The first song i ever made, didn't compress it at all! 
thought i'd leave it up just for memories sake

https://www.instagram.com/mykel.sean/

Osama

https://www.instagram.com/mykel.sean/

EXPLICIT LYRICS

produced by palm ocean
engineered by sebastian miller

"sippin that tussin, mothefucker yeah i got this shit for nothing
why these bitches always buggin
bringing up excuses when im asking for the benjamins
i aint playing no games when we talking about my bread

you be speaking with the rats, heard yall singing to the feds
filled up my whole fridge, copped up on pints of that red
in case i get sick, i got a lot of medicine
dope boy dreams had to cop me a benz
i aint realy got any friends
the end of the day they just a means to an ends
had to take a break sippin gettin the bends
target laser beams heat seekers coming for yo head
got a lot of dirty money and a lot of drugs who gon trap in my stead
surronded by my old homies
gotta new steelo i aint never by my lonely
bitch a whole backseat bandit heard she out here fishbonin
grew up in the trap, my cabinets had them german cockroaches
sick from all the rodents, now im servin up the potions
got an alter motive, rerocking them seals but they still be all unbroken
sellin shit for the low on the net you bet yo ass this shit all be stolen
gotta stash my load cuz im going door to door
flippin all this po
all yo homies average joes
taking all them pics sharing clothes i can tell that yall broke
bitches in my dms begging me to just poke
i aint hittin shit bitch better deepthroat
came up a hundred short now i aint sellin to yo bros
they all mad as fuck actin like lil hoes
its the principle i aint playing with yall folks
better come n get yo mans he lookin like he off them xans
fucking up my plans bitches on my drugs now they stuck up in a trance
i aint throwin no hands, spittin big tater chunks bustin open all them heads
homie tryna box i aint boxin shit im finna pop off yo top
i aint talking to no motherfucking cops im talking to my glock
4's of wock in my exotic pop
im gone out of my mind sippin all this drop
creme n wock with a lil snot in the top of my cup
ptsd from the shit that i seen, i forget it with this mud
alzhiemers if we talking bout the shit that i done
turn into a hun if you flexing bundles of them funds
coughed so much now my nose got the runs
need to sip lean while smoking all them runtz
back to back to the dome smoking packwood bluntz
straight out the seal, all my product be real
why these whores tryna cop up on a feel
outchea road runnin whippin on the wheel
rolling up banana peels
scheming and sliming like im really a human eel
gotta little nostrum in my cup thats why my drank teal
bitches aint gettin shit off my plate, better be glad you gettin happy meals
got the little laser beams and the holo scope
lookin like the main shooter off of call of duty ghosts
yall seen my mask no suprise u got no hope
took all yo dope, im the one who took yo bros soul
you better go and cop a real pole
totin all them ghost guns, you lookin real broke
im rockin all white and gold lookin like the pope
hoes calling up my phone, im in a whole another timezone
bitch a whole college student she got a good dome
im sippin all this dope i can feel it in my bones
bitch a whole leecher kicked her out the 2 seater
gotta couple chains so i gotta keep a heater
speaking in codes i hope the feds aint get the meaning
got all the quagen pints stocked in the back of my freezer
just a part of my procedure, sippin all that green yall lookin some lil creatures"

Procedure (Prod.PalmOcean)

