Your Neighborhood B.E.D.

Telephone feat. XL Middleton

Telephone *(Remix)

Sometimes I go to sleep and dream of suicide, it’s hard to stop it   That’s why I went do or die in this hip hop shit, and I wake up praying to the world,  I hope I make it cuz damn I love these @ucking girls and how they shake it…and I’ve been doing this for years, not much to show for it, Writing for my peers, it’s like a ghost wrote it    Never got a cheer or a toast for it    This life of a broke poet

Chorus: Life(2x) Life of a Broke Poet,  Lott of blood, sweat and tears, not much to show for it…This life of a Broke Poet

Songs come and songs go, and I don’t think that I’m ever gonna blow   Older now and it’s getting hard to fake it, Bundled in this shroud of failure keep me feeling like I’m naked   There’s a part of me, in this artistry, if you haven’t lived it then it’s kind of hard to see   Reach into my soul no matter what the subject, how many pieces of my soul gonna get scattered to the public? If I could count the times that I got the line… you’re on the verge of signing on the dotted line… Then they swerve, somewhere along the line, Then they merge the words “better luck with next time”   Pulling swords for an opponet, say that deal’s yours, then go and postpone it… To the drawing board, seem like a joke don’t it?  This life of a broke poet

Broke Poet *(Nobody Remix)

Somebody go and tell the Homies back on the street, that I was born in
That I finally got a chance to reap, what I've been sowin
And they got me all up in a suite, that they bestowed me
From here on out we play for keeps, that's how we're rollin
And these girls wanna hit the sheets, they wanna bone him
Go ahead and rest your beak, up on the scrotum
Cause if I turned it back a week, before you know him
You'd probably turn the other cheek, and just ignore him
And it's so @ucken weird, cause havin all this money's kinda foreign
but havin money's fun, and being broke is boring
it's kinda like the sun, it keeps the rain from pouring

[Chorus] Get Patron, get a sack, cause we gonna get blown when I get back
Hit up Tone tell her to bring the Lack, cause we gonna get blown when I get back
Papa gone, he didn't get to see it crack, so we gonna get blown when I get back
Get on the phone and round up the pack cause, we gonna get blown when I get back

I remember Ma @uckers would avoid my like button like the plaque
now when I like somethin it's to Mike within a day
being white up in this game's like fighting in a cage cause
Haters gonna say what Haters gonna say
And it's hard to get a Buzz when you look like Kiefer Sutherland
And you ain't got no @ucken blood comin from the Motherland
But when they hear Peacockin and them others Man,
I get love like "Bruh Man"
I love it when these old girlies give me leeway 
Do about a hundred, toes curlin on the freeway
Come on babe, let me get a little free play
Cause you don't get paid when you @uck with M.T.K.

For this Hip-Hop I spent the best years of my Youth
Man, I spent years in the booth
Right now your ears hearin the truth
Someone say they ain't they lyin thru they tooth

[Last Chorus] Bring Patron, Bring a sack, cause we gonna get blown when I get back
Get on the phone and round up the pack...we gonna get blown when I get back
Papa gone, he didn't get to see it crack, so we gonna get blown when I get back
Hit up Tone, tell her to bring the Lack...Cause we gonna get blown when I get back

When I Get Back

Written by: Mike Troy       -Choruses sung by: Marcos Hernandez  
Remix by: El Ten Eleven
{Lyrics}

[Girls]
Had Girls that I've divvied up my life for
Had Girls that I've given up the Mic for
Even had a girl that I backed in a fight for
[Betrayed], Ended up with a back with a knife scar

[Homies]
Me and my childhood friends took a hood pact
Said we'd ride for each other til the end like a wolf back
But, when we got a little to big for a book bag
Half got up, stopped, shook that - grabbed they @hit, left the block, never looked back
What is it, that makes us adults refuse to act right?
Is it, Karmatic retribution for a past life?
Making me live everyday as a half life?
Or should I say half a life, Hennessy and weed tryin to pass the time

[Chorus]
When I look back on my young life, I see all the things I've done wrong
Feels like there's nothing I've done right
And all the wasted Sun light, through all the Days of my Life
Here to remind me, my worst years are behind me

Sit back, close your eyes, think of all the childhood dreams that you once had
before you started smokin weed and you learned how to bag grams
Before responsibilities had you sandbagged 
{Yeah}, @ucked up when you think about it like that(3x)
Don't worry, I know exactly how it feel like
To have to give up on your passion for this ill life
They was like, leave the music, get a job, get a real life
Now they livin abstract, I'm livin the Surreal life
Don't ever let a Motha @ucka tell you what's right for you
Cause if your @hit flops man, no one gonna fight for you
They Crabs, see you at the top of the pot and down they pull
Listen to your thoughts and the internal sounds of your soul

Days of my Life *Remix*

A Sample of Mike Troy's up and coming album G.H.O.S.T.T (Gotta Hell O' Story To Tell). With intricate story telling as well as a wide ranging spectrum of sound, Mike Troy is lucky enough to come along during music's most diverse period assuring him a spot among other hip-hop artists who foresaw and capitalized on  this musical/cultural trend. 

Mike Troy "Don Chele" - Sampler Mix

Written by Mike Troy  -Choruses sung by: Marcos Hernandez
Produced by: Frizzy (The Streetz)
Chorus:

Dem Peacockin'(7x)

Who you know look super fly walking around in plain clothes?
Look fly in any ride, Motha @uck a Range Rove
Who you know can write a number one song in two tongues?
Brunette or Blond, put my music on and Boo's sprung
What white boy you know go to Mexico as a young lad
Stay a few years, sex a few hoes then come back
Roll up in the club and bitches show Mike no love
Start speaking Spanish and Bitches be like Hold Up

Always cryin for attention like them bitches do
And if you find this offensive then this is you
Always talkin bout that vista view
Spend more time in the mirror than his sister do
He ain't got a job so he ain't got a job to make
Three hours in the Gym, lookin like a jerk workin out in them Prada shades
And his Mama still back them Bills, All the holes you gotta fill when you lack them skills
I ain't gotta problem with you flaunting what your talents gotcha {Nah}
I just gotta problem with you flaunting what your allowance bought ya

Mike Troy "Don Chele" - Peacocking

Written by Mike Troy  -Choruses sung by: Marcos Hernandez
Produced by: Frizzy (The Streetz)
Chorus:


Who you know look super fly walking around in plain clothes?
Look fly in any ride, Motha @uck a Range Rove
Who you know can write a number one song in two tongues?
Brunette or Blond, put my music on and Boo's sprung
What white boy you know go to Mexico as a young lad
Stay a few years, sex a few hoes then come back
Roll up in the club and bitches show Mike no love
Start speaking Spanish and Bitches be like Hold Up

Always cryin for attention like them bitches do
And if you find this offensive then this is you
Always talkin bout that vista view
Spend more time in the mirror than his sister do
He ain't got a job so he ain't got a job to make
Three hours in the Gym, lookin like a jerk workin out in them Prada shades
And his Mama still back them Bills, All the holes you gotta fill when you lack them skills
I ain't gotta problem with you flaunting what your talents gotcha {Nah}
I just gotta problem with you flaunting what your allowance bought ya