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Miggs Son Daddy: Live on Attack of the Robots

by Miggs Son Daddy

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1.
Grand Design 01:12
I wet the paint and dip the brush in Waves come flowin', rushin' Soul crushin', dome bussin' Microphone hushing Send em home stunned You should see the pose He and his homies all froze up in I upchuck the boogie Give you dumb fucks a noogie Come and tussle wit bullies I'll leave you strung up by your hoodie Rumble with the Son And feel the wrath of the grand design No illustrator iller on the mic, son That brand is mine. I'm ramblin' again about the sands of time Read the ransom I'ma do a J if you and your man's don't mind I be a 9 like 3 Ryan Reynolds combined I can see the 5 floatin' on your head The human paradigm I tango with gods, fought with Horus Jammed with Apollo Reached across the chapel Adam handed me a bottle Still rock the concrete Like a titan with the spark of lightning Bars I'm writin', son This gas is hard to siphon Feel the charge of the bison or armored viking I am Dante in the dark Enlightened by my excitement I have a heightened sense of hunger Couldn't fight it, so I had to hunt Slice a bastard up, wrap him up Now that's a packaged lunch I'm famished so my agitation's at maximum I'm smackin' the mask off you rappers That's in my path, so run
2.
Who you know got a better show? On this episode, I might let it go I'm head to toe in that orange and blue But my balls are that red and gold I might make the whole set explode With a power level over 9Gs 'Cause my chi is that high breed Grimy 90's rhyme steez Kai please! I buy trees And fly high in the sky breeze Playin' hide-n-seek with these dinosaurs So these evil forces won't find me I've been to hell and competed with demons And made it out safe Laughed in his face Jumped on the back of a snake And escaped straight from a fiery lake Every statement the dude's displaying Is a super sayin' You should be loopin' it on your playlist Every few rotations Don't be too courageous Crews shake like I'm cool with Satan Ooh I'm just waitin' for a full moon For a full mutation Watch the transformation Tell ya men to man your station 'Cause my planet is a clan of apes And we command with greatness I land my spaceship on your plantation And fam fainted You tried to blam But I stand facing the cannon As I hand you casings (Listen) My whole clique in position I've been on a mission Thinking of things that I'm wishing I move so quickly, if you blink you might miss him Teleport to the top like it was Instant Transmission! Who you know with a iller set Super hero with a killer rep As real as it gets Take off my legs and I'm still in effect I got Piccolo flesh! Woo! Let my body regenerate Shh! I'm trying to meditate I finally straightened my mental state So I be hittin' Popo and Kame to celebrate!
3.
Stupid Man 02:12
I don't wanna grow up Di di di da di di di di di da di de I never want to grow up, ok? So fuck off! To be exact I say, exit or evacuate Or I can see a situation where my hand be smackin' face I riggity-wreck the siggity-set and break your neck So hit the deck, if you ain't givin' me great respect We can't connect So make it a promise, you better be cautious 'Cause we came to bring the ruckus We'll dust you if you try to fuck us We get it on like we're goin' to war, livin' illegal I'm that shorty with the 40 On the corner with my people I peeped you, thought I warned you But you want a sequel, oh! I'll give you bonus features and a sneak preview Of the city where life is animated with characters Savages take Risks With Capture the Flag Battleships Animals stabbin' fangs in clavicles Never ran, never will - kill or be killed Is my fuckin' attitude I'm not mad at you, I just demand that you Understand that you're in the land of cannibals Give me a hand (Or two) But fuck the dumb shit, I'd rather be with some chick Puffin' - Mm, mm, mm, ain't that somethin'? So grand groove with these ill street dudes We can't lose, take your head clean off like shampoo That's the damn truth Put you in the crate with the canned food Store you with the rest and stamp you like you're brand new I hope you're listenin' well, I'm twistin' an L It's the spliff that I lifted in hell - ridiculous smell Men always tell (Me) I'm from a similar cell (Gee) All along I thought I was different as hell So I'm pissed and I yell
4.