https://www.instagram.com/mykel.sean/

produced by palm ocean
engineered by sebastian miller

EXPLICIT LYRICS

"scheming and finessing
but im still pushing blessings
got all these bitches coming to me for they boyfriends medicine
they all tryna get up on my dick cuz they know im heavensent
im evil as fuck i cannot be yo reverend
im mixing up with fetty with the pressies
rollie on my wrist lookin like a president
on the pot whippin up a mercedes benz
i aint fucking any bitch only pulling 10's
i aint even got no friends, they all just ameans to an ends
all my friends dead presidents, blue faced benjamins 
how you say you got my back, steal from me like you smokin crack
been thru some shit got my dead homies watchin my back
surronded by the rats literally inside a dirty trap
once i push my raps, you gonna see me all up on the map
you know its straight facts, my flow be straight gas
these bitches be goofy giving away all that ass
fuckin on a cornball crawlin to me like trash
yall fantasizing bout gettin all my racks
my conscience gone only thinking bout cash
a hollow shell gotta keep a couple dirty mags
im always stressed how to spend all these dirty racks
gotta stay humble yall be rockin dem rags
i heard yo raps you need to go n get yo money back
fatass rappers need to lose some fucking weight
im workin these bitches on the block tryin get em paid
chomping n chewing on them percyz retarded in the brain
nike aint shit got designer on my laces
countin up dead faces i aint leavin em no traces
the judge and DA worshipping me on some hatred
ten bricks on my wrist can't you tell that im rich
see all this sauce that i kick, got the brick doin backflips
press these bitches got em runnin up my benjamins
juice coming in, but im still commiting sins
breaking the bread but i aint sippin no gin
i aint like these other men
dirty racks fallin out my pockets drippin in fashion
rerocking presses heard they sniffin and spazzin
turned the creme red its a little like magic
bitch lookin broke n bummy begging me for rations
gotta a couple semis wit switches now they fully automatic
i know you bout that static so i moved a little different
caught you up slippin, sent yo soul to heaven yo bodies still pissin
now you crew lookin wretched, all yo homies gone i bet you still miss em
rip they asses in pieces yall were sweet like a reeses
i could explain all this shit but you aint even get the meaning
sipped up a 4 of wock and now im dozin straight leanin
they couldnt even flip a lil quad how they wantin my features
i hit em with a 2 piece his body did a floppa
how you talking cash but you aint even got a closet of prada
i know this bitch a straight bopper
press me for the cash and im giving you no options
yo ass ground beef got the shells like im servin tacos
i heard yo homies all chivatos, fake pumping actin all macho
gettin money before these bitches that is the motto"

The Motto (Prod.PalmOcean)

EXPLICIT LYRICS


"imported ricks, im surronded by bad bitches
rolexes in britches these pigs know we hittin licks
im just trying get rich, why the feds always obsessed with my ass
prada and the louis bitch you know im boutta crash
i gotta lotta sloppy knots and a lotta dirty stacks
how the fuck else you think i get all this motherfucking drank
my dope it stanks, im flexing hard in the bank
the teller lookin at me like im fuckin crazy
you know i be shady, i be wrapping up the babies
kilos and the bricks, bitch im just tryna jug licks
got a couple chains so i had to cop a couple sticks
we outchea hoppin gates safe crackin mansions
DA got my pictures but they aint got my blampers

better mind yo manners yall be fanned out
i be sippin dirty cuz i was raised up in the south
couple gold slugs that i got up in my mouth
i be pushin drank why the fuck you talking bout a drought
y'all really plugged up with absolutely nothing
i aint into cuffing
i be pharmacy bustin
bitch wanna love me better plead the fifth
ill finna beat yo ass down you better not be flapping to these pigs
break a bad bitch neck then i make her head bobble
i heard y'all raps and that shit was all awful
amg mercedez benz stomping on the throttle
you a baby back bitch i can see all you ribs
totin on a misfire taurus pistol
smoking all that crystal
i aint even smoke weed im always on a mission
mixing up the quagen and the wock, gotta stay sippin
these bitches bow down, had to hit em with a blessing
cuz im the block reverend
leavin all these goofies second guessing
how im gettin to the dividends
i be making plays till the day that im dead
bitch ill get rich end up in the bricks like im fetty wap
my mind up in knots, im a slave to the drop
hope my fans aint snitches tell my lines to the cops
all these pops on my knots
all these mods on the glocks
treflippin opps like im tony hawk
and im really outchea motherfucker with these fuckin mops
you put me on the spot im finna test out my glock
powder on the floor got the packs coming in the door
wok and quagen im pourin up 4's
knocking down baddies sellin all they bootyholes
yall flexing dubs got me laughing percy lodged up in my throat
so much lean in my trap gonna need a life boat
im icy cold a titanic to these hoes"

Imported Ricks

EXPLICIT LYRICS


"got a lotta dirty stacks
how yall talkin all that crap but you aint even got no racks
my pockets gettin fat we can all get some money dont be actin like a rat
i can teach you a thing or 2 about trappin
bands coming to me like a magnet
need a lil bitch that be actin fuckin ratchet
my glocks never lock up when it be clappin
better mind yo bidness bitch when i get stackin
why they copying my lines when i get to rappin
shit be fuckin crazy i aint rappin like lil gravy
i just be actin shady, got my juice chillin in a baby bottle
turned all my semis fully auto, got the switches up off ali baba
how you talkin all that drama you aint even got no llama
i can be yo bitches father
shit aint nobody hotter
im the shit baggin glock popper
pressure cook a bitch like a betty crocker
i just be sellin nug i aint with all that flockin
gotta keep a lil baby chopper
cuz i heard they talkin all that drama
im finna pop off some toppas

