“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Snake Charmers
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 1

Lyrics:
Beware the snake charmers in the porcelain doll masks
Creeping down the street
Calculating
Flicking the Camel ash

Blowing smoke rings
What’s beneath the ski mask?
Peel the makeup back
Turn to stone and take a steam bath

The queen laughs
The knight feels like an ass
The king in his jealousy 
Claps for the guillotine

Don’t feel a thing
Just a tiny sting
Blood shot eyes
White zombie
Screaming every time he pees

STDs
Living life in agony
The tragedy
Is that it was his first 
Last and only piece

A gentle fellow
‘til he entered the bordello
Hitting it raw
Doggy-style
All night
Month later
Sorry sight

Morning after
Kicking it 
With his fiancée 
Alexis

Didn’t know they had it
All day long in amplexus

Now she’s infected
From here on out;
Sexless

All because of one-night stands
Houdini’s
Pearl necklaces and
Force-fed sloppy seconds
What a rocky lesson

Itchy trigger-fingered cowboys
Need to be checking it

Snake Charmers
They lead you with a fake harness
Through the darkness
Rape your soul and harvest it

Ditch the carcass
Leech you like a change artist
Exchange partners
Sink into the carpet

Snake Charmers

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Red
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 2

Lyrics:

Everyday I gotta see red and you peckerwoods 
Surrounded by more squares than a crowd full of checkered hoods 

Black, white and red 
Purple haze
Time to get down
I’m a little black mushroom cloud

Once you get past the mascara and the bangs
Her yellow eyes don’t look so bulimic
She’s got game

Her second-handed French kiss 
Just leaves me breathless
Bedhead
Flashbacks 
I wanna kill redheads

35-W 
Dirty Velcro tennis shoes
Pants sagging low
Kiss my booty 
Sick a duck or two
 
Same holes in my clothes since November
Hood up like a snake both eyes glow magenta

Lurking in the sticks
Full of rage
Wicked pisser

Sleeping in the river bed 
Dreaming of your little sister

I wish they’d take their fingers out of my gills
Hip-hop insomniac who took a year’s supply of sleeping pills

In and out of focus
Adjust the feed
Your retinas detach as both eyes start to bleed

The record skips
As your pupils shatter
Dying in your house ‘cuz fate changed the channel

It’s all black and white, but you’re blinded by the colors
Another panoramic view, the fuse just blew

Too busy playing games
You lose
And I’m the laughing blur 
That’s been lurking over you

RED
I’ve got this shiny red bat
For this kid named (shhh)
Fingers in my honey
Trying to steal my candy

Black, white and red
Purple haze
BAM
You’re dead

Puking on the escalator
Stressing about the situation

Search
Kill
Seek out
Destroy

Classical raps employed
Microphone Rachmaninoff

Excuse me
Who are you?
I smell something wrong here

There’s the front door
You don’t belong here

Swimming in a sea of people
Feeling like a Hmong chick
It’s all about the Mississippi Mud
And the Sun Chips
Air so thick
You can slice it with a Bowie knife

Painted on my face in
Red and black 
Shades of moonlight

Blue to the red rune
Tripping over Neptune
Faded like a Vestax 
When I melt down the wax

Pass the appetizer
And a butter knife
Good gracious

Put your hands up 
If you never sold your soul to Satan

Hungry for destruction
Thirsty for revenge
By the Blue Moon 
I stab pads with pens

Pagan mathematics 
Static crackling in back kid
Raw to the bloody knuckles
Busters stumble backwards

Since 1984
I’ve been a bloody nasty bastard 
Puncturing both lungs
When I bust to the masses

RED

I’ve seen mad visions
Through these X-ray glasses
Like oppression to the humble 
From these upper-classes

Paint a false depiction
Watch me slash the canvas

Black, white and red
Shattered glass 
On the mattress

Clone me 
Ten fold
Watch me roll like Jethro

Then “leggo my Eggo”
This ain’t no 
Smoke weed
Gel fro

Hello to the yellow
Scared white
When I bellow red
Emcee Re-Writables
Scramble like deviled eggs

I’ve got more kick 
Than a centipede with Keds
Ya’ll be sipping from the straw
While I polish off the keg

RED

It says Jordan on the nametag

Go home 
Change your clothes
Brush your teeth
And take a dang bath


“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: 12 O'Clock
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 3

Lyrics:
Pump a fist
If you’re sitting at the bus stop
Sipping on generic pop
If this tune rocks

Roll it up like tube socks

From the Mellow Yellow
To the Velcro shoes
It’s that groovy smooth dude
With the Cooley high voodoo

Spiking Yoo-hoo with Kahlua
Since the fifth-grade

Present day
Turning tables 
Line One
Frying mic cables

OK?

