Connect with ArtMikelC
https://soundcloud.com/artmikelc
https://www.instagram.com/artmikelc/
https://twitter.com/artmikelc
https://www.facebook.com/artmikelcmusic/

Can I Live

Young: Ballin Like We Majors! 

#PassionRunsDeep 🇿🇦👑

Available on major platforms: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/modecaiprd/majors

Artwork credit: https://www.instagram.com/icecoldcovers/

Modecai - Majors (Prod. Provision Beats)

Mixtape consisting of nothing but straight off the dome freestyles...Enjoy!

Wahhh

What’s in the way? Remove whatever
Lemme demonstrate
Eradicate a heavyweight
Wanna battle? Set a date
Find you dead in the lake
Ain’t got a bulletproof vest for the face
All limbs I gotta separate
Then head out for the getaway
Escape the bullshit that comes wit it
The spirits that love to kick it
Who the fuckin you kiddin
You ain’t right in the cerebellum
What am I supposed to tell em
When they hope I’ll be propellin
And I’m broke as a felon, that’s fresh out
Shit is a mess now, rob a crib
In the next town, without doin a headcount
Ain’t even check if the Feds around
When you stuck in the system
Ain’t give a fuck to listen
Might be the rest of ya life
Already accepted it right?
Wrong, I’ll be neglecting that sight
Call em a bitch after they read the rights
And they always keep my knife
In a cell, can’t stand the smell
The bail bonds to give me help
They said I can’t be free to the public
What the fuck is this? Enough of this shit
Homies saw DTs, be snuffin em quick
I’m off that, like hoes that can’t talk back
Raided the spot, won’t fall in the trap
To the Mall Rats, shifty cats
In they baseball caps, you all cap
All of the Lights is from all of the gats
What’s up Kanye? Keep my mind right
Smoke alotta haze
Get me to a tropical place, plots 2 engage
Its not a stoic phase, its rap or die
Categorized as one who got chastised
On the ladder I climb
Didn’t think it would be that high
It’s not having me cry, but it would love to
Know how the struggle
Is always dying to fuck you?
Its considered rape, y’all give in anyway
Listen to the tape
Gimme the criticism I could take
While ur at it, gimme what the critics make
In a day, let the criminal bake
You bet the minimal stake
I’m rollin high in my broken mind
Shivers goin up my spine
Soul working overtime, it knows the grind
Been thru the worst, but lie
Say I was never hurt
Tell it to the instrumental first
Before I’m dead in the dirt
I’ma leave a legacy, whatever do u mean
Everyone to remember me
Even if they dismember me
Any friends to me, I pray for ya safety
Maybe you don’t see me tellin it blatantly
I just hope y’all never hate me
Some do and it pains me
I should throw a pity party
For how much its gettin me salty
Walk the streets, a cool head in the heat
Dead the beef, like I don’t eat meat
Waking up from the American Dream
My past self ain’t dead to me
You dickheads need to let me be
Find the solutions myself
Expelled, but computin the wealth
Commuting for help
Get a boost to my health
Even if I’m losing myself, true poet
After this you’ll know it
My blood is like below six
My peers ain’t outgrow shit
I told you fam
I got the soul of a wise old man
See a buncha liars on the program
They’ll die tryna throw hands
Broadcast interrupted
I’m blastin somethin
Unless I see some cash fronted
The disaster’s comin
Just caught a flash of the tundra
The bodies they was acid dumpin
Let me ask you somethin
Why you bastards frontin
Crabs in a bucket, won’t last
I’m above the trench, Vitals on the track
And you hear my vitals on the track
In spite of the fact
They’d aim a sniper at my hat
Load a clip and let it light back
Don’t worry where Mike at
Fuck a photograph, I’m leavin Fingerprints
Shadow of doubt always lingerin...

Fingerprints (prod. by VITALS)

Another day in the mind of the wicked
My mind’s in a prison
Might catch a vibe with the Wiccans
But my faith never intertwines wit religion
Guess you blind to the written
Tryna rhyme with the rhythm...
Start it off right, get u lost in the lights
Remember all of the fights? Blank stare
When you talkin to Mike
Wish me & my brothers was closer
We ain’t blood, still I shoulda told ya
Believe me its not over, 1 chick I was wit
The only reason I got sober, part ways
Stay in a dark place, keep a shark face
Might be the one the narcs chase
Look how far I came, its all pain...
Let’s think of what it meant to me
Scrollin the memories
Break a bottle of Hennessy
Spit on my enemies
For you, ain’t got the energy
Don’t try to be friends wit me
Me and bad luck back as a couple
It’s like I’m attached to the struggle
Be in the last of the rubble
Having the hatchet hack thru ya muscle
Lacking someone to love you, goddamn
The world’s a sham, you lookin convinced
Fuck that, homie, follow my footprints
Lead away, need an eighth of weed a day
For the demons, how to keep em at bay
But we okay! Stand lone as a prophet
And I know that you’ll watch it
Care less if u condoning the process
Muthafucka I’m stoned as a rocket
Into the stratosphere
Whatever redacted is now clear
Its the rawest rappin here
What the fuck is happening here
No response, watch a broken bond
Hoping you wrong, every time
You wrote it in a song, maybe don’t belong
But I was grown to be strong
Never less than that, & when u look back
Always remember this rap...
Always remember this rap

......

Nighttime.... Gazing at the night sky
Hope ya blunt rolled up, I’ma light mine
L walk it, balance beam the pipeline
You ain’t met another like me in ya lifetime
In ya lifetime...... Write rhymes, so sick
You’d think I’d have a dope drip
The way I’m soakin in self loathin
Psyche nah... I couldn’t hate myself
They rather degrade me then help
So I pray for the health, this game
I’ma play it for the wealth
Make it melt, tell me how a razor felt
On the side of your face
We never tied in this race
I can’t confide in you fakes
Just a bad bitch to ride till it breaks
Hunnit on the ride wit no brakes
Don’t cry at my wake
Aye! Tryna be immortalized
So its important to rise
In the formal and ties
I don’t subscribe to the corporate lies
You could tell I’m torn from my eyes
Psychotic borderline
In these torturous times
Down Del Rey, we was Born to Die
I’m up at 510, ready to slide again
Life’s a bitch, means you can buy her then
It’s Mike Mathiasen
And when I’m dead I’ll be a ghost story
Only way you supposed to adore me
Not many known to implore me
What can I hope to afford to see
Pockets wit rabbit ears
I should have a hunnit tat tears
But I’ll just get the fuck outta here
Break off, cuz I see alotta u brainwashed
I’ll rig the plane before we take off
Turn the whole flight to steak sauce
Why am I trippin? Aware I can be ignorant 
I Always do it regardless
I’m at my best, speaking of darkness
Mixed wit violence when the bars hit
You sheep to a harvest, word 2 the intro
I’m an artist
But in this world...
There’s Always some bullshit
I’m good tho.. Late.

Always (prod. by J Patterns)

Pinky Y Celebro prod drago

describes me.listen & try to relate.
thank you<3<3

FIRED UP (PROD.SISDOM CINEMA)

Aspire (Prod. DJ Pain 1)

Run to the Peso

Escape

Many Memoirs of Michael Mathiasen - M4
I'm the Same but Different.
Shoutout my engineer Chuck Miller.
Thank you to everybody for the support! It means more to me than it can to anybody else.