Take some chalk and draw a circle surrounding the ceremony Light a candle and place it directly in the center for me It's the story of glory and riches, dormant with all of your wishes Exploring more than what's written, sometimes it's morbid and wicked Orbital thinking, interested in different perspectives Infinite dimensions, shifting the spectrum, lessons and questions 'Cause the ego in you, it recognized the evil in you I believe it, 'cause I've seen what that power turns people into Read a little past the preface, see it's not what you expected My method's reflective of a bigger picture, no singular section Literary tools equipped, lunatic, think I'm losin' it Cooler than Ferris Bueller, I'm too legit, fuck the stupid shit This is my rubrick written in ruby ink for you to get Your molecules in sync with the luminous way I'm groovin' it Super sick wit the Venom while you Marvel at the villain I'm carvin' initials in him with a disc like I was Krillin Fillin' cracks with a lyrical spackle, what a spectacular tactic Radical, graphic palette, suggestive, progressive, yet classic Blasphemous basilisk, even my breath is miraculous This passage is sacrilege, but my rap is immaculate Burnin' cannabis sativa with leaders from other planets Seated lavish, drinkin' cab out of chalices, eatin' Caesar salads Feasible matters to those who easily shatter Repeatin' this blabber could possibly lead to the Rapture Barbarian stature, chillin' like a bear with a bachelor's In a chair with a backward hat and a pair of flappers Baring their flappers Rappers actin' funny, practicing wackness for money If you're askin' Sonny - all I say is Fuck it - all of the internet - pass me a Dutchie
5.
The Core 03:41
Patterns are fatter than matter beyond a solid platter Gaseous, metallic, liquidly miracle magic Sporadic panic transformed to proportional portions Causin' commotion contorting without conforming to normal Neither novel nor auto- this audio aura Surrounds you and channels your core While matching the crack with the raw I peek through the crack of the door That I smashed with an ax like jack 'Cause the back of my brain is blacker than that Of an attic with bats, in fact I can get darker than that Show up in your thoughts as you're startin' to nap Twist back your fit' cap, mind in a spiral Acrivate your pineal with neon lines in your spinal Rhymes organic, evolved and sound fun 'Cause my whole planet revolves around the sun Powerful tongue and loud lungs as I round up Dope beats, stunts and wild blunts This is heart-core rap No anatomical charts won't map Where the god thought that I manifest art with a spark and a fusion And when I'm on the mic I got your particles moving My mind is intertwined with vines Exposed to roses that grow off of gold shrines Stoned rhyme, diamond in the rough Too much to clutch if you're not Metaphysically in touch enough, what the fuck Frequencies freakin' you, shockin' your chakras Rock grooves that'll jostle your posture I'm pretty positive I'm popular, but then again I possibly invented all my friends in my head I'm probably dead, or at least in another dimension Not to mention the conversation with Satan Where I promised I'd save him I was awakened from a revelationary daydream Drowning in a bottle of Jamaican and drivin' to Macon Shaken and stirred, nerves tangled, words slurred Kern off-kilter, pixelated, inverted, and blurred Burn after reading... This a top-secret, pot-reeking Hot steaming crock of genius I won't stop speaking prophetic nonsense For you to digest, so fuck it - try your best I didn't plan it, but apparently I planted my planet In granite, ran it through the horse hair And managed to brand it If you can understand it, man I'll be shocked When I handle the rock I'll pop your canopy top I manifest art, spark hearts in dark mash Sharp bars so fierce they pierce through car parts Ring the alarm, time to wake up If you can relate, straight If not, you're takin' space up So stay shut and let the bass bump Feel in your center, let it echo 'til your day's up

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The recording of my performance on Attack of the Robots came out so well that we decided to mix it from the multi-track recording and release it as an EP!

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released December 24, 2020

Performed by: Miggs Son Daddy
Recorded and mixed by: Bill Nobes @ House of Robot

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Miggs Son Daddy Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Miggs was born and raised in NY and is currently based out of Savannah, GA. He delivers quality, thought-provoking vocals over a vast range of musical canvases. After a successful debut with 'Son Of A Gun' Miggs is continually producing progressive music and bringing it to bigger stages.

Discography:
'Son Of A Gun' (2014)
'Beyond The Elements' (2014) 'Happy Thoughts' (2016)
'SPEAKS' (2016)
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