Now that we’re on the same page

You’ll never see this emcee
And a sucker 
Share the same stage
Or taking the elevator together

I hate elevators
Eating all the birthday cake
Your demise celebrator

Give me five 
Deejay
Keep the beat recycling

Drive without a seatbelt 
I’m a rebel to society

12 o’clock

Open up the coffin
Drop the record raw kid
Don’t blink an eyelid
What

12 o’clock

That’s what they say

Always on the DL
Initials of my middle-name

Danger is the phrase 
Most people say 
When they’re afraid

You see the mic’s in my last name
Divine Elevation

Reigning down from Heaven 
Pure destruction
When the blast came

Watch me change the rap game 
To the Red Sea

With dead emcees
Belly up
Damned
In the mainstream

Digging deeper now
Reach beneath the surface
Flood the earth with worms
Feel the vibration of the warships

Tormented lyricist
War of the worlds
Type attack

Dropping language 
Bombs like
George Hitler
Smoking crack 

Dreaming of a threesome 
With the Bush twins
Bound to stick those sisters someday
Not just talking push pins

200 pounds
I got plenty of cushion for the pushing
Big smelly teddy bear
I wanna smell what momma’s cooking

Home grown
You can tell by the phone groan
They call this service all the time
Been known to make them both moan

Like Koko
Big ugly dude
Touching kittens

White gorilla
Man or myth?
Bless the mic 
And kiss it-

Rapping’s my gift 
That you’ll never get for Christmas
Nightmare on Beat Street

High Noon
With a hit list

12 o’clock

Open up the coffin
Drop the record raw kid
Don’t blink an eyelid
What

12 o’clock

That’s what they say

Here comes the matador
Say my name more than a 
Communist dictatorship

Bagging chips
Finger-licking
Nacho 
Business

Speaks in third-person
When he raps in cursive
Sitting up in the hospital bed
Eats Vicodin like nurses

Grab the Double D’s
Batteries not included
Take it out and blow
My Nintendo needs to be rebooted

But not with Timbalands
Doc’s 
Jungle Boots 
Or Scholl’s 

I don’t need to join the Marines
In order to go commando

Like Rambo
And lasso

All of you fatties 
sucking hambones
with my split-identity’s 
Schizophrenic trinity

I can go on for inifinity

Believe me
But just because I can
Doesn’t mean you can too
It’s not that easy

Repeat after me

Believe me
But just because I can
Doesn’t mean you can too
It’s not that easy

Repeat after me

Believe me
But just because I can
Doesn’t mean you can too
It’s not that easy

Repeat after me

I said 
Repeat after me

But just because I can
Doesn’t mean you can too
It’s not that easy

But just because I can
Doesn’t mean you can too
It’s not that easy


12 o’clock

Open up the coffin
Drop the record raw kid
Don’t blink an eyelid
What

12 o’clock

That’s what they say


12 O' Clock

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Madman on the Moon
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 4

Madman On The Moon

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: I Hate You
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 5

I hate you like
I ate an eighth of shrooms
And you were lacing blue shoes
Pink pig tails
Huge boobs

Black nails 
Yellow laces
Red faces
Staring at this cutie’s booty
Swear words slurred
Her curves purring

Mouth full of dirt
Hurt
Certs
And earthworms

The hearth burns
While earth turns
Razors burn my face 
And my chin curses 

I hate you like
Asians hate us

No more concentration
Patiently awaiting escape
From jailbait
Date rape
Masturbation

Pipe dreams 
Cling to wet sheets
Swept out the doorway

Either way it’s gay
But your way ignores the foreplay

While all of her twists and rings
His Hanes in the alleyway
Orphaned in these streets of boxers
Thugs
Cuffs
The “Cali way”

Smoke rock n’ roll
Take an X-ray of your rattling bones
These battling drones
Ain’t nothing but saddling clones

Too doped up
To smack the track 
Backwards 
Cocky like their hats
Pull up your pants

They’re laughing at you

Carry the water uphill
And if you let a drop spill
We’ll hack a loogie on the grill
And jack that bottle of thrills

Scratch the itch
Switch places
Wait 
Tag up the tracks

Face the paint
Snap these fake snakes
In half
And serve them breakfast in bath

Hot Folger’s
With a toaster
Roasted to ashes
Back to the Labyrinth

Morning glory
What’s your story?

