Hippity hoppity

From the new album WILDLIF3 (Produced by Factor) available now on Urbnet Records now 
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04 So Far (Produced by Factor)

"CLAPP'D" CREDITS
Raps by Mike Mictlan
Produced by RedVelvet Beats for NAIMA
Co-Produced by Cecil Otter and Lazerbeak

Doomtree’s Mike Mictlan announces the release of HELLA FRREAL. Set for release on October 27th, the 10-track album features Mike’s rapid-fire lyrics over larger-than-life production from Cecil Otter, RedVelvet Beats, 2% Muck, 1990, Mike Frey, JuanL, and Lazerbeak, with guests Greg Grease, Ceschi, and Aby Wolf all along for the ride.
  
Mictlan has long been known as a spitter; he writes technical patterns and can deliver them at speed. He's also a natural performer--never plainer than when he takes center stage at First Avenue and ignites the entire room with a dance, a look, a gesture--he knows just how long a pause will springload an audience so it's primed to erupt at the next punchline. On HELLA FRREAL we hear the Mike we know, harder and sharper. We hear a new Mike too--we're let behind the curtain for a few earnest moments that were harder to find on his previous releases.  

HELLA FRREAL is currently available for pre-order from iTunes and the Doomtree webstore. Each pre-order will receive lead single “CLAPP’D” as an instant grat track.  Those who order from the Doomtree webstore will also receive a signed digi-pak CD, access to a private LiveStream chat with Mike, and a HELLA FRREAL sticker. The Doomtree webstore will also offer a deluxe pre-order that includes everything in the standard version, plus a screen-printed patch and a one-of-a-kind individualized t-shirt exclusive to this pre-order.  

Lyrics:
It’s all good
No it ain’t
Cuz I’m thinking exactly the polar opposite
That’s just something that we gotta say when we wanna cover up
Or turn a bad thing, positive
They shootin –
but nobody made em look
They gotta ghetto life fetish
Middle class circus
at a Lower class zoo
Quarter life conflict we all
Drug War Veterans
Not everybody from the hood is a killer or a dealer or a villain
Everybody in the hood wanna do something better
For they life and they children
Anybody ever tell you different
They prolly lying tryna sell you something
Ain’t nobody tryna hear that woofin
Not a motherfucker in this world’ll tell me nothing
& somebody gonna play that game
THEY SAY IT”S ONLY FOR THE BIGBOYZ + GIRLZ 
But every game is really played the same
You gotta play it if you wanna get a turn
Hundred grand in the hand
what chu look at the pistol end for?
Spin it, close your eyes
All you hear is a click
Click – Click Click
HEAR NO CLAP
FEEL NO HEAT
CLICK then….
Whatchu gonna do now?
Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP”D!!
Give the MANN- a HANND he might get CLAPP’D!!

It was a cruel summer
now get ready for a cold winter
Hot burners from slow dinners
Fast Streets
Private Soldiers for dough lenders
Whiter the crack, the wider the white of the eyes in em
And the meth venom
The dope sent em down the river and thru the hoods to red door clinic
Its no different from inherited wealth but
We only inherit the struggle that goes with it
Post no bills Ghosts in a shell system
Scapegoats they worship the lone shepherd
Willingly manipulated -- low effort
But who gives a fuck when you're broke, frozen in gold
Somebody tell me why Abdulle got shot
Was it the feds? Was it a plot?
All I know is I’ma hold his spot
Don’t even trip young bruvv
Hatchmarks in the clot
Last seconds on the clock
Tell em to Shoot for the moon
but not to aim at the block
nuthin bout a glock ever show me
how to Work a plan
CLAIM MY SPACE
Call it State Of Mind-Kurdistan

Whatchu gonna do now?
Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP”D!!
Give the MANN- a HANND he just got CLAPP’D!!

Mike Mictlan "CLAPP'D"

Slapper we made with the homie Irineo last year...never made it onto any of our projects so here it is.

Stank Face "FACE MELT" Mixtape [10/30/14]

*This song is not on the mixtape.

