From Cali with Love coming on 2/22/2022!

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Tough feat to come and step up to me
You get cut for free or whatever in the duffle b
Rust & concrete, puff the bomb tree
Them suckas is on to me, honestly
I’m hot as the lava be, the camaraderie
It’s beyond what I see, when the chopper skeet
It’s not a relief, tell the squad it’s beef
Walk em out, I was raised in a slaughterhouse
Yellow tape and chalk now
What the fuck are you talking about?...
Head for the right path but first
Gotta siphon the gas, legend as Mike Jack
And I’ll fight for that, sight of the wrath
White trash wiping the plaques
Type mad so I’ll light a match
Maybe write a rap, yet they won’t give u a chance unless you the industry plant
Bullets hit the stands, you ready to switch stance, I need a few mil in advance
I would kill for it man, no standstill wit the gram
And I keep my dick in my pants
For the loose vagina, I see the stupid tryin
The whole crew is cryin, I knew they was liars
In the coup I’m climbin, drop the roof
And the moon shinin, see the troops behind em
Suicin life kid, turned to righteousness
Lemme light a clip if you think Mike bitch
Snipe em swift that’s my new shit
Get my greatness in an land that’s opinionated
Spit the creation, give em sedation
Different faces got me considerin situations
Hit the haze spliff & make way when I’m shakin
Nothing you can tell me
I’m on the level of Fullcanelli, you smell me?
Let’s pedal thru hell G, propel my speech
Is the only way you could help me
Or send me the stacks, resilient
That’s a heavy fact, remember tracks
Where I would express and detach
You only get fed if you catch
Either way, you’ll be dead wit the rats
Maybe no head attached, botched lobotomy
There was a lot to see, watch me
Don’t watch TV, crimes caught on the CC
They deceive and you believe
Some jobs 2 relieve, still gotta ace up my sleeve, I got no friends in the industry...
And you still ain’t gettin rid of me
No friends in the industry
Cuz I ain’t wit the simplicity
Televised lies, y’all won’t split the pie
Run it till the river dry, the scripts I sign
They forbidden to eyes, no permission to rise
Plane stripped, I’ll still fly
Reveal mine & know the wounds heal wit time
Real rhymes I’d never steal for the shine
Paint a portrait, then it became morbid
Some strange recordings
Have the lames contorted, a brain shortage
The knife could rearrange organs, gore shit
Kidneys ex-ported, Interpol can’t report it
I’m out the orbit, never lying dormant
The pain I absorb it, show what the force did
I’m not talking informants, that’s horse shit
Like what they feed the public
Snuck three guns in, the g’s huntin
Bleed from the stomach
Off record but keep it runnin

No friends in the industry
Cuz I ain’t wit the simplicity
No friends in the industry
You still ain’t gettin rid of me
No friends in the industry
No friends in the .....

No Friends in the Industry (reprod. by IZM)

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.