I hate you 
Like the first day of school
Third grade 
In a bird cage

Happy birthday

There goes Vincent Vega
Cold smirk on his face
Million dollar killer
With a five-dollar handshake

Putting on the Ritz
Like an old-fashioned Valentine
Snake wine glass 
Handcuffed to the black Samsonite

I hate you

I hate you
And this lukewarm
Windsor Coke

No companion 
On this lonely highway
Trying to climb a tornado
So I can ride it into town 
And knock your ugly houses down

Creepy evil snake 
In sheep’s clothing 
With a frown 
Like Charlie Brown

And if I can’t kick this football
I’ll shoot it point blank 
In the laces with a bow and arrow

Stopping all the ceiling fans
Enter the poison gas
And me in a gas mask
Black tuxedo 

Sticky Cheeto fingers

Running on these light fixtures
Upside down with golden scissors
Phosphorous flickering
Hallway 
Shaking from the hand grenades

Crimson shades
Reflect this Armageddon
Right before they shatter

Bloody fingers
Clutch his face
But the napalm
Ate his brain

Who to blame?
Acid rain
Wearing statues
To the bone

While the knight
In rusty armor
Pulls the sword 
From the stone

And stabs 
The dragon’s black heart
Back to the castle 
Bothered

The king and queen 
Offered everything up 
But they’re daughter
Dishonored

Haunted by these demons
In his skull
His life is dull
So he enters 
Singing
Swinging from the gallows

I hate you

Burn that corpse bride
And her barren womb
On ebony cross 
In ashen meadow 
While the deer skin booms

Superman is dead
They put a bullet
Through his head

Role models 
No longer exist
It’s whispered hate
Instead

I can see the future
Pay-per-view
On the boob tube
While mommy’s in the bathroom
Puking
Dad eats her seafood

I hate you


I Hate You

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Tiger Sharks
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 6

Lyrics:
No matter how hard
He tries to fight it
He’s a broken man
Crucified 
To the phone poles

Upside down
Blue sky 
Becomes sidewalk
As the wires and the crows
Become numbers

Playing hopscotch

Watching as the planet 
Climbs a rope 
Into the sun

In his eyes
Flies a dragon 
Breathing fire
Through its lungs

With a broken halo 
As a weapon
He slices the rope
As gravity
Claims its victims

White trash
With a magnifying glass
To the diameter of pi
One kilometer
Up in the sky

He’s out to burn the world down
He’s going blind
And he can’t stop 
Staring at the sun

We pass through time 
As children in the swimming pool
Try to reverse its flow
And watch how quickly
It turns into ice

Raindrops become bullets
Grass becomes razorblades
People become statues
As the wind slashes at your face

Frustrated

Kicking at the dirt
As it breaks his toe
In this box of glass
And he can’t 
Punch through the window

With bloody broken fists
It’s like he doesn’t exist
Naked in a trance 
On a bed of nails

He sits and waits

All the cherries gone
Nothing left 
Except the pits
He ate

Sitting at the table
Of the saints
He hates to say their names

Puking up the hate
They take his plate away
Ashamed

To show his face 
He’s too disgraced 
To try and cover up his nails

Pull me from this rose bush
Bathe me in lemonade
This barbed-wire crown is so rusty
The floor is dusty

Plus
She took my gun away
I can’t escape this wall of lava
Want to run away

Derail this train of thought
And rot
In a sunny grave

The rum tastes funny today
Just ask this tummy ache

Destiny and Fate intertwined
Love
Hate
The mistakes made 

The hurt face
The dirt taste
The worms as they slave
To make these earthquakes

Burn 
Baby burn
Smoke it to the fiberglass 
And light it with a pay stub

Wake up
Silly clown
Where’s your makeup?

That piss drunk monkey 
On the cymbals 
Says he hates love 
And wants a refund

Face the mistakes that you made
Stare in the bottom of the barrel
And you’ll find 
The tiger sharks ate your reflection

Face the mistakes that you made
Stare in the bottom of the barrel
And you’ll find 
The tiger sharks ate your reflection

Face the mistakes that you made
Stare in the bottom of the barrel
And you’ll find 
The tiger sharks ate your reflection

Face the mistakes that you made
Stare in the bottom of the barrel
And you’ll find 
The tiger sharks ate your reflection

Face the mistakes that you made
Stare in the bottom of the barrel
And you’ll find 
The tiger sharks ate your reflection