Produced by Irineo:
https://soundcloud.com/irineojaimes
https://twitter.com/irineojaimes
https://www.facebook.com/IrineoBeats

Mixed & Mastered by Drew Mantia:
http://drewmantia.com

https://www.facebook.com/thepalmersquares
https://twitter.com/palmersquares

You Need Me

Excerpt from original liner notes from April 2010: 

"I give you my ode to this strange little epoch: “DANCHEHALLHORNSOUND!”. A mixed tape (in the contemporary sense of the word) of me reshaping my own strange historical fiction indie rap songs over some of my favorite pop rap beats, coupled with a few songs you may not have heard, an op-ed piece, and some freestyles thrown in for kicks , and all mixed up by my homie Dj Fishr Pryce.  This isn’t irony, this is appreciation, and experimentation, I am working well out of my comfort zone here, but I am proud of the result.  This may disappoint some people, may anger some others, and hopefully raise a few eyebrows…enjoy it folks, this is the time in which we live, and this is exactly who I am."

All Raps by: Astronautalis (Unless otherwise noted)
Mixed by: DJ Fishr Pryce
Beats by: a bunch of other people

Mr. Blessington's Imperialist Plot

Do You Believe In Life After Thugs

In Context

The Palmer Squares:
http://www.facebook.com/thepalmersquares
https://twitter.com/palmersquares
https://soundcloud.com/thepalmersquares

Produced by Drew Mantia:
https://soundcloud.com/drewmantia
https://twitter.com/drewmantia

Recording, Mixing, Mastered & Additional Production by: Drew Mantia
https://soundcloud.com/drewmantia
https://twitter.com/drewmantia
http://www.drewmantia.com/

DOWNLOAD HERE!

Deeper (Prod. By Drew Mantia)

SIKE
Produced by: Adam Pickrell
Sequenced & Arranged by: John Congleton
Additional Drum Programming: Bird Peterson 
Horns: Reggie Pace

 I've been on some burn it down, leave this town, never look back shit 
Passing out on your couch, sneaking out the back tip
 Ripping credit cards out your mailbox snatch it
 Charge it to the game playboy, it's practice
  They been on some got this, squat this, reroute the power grid
 Cops can't stop this, over our dead body bitch
 Eat this, drop this, turn it up louder kid 
Put it down in our path? Million ways around that shit  
We backstage sterilizing tattoos with beer 
You cats stay paralyzed by bad news and fear 
You underage and they ain't fucking let you in here 
Fake ID G, and buy us all beer  
I’m sick of kids who sit and bitch about how they can't get into shit 
Ya "woe is me" steez, just getting bit ridiculous
 Fucking A, you're underage, that means they just slap your wrist
 If not, you're young and fit, “Yeah Bitch! Out run the pigs!”  
Ha! And give em all trophies
And some orange slices 
Yeah, y'all already know me 
One of the only that's really grindin’
  Lazy motherfuckers wanna call it luck 
Be real motherfuckers know there ain't no such
 Thing cause i mean there ain't no free lunch
 You better fix your own plate or serve one to us
  Go on pray to your God, or complain on facebook 
Stay waiting for your Dad, to come save the day dork
 Voted for Obama, and expecting changes It’s just one big party all giving the same gifts  "SIKE!"  Like a P.O.S T-shirt! 
YIKES!  It’s only gonna get worse! 
RIGHT?  This beat Is kinda bzerk 
Turn it up louder till my fucking teeth hurt!
  Yeah girl, I own some gold teeth
I’m southern, I was taught to hold heat
Ain’t no gangster, I’ll tell that true
Rick Ross just a cop with some bad tattoos

Florida baby, yeah my neck stay real red
While you make believe pushing that white shit
You dress up gangsters can play pretend
I stay slangin that white girl round my bed

Young Steve McQueen spit that dick game
You tweet real bossy for a bitch with a tin chain
I don’t need no Maybach just to sharpen my pimp girl
Pull girls on my bike they ride my handlebars home, man!

Ooh!  Put my word on that chief
Rihanna gonna haller, the way I murdered that beat
A condom like an umbrella, King Kong in the bed sheets
Just haller at a fella when you’re done with that dead beat!

