Freestyle to Beyonce's Partition. The original is dope but if imma be honest I cant bump that in my car and have heads looking at me while im stopped at a light. Turn this up loud tho.

Lyrics:

I'm driving, I ain't got no partition bey... (2x)

Now this aint limo service I aint got no partition
In the driver's side, never mind what kinda car is it
Do it for my pride so I try to put my claw in it
Fake friends trynna play a part, well Audition
Do ya best rendition of whats real homie
I pay with my emotions, come and split the bill homie
Or you can let Son (sun) Vise ya at the wheel homie
We growin but it takes more than a day to build homie

Now if you Roam (Rome) through my words you will find morale
Or you could study my aura, see I got more style
but one is more shallow, Imma pick my battle
I'd rather lead you go head and be the cattle
and Im sitting on a saddle, reigning from a high horse
Who am I kidding im still trippin up on my porch
From drunk nights and rainy days
Girls read me like a book, thats a Shade of Gray

But I aint just after nookie, I b trynna pay attention for
an opportunity but they b actin like attention whores
Too many connected, Im lookin for extension cords
cuz Im too young to think about cuttin my engine off
Im trynna stretch it out, I spread myself too thin
Tho I b takin L's, I train myself to win
I waste time alot, but whose fault is that
I tell myself a web of lies and get caught in that
This another Hors d'oeuvre, cooked to my order
served with a water cuz its wet for sure
Find a better dish than this one, if there is one
Than this must be "Chopped," rap edition
Catch me while Im sizzling, Im clicking
In the middle of the Eastside, like Im Islam
But Im from the North like them bummy ass civics 
I aint trynna talk down Im just sayin how we living
I wanna be the voice of my town, gotta speak up
you recognize me by my walk whenever we meet up
My eyes are the windows to the core of my soul and I told you b4
We gon blow now believe us
Waitin on the reaper, could be today or tomorrow
but for now Im livin life like today is a bar

Im just waiting on my shot now
Writing all night trynna hold the rock down (SOB)
Its Pride Rock and the NightWriters
Lotta people jumpin ship, few right beside us
trynna chase the money cuz wit money come vaginas
Major league ballin, long distance from the minors

This is What I do
Been going hard at this ever since 22
You know what it is, call me hunnit proof
Trynna get the money I can see it coming through (Owf)

Partition SOB

NightWriters - Still be on the Mind

College Law Part 1 (Lost Boyz - Renee freestyle)

1st Suny Old Westbury Interview for TNT/OWWR 3.31.14

I Want More

Get Girls ft. Railz the Principle

Lyrics:

Chorus:
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home (2x)
Had to slow it down how you feel about that hoe, hoe
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home

Mitch The Journey:
Been a lil while but a nigga came back
got my phone got no contact, Ion really give a fuck how you feel about that
I just do my thing, in my city they call me king
You can call me Mitch, You can call me mitch
when its been a lil while, niggas always switch up
Y'all already know what I do, I just jump up in the booth
Spit it from the top of the dome and its true
and you know a nigga been doing this since 22
said that on my other song, been doing this so long
feeling so strong thats why I hit the gym
took a couple sips and the whole world spins
My lil nigga sick get the medicine, yea
all our words coded, that way the boys don't notice
gotta stay focused 25 approaching
Brentwood, wasn't born there but a dog was raised
Off the chain, listen to me bark for days
I'm sparking cuz my whole towns been parting ways
and Im bout to bring it back, and I'm bout to bring it back uhhh (home)

Chorus:
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home (2x)
Had to slow it down how you feel about that hoe, hoe
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home

Jet Eye:I was gone for a minute now im back now. Run up on a track, watch these rappers get lapped now. And they lost, they gon have to go and pull the map out. Bet I die before I back down, so they tap out, black out on these mugh fuckas. It aint nothing new, put the city on my back and I do it for the crew. Being broke with no hope changed my whole attitude. Lost my brother to the hood, put that on my tattoo. Almost lost my mind, but I think about the times, that he said I gotta do it so I stay up on the grind. Wishing I could push a button that would rewind all the times, or I could get a sign when im looking at the sky. When my tank on E,  bet im still gon ride. I aint ever gotta lie. And that's what I live by, and I wont stop, till im on top like the dot, on the letter i. ughh. Mind made up, gotta get it gotta make it, nothing handed out I gotta take it. Feeling close I could smell it I could taste it. Mind racing, making up for the time wasted. Time to take round the globe, hit the road, imma do it on my own, heating up like a stove. Come back to my city sit down on the throne, with the crown and robe, and tell these mughfuckas

