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"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"

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CECIL (Hook) 
We got cracks in our armor / Got cracks in the ceiling / and this axe that we’re wielding will react when we’re feeling that / Crack / Attack / Attack and we’re on you like a Mack truck Your Honor / We are that fucking filthy 

SIMS 
It’s 2000 and self destruct and everybody’s yelling that shit is all fucked / Yuck / I never liked the construct of that square wheel / Like “money ain’t real” / …wait…but that ain’t real / ...Oh, now I get it / We could take it all and split it / Give it to the village / Doomtree villains / out for the killing…no kidding / Good man but I went a bit bitter when they took a little bit of the dinner off my plate / High stakes / Okay / I’ll play / but it ain’t your game / and it ain’t your rules cuz it ain’t your world / and I brought my crew / We some dirty lip fuck your rules living ugly goons / It’s no kings / No way / You’re so vain / you probably think it’s about you / Well it is and it ain’t / and it ain’t, but it is / I go so fucking nasty no restraint / Well I get props and I play it off / I see em hot but I fade em all / Hello world it’s L.O.P. / B.T.Z. / Keep your ring / Move out my way, let me do my thing / let me do my thing / Imma do my thing 

MIKE 
Friction lock rivet / Goonish as all fuck / Prudent to all stunts / Proving the laws of logarithm / Like the wag of a dog’s tail / Bark back / Woof! / Light the rag on your cocktail / Spark that / Champ on that slang chop / Chump on that chomp rap / Prolly a stomp sack / Man gimme my prop back / Hold your tooth to my non dap / I ain’t no Diddy boy / That Beni know we go scrimp dance / Dougie don’t stop that! / Señor Frreal Z 3 R zero / None other, who’s kooler / Hoola-hooping thru bank 0’s / Hewlett packing, loogie yacking on Don Hero’s / Bomb appearance / Nights in Paris / raw dogging cross limos / Toss demos / Snot rockets blow up the sub-labels / Long tables / Calling shots on a crowd potato / The slang mongrel with fanged tonsils / We slay goblins / Gayngly gayng violent / Wrangling fake monsters (Hook) 

STEF 
What’s up? / No kings / No love for your made-up things / In the paint but it ain’t no game on the wall with a little complaint / Leave that stain / Weave through cities dodging rain no thing but an open door / It’s yours / No lie but you gotta get dirty man fix your pride / We some preach em real, reach em, steal em from low ideals type dudes / with a stepped up set of skills and an ick style so kill that wills update daily / No frills or pilled up babies / No posture phony just rock solid unfuckwitable dropped knowledge / No love for the bull horns give em / Thorns get em in / Swarm, let em make friends with a storm / Buddy up get close to the war / Insides out, no love for the boring / Naw, bored / and I bet the hearts off and beating under hardwood flooring / Poor man’s Poe (Hook)

Doomtree "No Way"

PUNCH-OUT
Produced by Lazerbeak

Lyrics
MIKE 
Ring around the squared circle / side stepper repertoire / Blind sider gut splitter butt splatter weapon paw / Second guesser predecessor hidden stressor / Set it off / Second in command commanding power with the reckoning force / Double 0 ten / larger than Kelly Robinson / You getting knocked out harder than Danny Donavon / Doomtree Blowout winter for your wonderland / Willing to only cut a man bullies will never understand / Wooly mammoth Minnesnowta / Murder Maker Mike Mictlan / Hoodie, parka, Nordic, mitten, muzzle, skully, get it on / Sims and Cecil, Mike and Stef (and Dessa and Paper), Lazerbeak the legend god / Wings and Teeth teaming up, feeding on the lesser parts / Uptown to Peavey Park / West Bank to Powderhorn / Doomtree / Captains of the rapping Liberal North / Sovereign township on some Watership Down shit / The Bangarang Gang / Style over everything! 

SIMS 
I try to stay cool, let the assholes be assholes / but they’re pulling on my last hopes / Yeah they’re pulling on my last cord / Anymore and I might give them something to die for / Call 911 last days in America, the primates won / At the mouth frothing like troglodytes / I’m on a zombie hunt, yeah it’s on tonight / Put out an APB, all these silverback gorillas on the trail chasing me / Man, I should just move to the sticks / and let these alpha males roll in their own shit / But I ain’t giving into you / I’m a citizen too, who’s trying to save who? / On a big white horse in a pale grey suit / so I move with the moon / I’m like ready, aim, shoot

Doomtree "Punch-Out"

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CREDITS:
Written by Dessa
Produced by Cecil Otter
Recorded at The Birdcage
Featuring Jessy Greene on violin

LYRICS:
Fifteen years from tonight 
You have to make a decision 
The greatest love of your life
Is gonna call during dinner…
From the home of the girl 
That he’s living with now. 
The guilt he’ll say is killing him
He’s wilted in the middle and 
He knows how bad he acted
Knows he can’t have you back
But the fact is he can’t be happy 
When you’re angry and you’re so angry 
He says you stayed so mad. 
He heard it on the street that 
You moved back in with your dad
You were drinking something awful 
And that makes him sad.
Then he says it’s good 
To hear your voice again
And that it’s hard to ask it, 
But he’s calling with a question. 
He’s been working real hard
Tryna make a new start
An honest-to-god fresh beginning 
So maybe you could try to 
Finally find in your heart
To forgive him. 

(Chorus)
You’ve already been here before 
You already know where it goes
You chose this, you know 
It’s supposed to be over. 
Refrain. 

He hung up the phone
You listened to the dial tone 
And you stared at the stove 
Until the beeping started 
You read some love letters some threats 
And some you couldn’t tell apart
That you keep under the bed 
At the apartment, and then you did 
What he asked you to do
You opened your heart up 
Right there on a napkin on the carpet
And part of it was frostbit
But you’ve always been a smart kid 
Could still distinguish
The blood black as pitch
Valves had gone stiff
Veins and scar tissue 
Four chambers just a standard issue 
But none had room. Forgiveness is huge
And you had two full of ice water
One fulla salt, one packed with coal 
Eager and ready and willing to find fault. 

Chorus

Then, with your heart in your lap
And your head in your hands
Suddenly you had a plan.
Wrap the mess in newspaper
Headed west on Hennepin,
Heavy with a huge favor  
For a kid that just turned ten.
A flat-chested gap-toothed girl
Was the best that I’ve been so far 
And now I’m too big to forgive him
I need just a moment with me,
A moment when I was still little.
I used to sing on the roof 
Outside my windowsill and
I came hoping some ghost of me 
Would be here still 
And here you are 
Stick figure and a busted grin
Still ignorant of the all trouble 
I’ma get us in.
Hoping we could trade, just for tonight.
Like I could borrow your heart and I could leave you mine
It’s not much for collateral,
Tattered and battle-scarred,
But I can promise you solemn
That I will be back for it tomorrow.
I only need yours this evening,
So I can call an old friend.
And I can tell him 
That we’re finally even.
That we’re finally even. 

Chorus