bitch 

im finna pop off some toppas
i could really be yo bitches father
they coming to me im set up in a tabernacle
better respect my presence in the palace chapel
i finna mix up yo brain but i aint playinon  no scrabble
a mixture of the drugs i got it up out the capsule
chillin in my castle but im ready for battle
bitches from new york and bitches from seattle
fuck you mean you got some green beams
i got my red beams and my red drank
im powin up that stank
im sippin on that dank
i be laughing all up in the bank
making plays errayday
the cycle of flippin got me living on the edge
paranoid pistol grippin lemon squeezin
buddha on my neck shoes christian feet be bleeding
all these bands im proceeding
all these packs i be scheming
givin bitches percy dick why they always screaming
servin up the fetty wap why they always fiending

juggin and finessin
caught a couple bodies
i called her ass a blessing
him with a smith n wesson
left his mama guessin
i aint even testing
bitch im reckless
cannibal rounds left em all headless
you see me with a bitch and you know i be pimpin
get dem QPs by the week bitch you know i be flippin

in all black on yo block
servin all these thots
they all suckin cock autobot
im servin rocks out my ankle socks
blowing big chops droppin bodies non stop
what yall thought you'd get flappin to the cops
im servin a lot im sending out the boowops
50 an eighth boy yo ass need a fuckin stop
my livers fried my kidneys all in a knot
mods on my glock itll make yo block hot
spin yo ass like a beyblade then i pop off yo top
i jugged me a lot, i finnessed a whole lot of bops
what can i say im a demon for the guap"

Tabernacle

EXPLICIT LYRICS

"prada in my closet
couple baby mamas
packing up my product
glockas and the llamas
pop a couple toppas
right next to shot spotters
rerockin all the wocky
sippin woke up at the doctors
got me all up on the crimestoppers
neighborhood watchers finna meet my choppa
bitches giving ultimatums you know i got no options

pop a percy sweatin like a sauna
thats how you know it aint no fetty wap
wock up in my soda pop im ghostin all these stupid thots
they be all up in the gym doin squats
i got the packs doin acrobatics backflips
turned my semi fullyautomatic
got this switch off alibabi
now you tail tucking drama
but u talking bout my dollars
pocket watchin motherfuckers had to fuckin off em
tough guy mean muggin finna end up in a coffin

prada in my closet
couple baby mamas
packing up my product
glockas and the llamas
pop a couple toppas
right next to shot spotters
rerockin all the wocky
sippin woke up at the doctors
got me all up on the crimestoppers
neighborhood watchers finna meet my choppa
bitches giving ultimatums you know i got no options

hoes offering, why would i oppose
why these other rappers broke
wearin generic clothes they aint even smokin indoors
my strains exclusive cali i prefer the oreoz
rick owens on my toes im the one who does the most
i take the rest of yall as jokes
y'all distraught with no hope, aint ever even seen a bow
i be flippin packs right up off of the boat
yall broke with dirty clothes, me im powin up 4's
i took this nostrum to my dome
im searchin for a pint y'all be searchin for a home
me im powin up 4's 
i took this nostrum to my dome
im searchin for a pint y'all be searchin for a home

prada in my closet
couple baby mamas
packing up my product
glockas and the llamas
pop a couple toppas
right next to shot spotters
rerockin all the wocky
sippin woke up at the doctors
got me all up on the crimestoppers
neighborhood watchers finna meet my choppa
bitches giving ultimatums you know i got no options"

Prada in My Closet

"bomb a bitch baghdad like im hussein i aint sippin no plain
but my rollie plain jane
pieces aint plates 24 carots white gold tennis chain
lean spillin out my coffee cups designers fucked up hella pink stains
sayin im cappin insomnia seen all my homies dead faces
popped you in yo shit, brick with no cut, my product sweats
runnin in yo pockets leave with you nothing left

live a different life than you trappin
seen da bag man and i make that shit happen
gotta have drank i aint doin no features
whip a v12 double exhaust 2 seater
8 speed shifter paddles buttons on the dash extra features
fit 20 grand you aint even get the meaning
chillin in the grotto with the heathens
bitches side eye me finna get caught in a beating
wrapping up these bales, im going straight to hell
fuckin my name up the shit be mykel
i be servin all up on the cashapp and zelle
chime, bitcoin, shit even paypal
i put the racks in deoderant and i send it through the mail
seen me outchea pimpin like a demon, plottin on these goofies always scheming
fetty wap pill pressin zylazinin all the fiendas
i was the reason krokodil had em all tweakin

bomb a bitch baghdad like im hussein i aint sippin no plain
but my rollie plain jane
pieces aint plates 24 carots white gold tennis chain
lean spillin out my coffee cups designers fucked up hella pink stains
sayin im cappin insomnia seen all my homies dead faces
popped you in yo shit, brick with no cut, my product sweats
runnin in yo pockets leave with you nothing left

