(Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up Hand Over Fist (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up Hand Over Fist So here we go again Ice Cold ‘Sota Wind Blow till you can’t hold it in Hand Over Fist And we don’t play to win Nah, we don’t play at all Loyal to the DOOMTREE True to the day we fall… Dig it -- the “Doom Degenerates” Generate decadence Decorative Generals Dissolve in constant negligence Get it — the “New Debonaires” Delegate dissonance Fed up citizens listen But turn pessimists and shed a tear Dead it — and let live Head up and tell it straight Never let up, run the track Never run the race Bet it – and set the vig’ Set up for higher stakes Clever don’t come cold Clever is cloaked and stone-faced Said it – but meant it though Pent up from head to toe The rent’s up? “I’ll break bread when bread’s made And spread the dough” Sweat it – and let it soak Catch it and cut the throat Seconds from mistakes Minutes from misquotes Whatever it takes That’s just how it goes This face displaced “Peace out from this show” Screaming: Hand Over Fist DOOMTREE Let’s GO!! (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up Hand Over Fist (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up (Ahhh!) Hold Em’ Up Teeth Wings Hold Em’ Up Hand Over Fist So here we go again Ice Cold ‘Sota Wind Blow till you can’t hold it in Hand Over Fist And we don’t play to win Nah, we don’t play at all Loyal to the DOOMTREE True to the day we fall…

Do you got heart like feather? Guts pump ticker tape Talks change weather Talk strange liquor face Bottom dollar for a bottled water Like an Autumn summer to an Outtatowner Who caught a Cecil Otter By the toe-truck with the farmers daughter We old young bucks kick around the darkest fodder Ain’t no future in your front seat You might be the Underground King You ain’t Bun B You might run things but you don’t run we 1 2 3 4 5 Doomtree Emcees Trick please DT love the kids Stick to wings and teeth fuck up biz And get Bizzy Bone Don’t get it twisted holmes Family Owned till the interest gone Sell it to the mini-mall Hopping out the kiddy-pool Pop you with the Bop Gun Laughing like a Motherfucker Piffin’ on a Large Blunt D-T-R That’s what they yellin’ Buying the Hell they sellin’ me Bellied up to amenities D-T-R That’s what we yellin’ From the page to the stage From the stage to the bank I got Heart wrapped in leather Guts drip ipecac I talk strange better Talk thick similac What choo lookin’ at? Those shoes? Tookem’ back. Off Rack Blue and Black. Talk shit Chew it back. Not you. You is that? That’s you? Who am I? Thought so. Knew in fact. Mictlan yo Do or Die. If you was I Superfly If I was you Suicide 195 getting chubby Thinking bout 1995 Damn. I’m just an old 82 Young Baby grew up with 2 tongues Out a U-Haul Who the fuck do You All Think that I really am Born Alone Die at Home Equal to Any Man And I’ve been thinking Man I’ve been thinking A little a too much I’m just an old '82 young Getting younger By the hour Hunger and a smile Reppin’ sleep and a shower D-T-R That’s what they yellin’ Buying the Hell they sellin’ me Bellied up to amenities D-T-R That’s what we yellin’ From the page to the stage From the stage to the bank

