Fugu Vicious vs. Fry R. Fresh on the Metro Sky Rail track

Special thanks to Renato J Flores (who mixed and mastered this track) and Diosi Smith and Stephanie Wallace for playing Fugu and the DJ, respectively.

Two Ton Mic Fugu Vs Fry Battle

Bought Swag

Military Max is going to hop on with a verse in the coming weeks

http://mimus.bandcamp.com/album/desert-eagle

Hydrogenated, W.I.P.

We all have a "life long crush," an idea that is so fundamental to our psyche that it sticks with us through our entire lives, because it is so unattainable. 

But what if, we were able to get with that person, for just one night? 

Instrumental: Atmosphere's "Yesterday" from When Life Gives You Lemons, Paint That Shit Gold

Headlined my dream for a night,
And for once even darkness had light,
Rare situation ironic in notion,
Protagonists job to set the wheels in motion,
Looking back myself an ass so entitled, 
Never got that pinpoints are never so vital,
No thumbtacks looped with cinnabar string
Disinterest never once pulled in heartstrings,
Cinematic ending claim no reality,
Woke up understood true gravity, 
Took a wipe to the eyes, to see with true clarity.

Post swig bottle sent spinning turbine,
Smile went a mile convincing rewind,
Never pointed north so I went southwest,
I was hoarse even though having macked on the rest, 
Strolled up and said, you know why I'm distressed?
It never picked you, glass sans a reset,
A kiss? you asked, 
Yeah glad we're on the same page, 
The night barely a babe, 
And we ain't getting any, younger in age, 
We sneaked out, with a cig to share, 
A minute later, if the sky brought craters, I wouldn't even care,
If the sky fell and trains derailed,
5-oh or K9, I wouldn't even bail, 
And my breath full of spirit, 
Asked if you minded,
Lookin back for superior night, Even Indy can't find it, 
Second time even better, 
Fell back on brick and exclaimed, 
I've waited forever,
You asked the elapsed, around two years have passed,
Since I first found out, you existed,
If there ever was finer, sure must've missed it,

A case of young steel, any author can exploit,
Romantic enthusiast call it karma's invoice,
I ain't the kindest but I ain't no Slytherin,
So what cruel god would make you dance with him, 
And lock my eyes in place tight,
Every second dims what used to be bright, 
You held me for a second,
Embraced him for what seems two decade,
What kinda game was I just reeled in to play, 
One too many, maybe, judgement shady,
En garde! Now it starts,
Like I said, entitled,
Way too high to be slightest bit mindful,
Let's go about this the right way,
Let's go out on the end of the weekdays, 
You accepted and said it was sweet, 
With eyes as bright as the greenest leaf,
Shoulda been in the best mood, 
A round of brews for the whole damn room, 
Fuck it, never hit you up, 
Never gave you a buzz, 
You're the lifelong crush, and the lover who never was,
And I'm the heartsick, one too many flicks, MC, cuz,
Why dwell on something that really never happened,
Toner running low, lose-lose attraction, 
I dreamt we were official,
Laying flat in the flowers, 
But in real time, you weren't even mine for an hour.

Entitled

If you go to MICA, or for that matter any school where you have to print projects in a high quality format, you know that during exam time the lines get insane. This is a story about exam week delirium, as well as what would happen if the print center ever... ran out of ink?  

instrumental: Aesop Rock's "Grace" from Skelethon

4:15, Allen's gone AWOL, 
Drag it onto A1, 
He said two hand ticks back, 
as I stand at the pyramid steps, 
Waiting for a swipe at print toll, 
A high dpi, print off the matte roll, 
Costs twice what it takes to fill up three rice bowls,
Step out for a smoke, lose my place foremost, 
Take a pirate's swig from school's polymer logo,
Friend says I'm ripe for the 12 steps, 
sleep loss detrimental to one's own wellness, 
But 10 steps back and call me a groundling, 
If only cartoons could provide me a bounce spring, 
Kicked me back down, fall Aztec, 
A hollow card devoid of all flex cred, 
Goddamit,

(Hook)
Drag it into A1,
What kinda paper you wanna print on?
If the ink runs dry, arrows gonna fly,
Torches gonna light,
Men gonna die

I watched scruff wild put paper in the printer,
It went animal style, the latter came with color,
About to walk out n bounce,
When something caught my ocular,
No way, no author's name on the cover, spectacular...
Borrow bamboo from the thick frames upstairs,
Didnt prepare, to bring intuos there, 
Hopped on last empty swivel,
Whole sweatshop baying by the whistle, 
Got back in line with half the classroom, 
Who thought 3:45 was nuff time to, 
Kick it in the print n techland,
Especially in the days of exams, 
Slower than a slug on fly paper,
Turn torch n pitchfork nuff to wake neighbors, 
Hilltop high, six blocks away,
If the ink runs dry, men gonna die today, 
Looked to the right, Meagan's still scribbling away,
"Oh look I have so much time NOOOO" 
The last ship leaves as the foghorn blows,

(hook)

4:00 struck and it hit like Quasimodo,
Last few arrived shortly a moment ago, 
Ink troll gave me a break, no charge,
Didn't bother with ruled, graphite guards,
Before I sliced that book jacket up, 
If I eye it right it should be enough,
Suddenly, I gave the sky back to Atlas, 
Weight off my shoulders, left me quite breathless,
It wasn't till crit that I realized the absence,
Of the shading on character's coat, 
shit what happened, 
At least the lettering is decent,
A madman lost to semblance of reason,
Must've turned off tiramisu tier,
Fuck it! I'm done, man grab me a beer.

"fuck it. It's the end'a the year!"

(hook)
Men gonna die today...

Al Ascender

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