Chorus

... I'm in pieces...
... I gotta get myself together...
... Call to Jesus...
... God help me get myself together...

My confidence has been shattered to pieces/
So I hand the puzzle to Jesus/
I know he's got a plan and a thesis/
So I rest in peace knowing that I believe this/
Cuz it's not about your earthly achievements/
Eventually we all go through bereavement/
So often... It all seems meaningless/
So I put down my pen and start dreaming less/
But still pick it up to scream confess-ions/
While my soul distracted by all these quest-ions
God is testing me to learn these less-ons/
So I should be thankful whenever test comes/
I know my past years weren't my best ones/
But they're preparing me for my many bless-uns/
But I'm lost in what my eyes can see/
Praying for a mustard seed of faith inside of me/
Come on MAN
Track Name: CTRL-ALT-DEL (Go to SLEEP!)
Ctrl-Alt-Del!

I'm living in the moment paralyzed by the future/
No clue what I want, my mind’s my executioner/
Devil in my ear like Dennis Rodman hair colored fuschia/
Talking mad shit w/ Jordan... I'm feeling like a loser/
Back in the day... I'd turn to a temporary boozer/
looking for the girls that are looser/
Listening to Luda acting ruder/
Playing GTA all damn day running round fight Yakuza/
Now I'm waking up to the rooster/
Feeling like I'm in the throne... But it's just a seat w/ a booster/
But I'm still a beat abuser/ that don't read the rules I...
Compose beautiful music just like I be De Souza/
& the music... I use it just to beat the blues up/
Who's up? I got next... Call me lyrical lochness/
Blowing up like James Harden with Rockets/
Can I kick it? Yea... But this ain't the Rockettes/
I kick it like Liu Kang doing drop kicks/
The clock it... Tock tick... My rhyme's not a waste but its toxic/
I'm trying to get some money in my pocket/
& a death grip on the game, Vulcan style on some Spock shit/
Watch it/ I'm acting ratchet with this hatchet/
They wonder how I stay sick so long... Magic/
My thoughts turn frantic in a panic/
But I keep control like Janet, I can't understand it/
Now I'm manic...
My floes increase on these Flying Lotus beats/
Put it in a sleeper hold, screaming out, GO TO SLEEP/
No one ever really dies so never will flo decease/
Organized noise is my preferable mode of peace/
Like Native Americans whenever they load the piece...
Pipe… The peace pipe is the peace piece/
Now I'm peaceful like smoking cigs after skeet skeets/
Even though I'm consumed by thought, yo I'm knee deep/
The cycle always repeat/
I'm frustrated… but I'm nonviolent so I just beat beats/
It's how I share thoughts similar a retweet/
Cuz Life is a gamble and you ain’t get no receipt/
So I ask God to replete what I deplete/
Then i restart... Control-Alt-Delete
So I ask God to replete what I deplete/
Then i restart... Control-Alt-Delete
Track Name: The Handbook
The Handbook

You can hear the growth... Witness my construction/
Like Marcus Aurelius giving life instructions/
Not concerned w/ appearance... No liposuction/
Just a prayer for his spirit... That's how Michael function/
All i need is great sound with the right percussion/
To make the cats in H-Town mix they Sprite with something/
But as your sippin' lean please don't forget to dream/
See I spit codeine that liquid promethazine/
I watch em spending cream... Accruing hellish debt/
Who cares what others think? Keep your self respect/
Cube said it best... Gotta keep yourself in check/
Cuz that chain Won't help when your health is wrecked/
That's why I Seek divine/ grab a mic speak my mind/
& watch as others follow... Like sheep in line/
I can't count em all... That causes sleepy time/
& i only do that... When I'm frequent flying/
The triple five homie... Throw up the Secret sign/
God gave you light, let ya beacon shine
While you spend your night looking for a freak that's fine/
Now your life's redesigned cuz you didn't see the signs/
You gotta follow your heart, the eyes go astray/
& temptation's forever it never goes away/
I hope i know tomorrow what i never Knew today
is what pray befo I po Tabasco on my étouffée/
That fish cray... It's all about the flavor/
Every bite of this life, it's my right to savor/
Reppin UT, my major was throwed behavior/
@ the same time, got my rhyme sharp as a razor/
That's why I give thanks to my Lord & Savior/
Cuz everyone's a stranger & everyone's in danger/
is what the media says... But dawg love your neighbor/
Cuz Haters gon hate... but love is greater/
I'm tryna help the world, Professor Xavier
It ain't about possessions, it ain't about ya paper/
It ain't about ya stats, points, blocks, steals, assists/
It's about ya wins... ya championships/
& to truly seek ya goals man you gotta keep control/
Don't let em keep ya soul fam, ya gotta keep a hold/
Now my secrets told & I know you feelin this/
This is the handbook of Michael Aurelius/
Ain't no one real as this...

Chorus
You can hear the growth... Witness my construction/
Like Marcus Aurelius giving life instructions/

You can hear the growth...
Call me Michael Aurelius giving life instructions/

You can hear the growth... Witness my construction/
Like Marcus Aurelius giving life instructions/

You can hear the growth...
Call me Michael Aurelius giving life instructions/