Zero Cool still Zulu in Grape Zubaz Zab Juda who jab ya fat buddah Grade schooler cooler than Late bloomers in faded suede pumas Plaid chuckas are mad smoother Beirut to Cancuna we can tuna Clam Casino lobster and shrimp shooters Pimp scooters coupe poppers in papooses Pet poodles cap coppers and tag hoodas Lex Luchador luchi for laundro Less Humidor more Wet on the Marlboro Bella Fuckin LaGossi Bloody Martini & Rossi Hella Ghostly Senor Valentino Van Zombie Like I’m the MF People Person Hurter All these Hot Boys man eat em out the Pizza Burner Mutant Ninja Turtle gotta Play the field to see the colonel Put it in the Pita Pocket Gyro Meat & Hater Burger Fat as an origami studebaker If I was truly rusty trust me I'd have to lose a hater My crew is Raiders Run thru parties like fumigators claustrophobia blowing conical over cubic acres Chronicle human nature I'm counting a few agitators Feeding snake-skin boots to alligators Just park those dogs homie we can battle later The Reanimator separate you into cans of vapor We mix ingrediends (yeah) deep in the pot Small business big family eating a lot Sneak in the lot breaching the lock Each in a zone each in his own No reason to stop strike while the evening is hot Go-gots for the flow spotter that knows not a Thing about your problems so start em no problem Whole bottles of slow blotter I know lotta things about those problems So don't offer I won't solve em You call this Clam Casino? Put some shrimp in that shit next time

Dig in get ya shovel let’s go When ya underground Only one way to go So we hold the dirt like it’s all that we know But oh no it grows and grows The wings the teeth The pen the speak The diggy doom tr double e Nasty it goes We don’t need no egos to be dope We just need a couch to crash on Gas a couple bucks and a werd to pass on Thanks on with the night Off with the lights Big fuckin knife and trunk fulla dynamite SHUX you think we run outta luck Nuh-uh. Break--Scatter no scalpel to fix the face shatter Gander Back Splatter print Bladder blood And Waste matter I’m way madder but mad calmer The Mad Mauler Murder Making Mike Mictlan What a sad honor For me to murder harder that’s bad karma Beef cake barber holler Cheap skate barder Caught a free base slaughter We outta get by You outta get down Shark sound Dig in with the butcher now So cool like a fool sippin brews in the kiddie pool Slick fucks making good news outta bad luck Ducks in a row tell me when to go But the venom in the verse Carry on, carnivore come on The rhyme animals Meat in the mandible Handle beef like summertime outside Unwind coolin with the cantolope You crews aint got half a hope Get your shovel come on Dig in get ya shovel let’s go When ya underground Only one way to go So we hold the dirt like it’s all that we know But oh no it grows and grows We never wanna rap some some shit that sounds played In fact don’t wanna rap unless it’s our way We lack simple approach just how we been made To back back then cats tracks back into crates And ask Better and better than veterans let us in Whether you let us or we kick it in Brew a pot of coffee Spot me a pound or get off me Get off me get off get get We don’t need no egos to be dope We just need a couch to crash on We don’t need your revolution Just a couple bucks and a werd to pass on We don’t need to see the future Thanks on with the night Off with the lights Big fuckin knife and trunk fulla dynamite SHUX

Hey Yo Hand Over What? Hand Over yours “Run than shit” Game’s Over, Man over-board sunken ship But the land’s closer “Dance Cobra” Tongue-Cheek-And-Spit Plans, Programs, Rap Romance Reenactments They tell it like it never been, cuz it never was I thought it caused embitterment Yeah, but it only set it up These Words of Prey don’t pray on downfalls Nah, not at all So I’mma share with you A Pairs of Wings and Set of Teeth Stay Fly—No Fronts--Let It Be Break Bread I break a sweat to my soles I break my—I break my leg now your dying alone Tough luck Tell me the truth Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets” You’re in it to win it by mimicking And that’s how it goes Break Bread I Break a Heart but not Souls I Break Bread I’ll break my bread with my foes What’s up? Tell me the truth Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets” You’re in it to win it by gimmicks And that’s how it goes Get your press kits in get your projects done Shit man get press play more than once a month Get your hands from under you Pull up them 501’s Get the fuck outta Dodge Come back and tell us why the road won And I’ll tell ya We don’t give a “uh-uh” He, She, or Me For free or fee Relay the story On-scene and Off-screen Knee deep in concrete Grind pavement to the record On key and off beat Perch the branch and dead that crow Burn the rag and let the Molotov go We don’t blow up (uh-uh) We BLOWOUT December 10th, December 2nd, December 14th Free pennants to ride diddick Independent so sign cynic Don’t mind critics still throw lines vivid In a moment grow nine innings Reborn blind mimic We drew the line now side with it or lie in it Break Bread Stay Fly—No Fronts--Let It Be Break Bread I break a sweat to my soles I break off—Break my leg now your dying alone Tough luck Tell me the truth Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets” You’re in it to win it by mimicking And that’s how it goes Break Bread I Break a Heart but not Souls I Break Bread I’ll break my bread with my foes What’s up? Tell me the truth Don’t sell me no “Wolf Tickets” You’re in it to win it by gimmicks And that’s how it goes