Chorus:
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home (2x)
Had to slow it down how you feel about that hoe, hoe
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home
Crisso:
backhome
We back on
Money power greed
Runnin gimmi green
You fuckin with that money team 
A differnt breed
  master mind
a master grind 
Tell me how you want it
tell me how u need i
tell me if u feel me 
Baby money be Da motive
vesel full of rum like an auto motive
Rammin on ya body leave body folded
Steppin to the scene u kno we leave em all sokin
sippin smokin
She  feel the watch so she feel
The click
them niggas watch so them niggas switxh 
We in dis bitch
Hit ma nikka mitch
Bin doin dis since steven crib
Wr eatin dis
we breathin dis
juicin it like leacheses
Stright reachin this
Remarcable
Unstoppable
Ambition 
Neva missin
Hope u listin
Huslte hard 
Got battle scars 
so high we smakin stars
Earth to small to live this large

Chorus:
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home (2x)
Had to slow it down how you feel about that hoe, hoe
Been a lil while but a nigga came back home, home

Back Home ft. Jet Eye, Crisso (w/ Lyrics)

MTJ girl... and I'm all up in yo face like:
"How you doing? How you doing? How you doing, how you doing, how you doing???"

Yea

Verse 1:
Yea I'll take you out, I'll treat you delicate
Naw we ain't friends, I'm just trynna get yo benifits
Im back on my job, like its clock work
I'll take you for a ride I gotta make a stop first 
Stop first, hittin spots they will not search, watch her, got her backstage at the concert     
Now her eyes ain't the only things that's open on her 
They droppin dimes, I'm just trynna drop a token on her
Girl get on the bus, cuz if you roll wit us
I let you take a shot so you can feel the buzz                       
(Right) and we still pg-13     
Trynna take you to the next level see its working.
Now I know you heard it all and them boys are lurking
I'm all up in yo bubble, next thing that's bursting
I spent... All day rehearsing
Now it's show time spend yo time wit journey

Chorus:
Work wit the boy, work wit the boy
I know we trynna build... 
work with the boy.               

Work with the boy work wit the boy
The time we spent is real
Work wit the boy

Verse 2:
Now how much time you need, I'll wait it out
You weighing out yo options, well let me break it down
Oh you ain't finished yet, then you should say it now
Cuz you gon tell yo friends, when I ain't around
See now you trynna act, you text me and im writing back, 
got a suitcase, shh shawty put yo pride in that
You trippin, too many steps up in ya pivot
I come from a different walk of life thats why I'm limping
My town is a prison, get in where you fit in, and long Island don't get the respect but we give it
it's all good, it's all good coming from the wood. 
Its politics n' everything ain't always how it look                   
Look, now take my hand I'm taking you away 
and where we headed that's only for me and you to say
I know yo friends talk, lemme get that one on one
Cuz we doing more than talking when we bumping gums

Chorus:
Work wit the boy, work wit the boy
I know we trynna build... 
work with the boy.               

Work with the boy work wit the boy
The time we spent is real
Work wit the boy


Work Wit' The Boy (Prod. by Melodiq Assassin) W/ lyrics

Remix to Pretty Flacko Jody pt. 2

Pride Rock... Its the NightWriters...

No Chill

First recording for MTJ in quite some time, enjoy.

Cavity prod. by D. Blades

Mitch the Journey is a college graduate who sees no future in living with a 9 to 5. Now that its his time to find his own path, he chose to follow the passion that has been inside him since 12 years old.He first began to take his music as serious as cancer in 2010. Music is not only where he stores his emotions but it is also the space where he completely leaves himself up for vulnerability. He clearly has quite a few vendettas from the past that haven't been resolved, but his music sheds light on all. 

Mitch the Journey has performed at a great variety of places along Long Island, including Suny Stony Brook and Suny Old Westbury. As his name grows, so does the number of venues that he performs. Taking any opportunity to hold a microphone and do what he does best, he shows no signs of slowing doing. He recently released his first project entitled "Get on the Bus," and is currently working on his second project. Only time will tell what his future holds.


Mitch The Journey

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