CHORUS

 See, I can write your dumb raps 
Pay me, and go buy some hubcaps
 Fake G’s talkin bout gun claps
 Ain't gonna happen, like A-Rod's come back
  Talent is cheap, money's all made up
 Gallons of beam, and the speakers based up
Fuck it!  I got nothing left to say son 
Y'all get Cryphy!  Thank you Based God! 

CHORUS 

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
-Albert Camus


Side One Dummy Records: Worldwide
Cargo Records: Europe

Sike!

@Probcause, Alex Wiley, Dally Auston @wearegraves

Download

Candyflippin in Chitown Ft. ProbCause, Alex Wiley, Dally Auston of Save Money (graves Rework)

Skelethon

Grace

The Impossible Kid

Blood Sandwich (Instrumental)

Winners Take All - Aesop Rock

Electric Heavy Glow...

"SEASON 1" EP available for free NOW at www.tinyurl.com/Season1EBM

Physical versions of the EP on Galactic Blue-and-Orange Colored Vinyl, limited edition Phaser Beam Glitter Cassette, or Autographed CD NOW at www.StrangeFamous.com

EBM is on the road all through 2018! Upcoming tour dates can be found at
www.strangefamousrecords.com/events/

PLAY the EPIC BEARD MEN WEB GAME at http://EpicBeardMen.com!

After a decade of sharing stages and crafting collaborations in the studio, real-life rap BFFs SAGE FRANCIS and B. DOLAN have finally caved to years of fan pressure to form an official group: EPIC BEARD MEN. The super-duo embraced the absurd name as a reminder to themselves that, while they tackle a lot of difficult subject matter in their solo work, this group’s mission boils down to one thing: “This is supposed to be fun, for fuck’s sake.”

The “SEASON 1” EP is stacked with a signature blend of dusty breaks and absurdist lyrics, infectious grooves and slapping snares, plus the effortless rapport of two of indie rap’s best passing the baton back and forth with the only other emcee capable of running this rap race at such a breakneck pace. EBM’s full-length debut album is slated to drop in October. In the interim, fans can expect videos, remixes, social media meltdowns, and lots...’o...touring.

Keep up with the adventures of the Epic Beard Men at:

www.Twitter.com/EpicBeardMen 
www.Facebook.com/EpicBeardMen 
www.Instagram.com/EpicBeardMen

Season 1

"TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS" - Epic Beard Men [Season 1 EP]

Album details and merch package deals: https://www.strangefamousrecords.com/news/twstbf/
TOUR INFO: https://www.strangefamousrecords.com/events/

You Can't Tell Me Shit - Epic Beard Men (Sage Francis / B. Dolan)

"Hedges" is the first single off of EBM's This Was Supposed To Be Fun album: https://www.strangefamousrecords.com/news/twstbf/

EBM are on the road throughout 2019, starting in the US in April on the "Come To The Sand Dunes" TOUR: https://fanlink.to/EBMTour2019

TWSTBF drops on all streaming and digital services on March 29, 2019. Physical versions of the album (Colored Vinyl LP, CD, Cassette) can be pre-ordered now. 

This Was Supposed to Be Fun, the debut LP (and second ofﬁcial offering) from EPIC BEARD MEN, is an indie-rap tour de force by two of the underground's ﬁnest; SAGE FRANCIS and B. DOLAN. This album knocks. It parties with disreputable outlaws in truck stops. It blends the classic sounds of breakbeats and timeless drum machines with soul grooves and sub bass. Guitars, violins, and a goddamn brass band have sat in before the party's over. On the vocal side of things, more than a few lyrical heavyweights drop in to take their turn on the mics.

“Hedges”, the first single, is a haunting character study in suburban alienation and the collapse of the psychic bonds that used to constitute the great American neighborhood. Sage and B take turns spitting the chorus, like they’re shouting across empty, manicured lawns.

This Was Supposed to Be Fun plays like a dark Buddy Comedy gone spectacularly sideways: the mighty Epic Beard Men are back in the barber chair, fuckin’ up your market share. You can’t tell them shit. The chill is gone. The chill was never here. 

http://StrangeFamousRecords.com

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