Back in the days when I was a teenager Before there was “Mictlan” before I had haters (fuck em’) You can find Mike in a hat that said “Raiders” (right) Pops used to say “Stop dressing like them gangsters” That never left it always stayed with me So I stayed alone I strayed from home I bond to make amends where the pages bend Out run the outcome Son strong wind tunnel Down pour when the droughts done Build me up to break me down Divvy up Hate Me Now 82 to 8-outs to 80thou’ Baby steps pay me pounds I’ll wash my hands and walk away Clean Money, Team Hungry, Dirty Style The Ghetto is cold all that glitter ain’t gold They say you’re better at home You (I) need to get on the road That’s where my heart’s at It’s either dead or it’s gone Never let it get old Walking Young Corpse With a Veteran’s Souls Cuz My Strife Is all I have And yeah This Life Is all I got And if I do right Then it ain’t my bad But if I do wrong I hope I get what I got coming And I put that all behind me As in behind the scenes Where nobody else can find me Fuck That! A Mexi-can can’t sell? Don’t sign me!! This Independent Hustle pays off So we keep grinding But they say us Chicanos are too political They’d rather see us in Lowriders Acting stereotypical Don’t get me wrong I’ve been on the block in Low-Lows Watching Po-Po’s taking photos Of tattoos off Cholos Ain’t nothing glamorous Seeing your people treated like animals The Ghetto is not Fabulous In Los Angeles the cops are in on it Cocaine and Trafficking Immigrants Through the Mexican Border But they can’t deport all of us Swimming through dirty water Those “wet-backs” ain’t citizens Till they come with 16 years of labor dividends I was always a “spic” wiping my face clean from spit Smile when I’m pissed Then cleaning the blood off my fist

Hello people This is the friend in me Hallow ground speak You hear me listening Hello family We got a (this is a) long way home Another struggle Another enemy And may God bless you Mr. Rosewater Not a dime to the ghost hunter Slaughter in the bone meal Make it hotter for the cold summer And I heard it’s a long way home And I ain’t going back Nah don’t bother Rather die on the slow hunger Father and a Role Model But we’re Born on the Road And you know we alone It’s a long way home When that night hits Cold air in my duct vents A second behind my own breath let me catch up I hope I find you a way Off the beaten path Beating a sore chest Till the heart starts beating back Fancy of me to notice Write you an opus but not this We don’t own it get it while it’s hopeless Maybe my time was over before it began Sitting on the shore line City on the sea sand Drinking memories like melted margaritas But with a blank expression So it’s hard to read us. Taking it all in letting it all out. Sick of the same shit sick it of it all now. Tell em I’m not right Front on me on sight Can’t tell em’ it’s all right I’m fighting that good fight But really what’s good Nah, really what’s good And I’ve been on to the break a dawn No tongue No native song No gun No pay to the cost Lay the cross to the favorite son Made it off for the maiden’s heart Cross stitched in the vest Where we made a mark Far from the very start Home never looked so bad Fire on the watermark Where the last wave broke And the sidewalk fell apart Hello people This is the friend in me Hallow ground speak You hear me listening Hello family We got a (this is a) long way home Another struggle Another enemy Hello to the dying Hello to the living Let it be Let it be Today we walk Tomorrow we run We slept last week So to all the young No respect for the old If no respect is given We respect ourselves Respect each other Till the respect has risen We were always listening