why the cops always on my ass prolly cuz im poppin under shot spotters
rerockin all the wocky, why you talkin when you always on my page stalkin
up in bally fitness you would think i went joggin
i be choosy with my bitches i aint never raw doggin
perpetually pourin up quagen i gotta stay flossin
all these bops you know i be ducking and dodging
yo bitch a whole block hopper
me i be glock poppin
you know on the side i be mud walkin
why they always beggin for my features
bad bitches beggin to collab with my semen
i got the loud pack bitch it be wreaking
and i got the drank man itll fuck yo whole weekend
guns out the crate wanna meet my all demons

uh

im huggin my chop 
its throwin out the boulders i aint sending out no shots
pops on my knots, mods on my glocks, i aint into socking

bomb a bitch baghdad like im hussein i aint sippin no plain
but my rollie plain jane
pieces aint plates 24 carots white gold tennis chain
lean spillin out my coffee cups designers fucked up hella pink stains
sayin im cappin insomnia seen all my homies dead faces
popped you in yo shit, brick with no cut, my product sweats
runnin in yo pockets leave with you nothing left"

Baghdad

https://soundcloud.com/mishanya-442209813


"i put a hex on yo head cuz u pocket watchin all my bread
wizard in the trap mixing up potions making me fat
put a spell on yo bitch why she wearing my logo on her ass
i can see why you mad yo ass down bad
you aint got no cash
that shit got you steaming
you fiending im big meeching
middle of a meeting ill call you right back
i got business prospects visions in my trap
finna spit a couple raps put my name up on a map
yall can't relate you struggle day by day

why even hate or throw shade up on my name
ima saint to my street my homies 6 feet deep
for them i weep yellow tape and white sheets
coming for my enemies codiene turns my pee pink
designer on my feet you know i got the cheatsheets
e-scripts i got chinese docs up and down my contact list

i got the dino drank its hard to take a shit bitch
fossil fuels in my cup i got alpharma importin all my pops korean bitch i need them for the cut
304's i aint showin no love
i wont be cuffin on no hoes unless they puttin drugs up in they buttholes
need you dope runnin mean muggin they safe bustin finding yellow tussin
dont be doing all that frontin my phone bumpin yo ass buggin
me i be shell huggin prolly cuz i grew up with the roughskins
don't be speaking bout me in yo raps unless you really touchin bread
y'all be actin like the feds
dick sucking all these pigs
fake pumping in yo bars i be known to leave a evil bad bitch ajar
im like a deity they worship my ass from afar
my cups full of slime lookin like im sippin on tar
oil for generations bitches from asia
blood splatter on my gats drinkin all this lean man it got my ass fat
just look at my tats can't you tell i got stacks
like 10 bands bitch hadn't even reached my motherfucking chest
these bitches be starin they now i leave em blessed
my opps be hating, but i still aint been pressed
im a grinch when im robbin im lookin for that chest
why yo bitch on my ass prolly cuz i got a lotta checks
payin my respects had to say my amends, pops looking down got my ass yet again
but i still got a pocket rocket this a fnem
i aint really into new friends about my dead presidents
alls i really like is the blue strips bald headed benjamins
bitch
ay its mykel"

Fossil Fuels (Prod. Mishanya)

Copy and Paste

Chakra

Boat in the bay ft. YSB Montana

My Name Mykel

feelin like ben 10, 10 bandz on my wrist
couple racks spent it just came out my piss
fossil fuels in my coffee cups
dino out the pint you know the plugs showing me love
prolly cuz i pour they drugs all up at the club
drank got me pissed ill pop a mean mugger
i be paranoid PTSD bitch i might just kill my cousin
he be steady road running gettin me a lot of tussin
i aint talking robo we sippin yellow autobot
why y'all always callin all the cops actin like my opps
pops on my knots
rerockin the pints back to back nonstop
jug a goofy trick bitch right up at the spot
you scarin all my hoes lets see whats in them pockets
in mine bitch i got a moafuckin pocket rocket
cuban links on my neck dangling a 10 ball locket
fuck all that flocking man fuck all that scammin
im a baller baby bitch i been hustlin
all my dead brothers taught me how to get it how i live
i been hunting pints and y'all just be thinking bout rent
i be totin fnems, y'all be totin lil taureses
just like yo sign ill knock yo old bullheaded ass down
gone out my mind from sippin all this bobby brown
tired of all these broke ass rappers steady cappin
pipe that shit down poured up yo net worth up in my faygo
heard the cops know about my whip i gotta laylow
i use my homeboy he be steady ubering
bitches forming group chats saying im a hubris
i don't really find it humurous
-shit-
lookin like homer from sippin all this po up
you better do yo homework if you tryna diss me
haters gone off the speed i be puffin collard greens
why yo bitches on my dick she be all up out her purse
spit on my name and then i put out a curse
put a hex on yo head you were pocket watchin all my bread
y'all be actin like the feds tryna make me leave a footprint
but im still door knockin mini mansion wreakin havoc on the oldheads
shit y'all got me dissapointed
kinda like im been all these other rappers fathers
look at what my collars poppin
i be lookin fly cuz im pint rerocking
bitches giving ultimatums but u know there aint no options
these bars they aint stoppin till they knock off my head
im gone out my mind i been sippin all these meds
if you touch up on my cup
you gettin punched in the mug
im the king of the flood
y'all be living a drought 
and i could help yall out
just give me a shoutout