Face the mistakes that you made
Stare in the bottom of the barrel
And you’ll find 
The tiger sharks ate your reflection


Tiger Sharks

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Control
Artist: Jordan Miche
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 7

Lyrics:
Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood 
Where religion is a tool
They burnt books in school
Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets
Smoking dust on foils
While we arm our children to the teeth
To battle for oil
Overseas

Mr. President
Please
We’re sick and tired of politicians
Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA
Let’s cure disease
Instead of sealing them in jars
In order to leak 
To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets
Children cough up their teeth
With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes
Over a factory job
Owned at Wal-Mart
For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam

Oh
I’d like to thank you
For nothing at all
I can’t wait 
For the system to fall

Its only a matter of time
Before they synchronize the keys
1-2-3

Arms get chopped
As the bombs get dropped
The men in power love gunpowder
And cocaine

Politicians 
They’re worse than deacons
Parading little girls and boys 
Around on leashes

Pray to God 
They don’t get diseases
Turn the other cheek
Or spend eternity burning

Or even worse
Spend a lifetime in a cell
And to the Republic
Burn in hell

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood 
Where religion is a tool
They burnt books in school
Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets
Smoking dust on foils
While we arm our children to the teeth
To battle for oil
Overseas

Mr. President
Please
We’re sick and tired of politicians
Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA
Let’s cure disease
Instead of sealing them in jars
In order to leak 
To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets
Children cough up their teeth
With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes
Over a factory job
Owned at Wal-Mart
For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam

A man of God
Ate a dog of ‘Nam
In ‘67

There’s a church of Satan
Says there is no Heaven

Nowadays
We’re just children in factories sweating
All so Americans can keep on driving Chevy’s

9 to 5 
White slave ‘til I die
Eye to eye
With the eye 
In the sky

In a suit and tie
Same flies 
Different cow pie
Insanity dangles

Dragging this clock
From the ball and chain 
Around my ankles

While the rich and famous stare
Drunk in lawn chairs
While I’m pulling out my hair

My boss got a promotion
I got laid off 
Because of pay cuts 

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood 
Where religion is a tool
They burnt books in school
Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets
Smoking dust on foils
While we arm our children to the teeth
To battle for oil
Overseas

Mr. President
Please
We’re sick and tired of politicians
Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA
Let’s cure disease
Instead of sealing them in jars
In order to leak 
To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets
Children cough up their teeth
With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes
Over a factory job
Owned at Wal-Mart
For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam


Control

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Caravan
Artist: Jordan Miché
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 8

Lyrics:
Beneath this mask 
Lies a mask
Beneath these green eyes
Lies a universe 

Unparalleled in any form

In this den of opium and lions
Hides a shiny key
If only I can find it
Inscribed with all the things 

I need to know

Illuminate the pale face of death
I got ahold of God’s surveillance tapes
Outcast for eternity

I lost my soul 
A long time ago
But it returned to me
And tripped me in the alley
Because I wasn’t looking back

A sad fact 
Which I regret to admit
But I know you winners never quit

You just hit 
Warp drive in the cockpit
Stop it

I’m sick and tired of being judged daily
Walking the block at 3 a.m.
Afraid I’m going crazy

Universe sideways
Crawling on the wall
Everything is backwards
We ask the questions 
Answers

As we stumble on the rafters
And mumble
My back hurts

World on sore shoulder blades
My calves hurt

Red eyes full of shampoo
Skewered on this harpoon
Collapsing on this sand dune
A broken man
Abandoned
Dragging this camel
Through the desert sand
Caravan

Searching for answers to life
Puzzled 
Chewing on the muzzle

Space age crusader
No light saber
Batteries dead

Out to battle 
With a homeless man’s
Frustrations 

Dragging this camel
Through the desert sand
Caravan

Searching for answers to life
Puzzled 
Chewing on the muzzle

Space age crusader
No light saber
Batteries dead

Out to battle 
With a homeless man’s
Frustrations 

You’d better believe it
When I say I’m at war with myself
You see these shadows 
Under my eyes?

