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Grand Design
01:12
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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
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2. |
Instant Transmission
02:19
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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!
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3. |
Stupid Man
02:12
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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
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4. |
Toccata & Fugue
01:33
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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
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5. |
The Core
03:41
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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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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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