Whether motto or mantra we cross hatch serrated Monster squad awful the alma mater is ancient Blotto and stitching auto-mannequin face-lift Pressure for product tension to target modeling patients Chemical agents in a dissension embargo Attention complacent misplacing the cargo entering Darko Spyhunter come shark cutter contributing sorrow Face eaters burn odd fuckers we flux til we charcoal So burn baby burn to the urn heavy / Lean levies The mean streets will peel your bean back been ready Never seen feddi obese to lean cheddy The meals vary or come quickly it fucks with me Stomach like a rolling punch head rock steady Lock stock top heavy at a strong heading Late start great finish 8 hars hard and 8 bars diminshed Not for fake hearts fade scars or face hidden Midwest West Coast Doomtree And what? On one, all heart, no sleep You better follow the Northstarrr We freeing slaves up here right outta the courtyard And it's that midwest movement I wave a west coast black flag Mictlan moved in the LA transplant 28th & Hennepin at that Doomtree Mansion Waking up with that girl again on Park & Franklin Go to East Lake start speaking spanglish Now I rap on 1st and 7th Mainroom status Lived here in '98 for 10 months knowthat I remember Soundsets and Headspins at Bon App Knucklehead no gat just a boy from the Westside Told me go back now I'm back for the first time Off my block still worry about drive by's But Chaka said that's "Real Talk! Words that we live by!" So I'm okay and I'mma do the damn plan Til everyone like "Oh, Mike? that's my Jean-Claude Van Famm" Rap started back East then went out West Now they love em down South but tell me who got next? The Midwest Midwest West Coast Doomtree And what? On one, all heart, no sleep You better follow the Northstarrr We freeing slaves up here right outta the courtyard

GET EM’ GET EM’ GET EM’ King Meatcutter, bring the beef hook-up Uh Sing that street stutter, fiends for sweet hunger Huh Meet the team we come teeth with wings under Cleaver tied to a shotgun Gunpowder covers the cut And what? Levels new to the earshot All bangers. Pedals move to the gears lock Odd language. Slang of a Lost Angel who used to fear God Now I talk to him and walk anxious Live on low rent, die for the moment Scrape the meat off the bone Suck out the marrow when it’s broken And we’re holding their souls And the ghosts are now golden Close to the chosen Closed to open-focused I blow skama harder to find than Osama No Drama Life’s an Action Packed Comedy right? Zoot Suited zooted in loot putrid The duke rooted foot in a trump muted Loop Mutant Loom on a stoop Puking and group youths in youth groups Regrouping super human cooler kids Born brooding, butch and brown Brutus Storms brewing clutch the crown or clown clueless Take notice Take arms or Take orders The Take Over is up north outta these lake waters Minnesota cold shoulder No coast No genre So we go farther So deep don’t bother Each one teach one educate your damn self Get your image up Are you coming through your hand-held? Motivate make the motor shake Or break the fan belt Run-it into the ground Roll-it till the wheels wobble Lobby the long shot Hold-it when the swish fallows It’s a cold night I hope these fish swallow Gonna catch me a pig Gonna kill me a model GET EM’ GET EM’ GET EM’ Face it you want our momentum Cuz now it’s paving the road… BaMF the Butcher Call me to cut the meat, fucker Bloody as all fuck Damaging heat seekers Sleep in the muck And I’m feeding the teeth flutters Bleed on a buck Cleaning the blade in deep gutters Out the Meat Market We murder for marksman Head on the wall taxing Body made into carpet And I ain’t calling out names I’m calling the bluffs Calling the stunts novice Calling all paid homage Cauterized to the cause Probably cause I’m honest Ornery and Modest Far from an Artist Honest Live for Tomorrow like Today is not promised Leavin’ Last on the Earth Family first into the dirt & That’s On US.