That means 
I’m losing it

In fact 

I lost 
A long time ago

A never ending story
Where the hero 
Becomes the villain 
Out of control

Handcuffed to the steering wheel
Glaring at the fuzzy dice
95 miles per hour
Wrong way 
On this one way
Runway 

Black Sunday 
Sex
Drugs
And gunplay
High
Un-day

His wife and son 
Love him?
What a lucky life

All taken away
Taking the place 
An empty tank 

One lucky strike

Two Percocet
To circumvent the pain
But they ain’t working yet

If I had a million dollars
Would you be my friend?
Until then
I’m a freakshow
Pitching up a circus tent

A lobster boy 
With wet dreams 
Of becoming Aquaman
Staring at this ocean of lies
In quicksand
As he tries to fly
Where he can barely walk

Digging with the kick stand
Should have used rocks
Life slipping through his big hands

Swimming in his sand castle
Pissing in tin cans
He struggles to quench his thirst
Squeezing sweat from the wristband

And the last clam 
That he had
Went to that patch 
On his wind pants

Praying for an anchor
When the devil’s saying,
“Slim chance.”

Dragging this camel
Through the desert sand
Caravan

Searching for answers to life
Puzzled 
Chewing on the muzzle

Space age crusader
No light saber
Batteries dead
Out to battle 
With a homeless man’s
Frustrations 

Peter Parker
Falling off of the Sears tower
In his final hour
Something robbed his powers

It wasn’t God or aliens
It’s what we call fate
a.k.a missing the school bus
as it burns up 
watching your bullies bake

Caravan


Caravan

“Jordan Miché: Phantom of the Operation"
All songs written and performed by Jordan Miché
All songs produced, recorded, mixed by ECID
Album mastered by Micheal "Eyedea” Larsen

Record Label: Fill In The Breaks
Song: Lazarus MC's
Artist: Jordan Miché
Album: Phantom Of The Operation
Year: 2006
Track: 10

Lyrics:
There’s a place
In my subconscious 
Where the naked ladies dance
There’s a hole in my head
Where the Feds can see it all

Between the Barbasol and stubble
Shaves a Mach 3
Rinse it off with hot water
Take a shot of sake

Hollow tip Cupid
And the second-day 
Stupids

Pocket full of shells
And a head full of sedatives

Feel the trombones
On the Mambo No. 777
Global domination 
Aspirations of Magellan

Etched in gold
Roll these verses like Pharisees
Bouncing the crowd 
Up and down 
Like the seven seas

With this melody 
That I bust
Like a felony

Devouring beets
Like toothless rednecks in Tennessee
Caught red-handed like
Who killed Elmo?

Blue Monday
Sung by morning wood
Pinocchio

Oh

Woe

Guess who’s back in town?
Pantomimes frown 
‘cuz they ain’t down 
With this sound
You godamn clowns

Lazarus Emcees

Guess who’s back in town?
Pantomimes frown 
‘cuz they ain’t down with this sound
You godamn clowns

Lazarus Emcees

Next verse
Rowdier than first
Turn it up 
Because its about to get worse

So 

Raise the roof
When I smack 
A hundred million proof

I’ll sabotage in camouflage
Then let the rabble 
Babble on

Because this theme song
Swings the room
Like a see saw

Arrive like Harrey Carrey
With a chuckle 
From the other side

Skulls and bones eyepatch
Out to get your mother’s pie
Stuttering rhymes like retards
Rocking tie dye

From California to Boston
From the moonwalk to Charleston
I’m like
Charlton Heston blasting mics
Rikki tikki tembo
No sarembo
Pushing red buttons 
Like an old Nintendo

Hot as gumbo
On the Coca-cola tempo
Spitting out the rhythm
Like my little brother 
Munching lentils

Bombing as I palm it
Hip-hop 
I vomit

Spewing out raps
Like I swallowed all the Comet

Guess who’s back in town?
Pantomimes frown 
‘cuz they ain’t down with this sound
You godamn clowns

Lazarus Emcees

Guess who’s back in town?
Pantomimes frown 
‘cuz they ain’t down with this sound
You godamn clowns

Lazarus Emcees

There’s a place in Mecca
Where Allah once existed
There’s a footprint in the chapel
Where the devil took a backstep

When I die
Make the priest 
Spit the eulogy
Roses on the casket
Ghosts laughing

We wine and dine
While the women cry
Drop the needle
Boom shaka bam
Dr. Gonzo give me high five

The type to try and ride a bike
With a wooden peg for a leg
Dirty moustache frozen to the keg

So keep it funky or whatever 
I’m a drop it ska
All you women in the crowd
Need to burn your bras

Strip naked 
Until you can’t take it
I like your braces
Plug me in like the matrix

And you’re the actress of the year
Like Keanu Reeves
And I’m the jazzy ritz cracker 
Who loves to bang on the piano keys

It’s pronounced Jordan
Blame Canada
1-2-3 
Take two
Time to set it off

Guess who’s back in town?
Pantomimes frown 
‘cuz they ain’t down with this sound
You godamn clowns

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JORDAN MICHE acccompanied by ECID
The "F@#K YOU" EP


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JORDAN MICHE acccompanied by ECID
"The F@#K YOU EP"

Fuck You

JORDAN MICHE accompanied by ECID
"The F@#K YOU EP"

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Jordan Miché: vocals
Ecid: production
Sam Weatherby: production

Hip-hop.