Head fulla Blood Heart fulla Dreams Eyes fulla Fire Mouth fulla Steam Hand fulla Beats Fist fulla Mic’s Chest fulla Shots Gut fulla Knives With a Head fulla Blood And a Heart fulla Dreams With an Eye fulla Fire And a Mouth fulla Steam With Hand fulla Beats And a Fist fulla Mic’s With a Chest fulla Shots And a Gut fulla Knives I don’t write for the choir (I am not the preacher) I’m a dead man talking through knife on fire With every breath that I leave in this graveyard Hope it’s best that I sleep at my headstone What’s in a namesake? What’s in a safe home? Is it a sanctuary? Or is it a payphone? Tied to a gun on safety Dial Fahrenheit 9/11 Save ME You're hungry like the cries of an animal I’m hungry like the eyes of a cannibal When I look in your direction, ATTENTION Hook, Line, and Tension And there’s more young & broke Sore tongue and throat Frozen ghost in a hot shell Newborns lukewarm for the overdose Give it to Mikey? I’ll eat anything and shit lightening Dead to the World, Fed to the others Die on the vine from divine inner-struggle We stand side by side and still lie with each other Like “eye to eye lovers” eyelids never flutter My sister is MY keeper My brother is asleep My wrists are getting weaker from holding up the weak Cross paths with the devil and walk like a God Spit germs on a planet and hope it evolves But I’m a mere mortal Ignorance is my order, Common Sense is my bliss I don’t fear what I can’t see Seen a ghost turn to a man and plant feet Seen that same man turn to a blank sheet Cry in the rain, Talk to the wind Fire in my veins, Dry Ice in my grin Bloody Eyes young banshee screaming to see 25 Phoenix take flight, if I crash then watch the rubble rise Fall asleep to the cries of a maniac Break a leg to beat of your own drum Be the 13th sign of a zodiac You pray to God even though he won’t come Fall asleep to the cries of a maniac Break a leg to beat of your own drum Be the 13th sign of a zodiac Don’t believe in death even though it will come

Doomed as outcasts Crowns fit for misfit degenerates Dead presumed to outlast Paranormal psychosis psyche corroded Cycle that opus life is hopeless Siphoning flight from locust Soldier more Maximus Mythical Greek ghost Hired by their capturers and Non-Negotiable Recluse socialite Reduced socialist I escaped the baptism and Swam with the Ocean Wind Lines laid from lineage slang bastards Slander the language and we’ll hardly Gander Back You’re polyrhythmic we’re problematic Gander Back You got problems with it? We’re probably at it Gander Back Sediment sentiments Send em’ in and send him his severance Job done, so long, so well Eighty two to 84 with Orwell 98er war lord 9-5 swords held Wilder the style more it precedes the technique Don’t sweat yourself The best defeat is one not left alone Death will roam wherever the buffalo pass you Hold your stature don’t run unless you have to And homey don’t play the catch up Play the Catcher I’ll be the pitcher pitching a picture perfect pitch at you Papa don’t take no Mama don’t want none So we waste not No taste test then lace up with boots 8 knots Chained to a storm cloud Don’t act like rap is yours now wasn’t ours to begin with But too many knocked the door down So we Set-up Get-up Head-up the action Free for all fall for nothing standing active On some passion Thank us the faces are mangled and still managed No more safe passage No more “brave savage” Mouthful of bad luck and A head full of damage