Jordan Miché is from Minneapolis, lives in Los Angeles and has been performing professionally for eight years. Jordan Miché is currently writing his next album.

“New free EP from Jordan Miché[sic], one of the core members of Ecid's Minneapolis hip hop crew Fill in the Breaks. This is pretty much my introduction to Jordan's music, and I must say that tracks like "@!^* You" and "The New Era" highlight some very clever lyricism and stylistic prowess that offer a fairly original approach to the genre. Ecid handles the production side of things, and brings an avant-garde jazz atmosphere to the project that compliments Miché's stylings nicely. This download is offered in promotion of the Ecid/Noah23/Jordan Miché[sic] "Attack of the Vampire Mermaid Tour," which is currently making its way across the US and which will get a San Francisco show review here shortly. A physical version of this freebie with a bonus Ecid & Jordan Miché[sic] EP "Dead Trumpet Demos" is also available for sale on the tour. Download the EP HERE and check out the show dates listed below.”
-E. Lit, My Backpack is Bigger Than Yours

“Fill In The Breaks and Fake Four Inc bring you the ‘Attack Of The Vampire Mermaid tour’ a 15-city west coast tour with indie-Hiphop heart throbs: ECID, Noah23, and Jordan Miché[sic].”
-Ham on Everything

“A mind-numbing and terror filled journey on a trail of blood you dance in, burning in the sunshine. Divulge in your most sick and twisted desires through the eyes of a clown.
You know it’s all about the sunflowers, clowns and sunshine. Chainsaws and shotguns on the way to Hollywood. So get your ass to Wal-Mart, get a shotgun, shells, chainsaw, gallon of white paint, and go to your neighbors house and party to this shit. Run through the streets asshole-naked with nothing but a sock on your cock, clown paint on your skull and blood in your teeth.
Here it is… in all it’s blood and fun-filled glory. (DOWNLOAD)”
-sp[A]ce monkey

“(Vancouver, Canada) Independent hip hop artist Jordan Miché[sic] delivers this single he calls, “Fuck You”. It’s on IHH so I fux wit it. Check it out.”
- FuNkwoRm, Indiehiphop.net

Jordan Miché has 5,998 video plays on YouTube. Jordan Miché has 2,423 followers on Twitter. Jordan Miché has 606 Facebook likes. Jordan Miché has 3,288 fans on Reverbnation. Jordan Miché has 3,591 plays on SoundCloud.

Jordan Miché is the evolution of lyricism rooted in the Golden Age of hip-hop, swirling with psychedelic rhythms and accompanied by turntables in a world that is slowly dying.

Jordan Miché uses Pro Tools, MPC 1000 XL, MPC 2000 XL, Logic, Ableton and Maschine. 

Jordan Miché likes Obey, Dickey’s and Converse All-Star. Ecid likes Nikes and New Era hats.

Jordan Miché played a show with Puppy Dogs & Ice Cream that was sponsored by Jameson.

Jordan Miché was on the “Attack of the Vampire Mermaid Tour” with Ecid & Noah 23, sponsored by Fill in the Breaks and Fake Four Inc. 

Jordan Miché was on the “Bring a Band-Aid Tour” with ECID, Span Phly, Arsenic, Truth and Adapt. 

Jordan Miché opened for Ordeal, Sadistik, Bodi and Kristoff Krane on the “Neverending Gun Tour” in Los Angeles. 

Jordan Miché opened for ECID on the “Heart-Shaped Berretta Tour” in Pomona, California. 

Jordan Miché sold all physical copies of “Jordan Miché : Phantom of the Operation”. 

Jordan Miché sold all physical copies of “Jordan Miché : Fuck You EP”.

Jordan Miché has opened for and/or performed with: Awol One, Eyedea & Abilities, Kristoff Krane, Carnage the Executioner, Copywrite, Planet Asia, UNI, Illogic, Pawz One, Yakballz, Mac Lethal, Prof, Aceyalone, Puppy Dogs & Ice Cream, No Bird Sing, Sleep of Oldominion, Qwel, Sadistik, ECID and Sahtyre.

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