Young Hunger Aggy when we talk Stagger when we walk Dagger on the hip Baggy of that Cali bomb hit Cold Iron Screw-faces Never pose for these Old Timers Dollars are dime a dozen Good Golly Dali’s Denali Hollywood sloppy the budget Bali pick up the slack Lolly gag to a body bag Gag the body guard Never got him back Prolly in somebody’s car Freedom affordable Vulnerable foreign attacks Feed em to foreigners Fade into white forging the black Forcing the poor in disorder Sorted by class Shore to a Shore Shine in the sea But not sure to attract Get your Head Shot-Lights On Teleprompt that Dead waves-Mic’s On Tell em’ all Lies Get the Best Spot-Right or Wrong High Class But the camera stole your soul So your sold all the young minds Bloody Hammer Boy Butcher butching hella steaks Cut the category Busters telling on themselves But I don’t hate the hate Welcome it with open arms Squeeze suckas till they suffocate Send em’ on their own accord Young Hunger Aggy when we talk Stagger when we walk Dagger on the hip Baggy of that Cali bomb hit Cold Iron Screw-faces Never pose for these Old Timers Glory-Glory holla at a playwright Scholar to a ripper Turn figure the pays right Daylight tripper, Slave to the blade Braver to bang bigger Fangs thicker quicker than painkillers Hey killer your triggers run vigorous Hiccups to split up the vein filler Brains fill up will in Vain realer Than propelling the fame kick-up Watching the flame flicker But you ain’t killing the game killer You one in the same villain Bad business Just to clipper the grill in Diligent figures too twisted To fill out the fillings Too big for ya britches Too small for that white tee You’re either too dumb for the riches Or too young for that pipe dream I’m part of a grey race Follow a Bad Religion Out the heart of this great escape Harder to pass wisdom Stare at a blank face Ask em’ if that’s livin’ Snap Shot Lean Back We’ll make it a fast gimmick Bloody Hammer Boy Butcher butching hella steaks Cut the category Busters telling on themselves But I don’t hate the hate Welcome it with open arms Squeeze suckas till they suffocate Send em’ on their own accord Young Hunger Aggy when we talk Stagger when we walk Dagger on the hip Baggy of that Cali bomb hit Cold Iron Screw-faces Never pose for these Old Timers And I guess it’s all in your mind A perception of time You can’t leave it alone? Me either I stress till it’s all outta line Till my method is blind IT won’t leave ME alone cuz IT needs ME And at best I’m only a sign Pointing any direction designed Standing alone The Lone Leader Not the Holy Roller or Lowly Divine Cuz the Soul slowly divides from a hole In the mind that grows deeper Young Hunger Aggy when we talk Stagger when we walk Dagger on the hip Baggy of that Cali bomb hit Cold Iron Screw-faces Never pose for these Old Timers

Born 7-8-1982 coming at you live But dead cuz I'll die the second I'm out this sound booth A sight for soaring eyes living normal story lives The old tale that be like "Oh well, it's before your time" 14 years down the line since I wrote my first rhymes IT feels great I'm glad I made myself wait like past lives The Deity got hired, fired, then back as a re-hire Tired of jobs ready to grind til I retire I don't know what I'm doing I keep my eyes on the prize Born again southern California orphan in origin From orchids to scorpions metamorphing my audience Sorry if it gets obvious or if it gets boring just already know It'll all be over soon as I'm done recording it Daddy was a Vietnam vet Mommy was a convict "Mike we already know, man. Why don't you just get off it" Well I'm being honest with the topic of hardship Kingdom come God sent freedom don't run from no conflict I don't know what I'm doing I keep my eyes on the prize I promised my friends I'd have ends to spend with them I promised my bigger brothers they'd see they youngest of us win I promised my crew Doomtree would compare to nothing I promised Lazerbeak I'd come back to Minneapolis hungry I promised my family that this was just the man in me I promised my girl the world but only gave her insanity I promised myself good health, wealth and consciousness Then I promised to God I was gonna keep all my promises I don't know what I'm doing I keep my eyes on the prize To my surprise fought people twice my size To your surprise struggle would get to many lives And you can't always get what you want But when you've wanted it for so long and you get it it's gotta be good From a phoenix to a pigeon to a dove Till my 6 feet's been dug til they pull me up above Til the flames surround me til they drown me I could never give this up I will never give this up