ay iz mykel

Ben 10.v2

(Prod.illmatik)
https://soundcloud.com/lenard_93

i been trappin rappin packin up powder in the package
fake pumping on the beat why they always fuckin lackin
mykel up on this shit and its something like some magic
rick owens on my feet new season what im stomping
boy my fashion game retarded unreleased and im still coppin
they whining on the beat tell em quit all of dat flockin
big play the day complete plug be spaniard half moraccan
shit you know iz mykel
so much money need to pay my taxes might go to jail
y'all be trappin like snails, coffins ill be yo nail


i know they wanna see me deceased got the quagen in my spleen
all these goofy bops up on my team
i be stocked up on beans for all the fiends
exotic tree i love to smoke on healthy
fuck a stupid bitch tell her cop up on a plan B
aint raising on no bastards i aint doing all that
dino up in my cup now my ass be all fat
aint with that last rap group
they be acting like rats
mykel on the beat
they be like he cant rap
just cuz my flow different
and it got yall all mad
i be gettin to the bag
is that really why yall sad

Mykel Magic

Lyrics

"investing in the wock i aint really into stocks
i got the pops on my knots
quagen in my 4's akorn what im pouring
dissin me in songs but y'all got no motion
magician with a duece pharma up in my potion
poured up the faygo zotic stinky buds in my rotation
my toes in designer my whip a space station
tats on my neck swiches on my blicks 
hit you with the fully auto semi
blinded by the dead men but i got me plenty
yall be broke sippin henny and im pouring up yo rent
paranoid watching for the feds
window peeking haunted by the door kicks
shit

y'all got the cops on yo phone
actin like 304's that shit i dont condone
lil ass 9's bitch i got a 4 double o
7 hit you with a blessing
smith n wesson in my dressing
whole block in the twilight zone
cops hanging up out the home 
feds tryna tap my boost flip phone

im really totin on the stinches
rap pretender's yall just bein victims
turn yo homies to a witness
saw me a ghost but im not superstitious

im standing on a pile in some fur lined ricks
tryna get me caught up but im never leaving footprints

i be mini mansion door knocking i be lockpickin
window hoppin sly cooper stove poppin
i be eastern pink kissing
styrofoam up in my kitchen 
cauldrons what im whippin
rerocking bricks for the dividends
fucked the juice game in my city now they really droppin dead
no tellin what i do to get a pile of rare dino meds 

red rum in my cup steady pouring up that blood
sippin tsunamis i be a part of the flood
swamp monster just a lot of that mud
im the salvation army when it comes to givin slugs
yall rap about me in them songs ill have you wrapped up in a rug
im a router bitch i got a lot of plugs
yo body in a ditch tryna act like you suge

Yall motherfuckers just some fake ass thugs

pulled up at the function and i 2 pac'd him
bitch im a ten glockker

just bopped me a 304 i had to meet the fockers
they aint really know i be glock poppin"

Twilight Zone

sorry for the 5th reupload guys i keep messing with the mixing on this

Divine Comedy

Manson

produced by @w3llstillw3ll on IG
https://soundcloud.com/mishanya-442209813

https://soundcloud.com/theprofessorpanda

Outer space flow ft Professor panda

produced by @w3llstillw3ll on IG
@mishanya-442209813

https://soundcloud.com/carlito-cadena-955010136

Locksmith Ft. Carlito

produced by @w3llstillw3ll on IG
@mishanya-442209813

Origami

Spaceship

produced by @StillW3LL on IG
@mishanya-442209813

Spaceship #2

Rap Philosophy ft. Sicario

Uchies by the dozen ft. Sicario

Heard it through the grapvine Ft Professor panda

This one was mixed and mastered by KD tha activist

Alligator Boots Ft. KD Tha Activist

Cant Stand it!

Produced by the homeboy from Minsk Belarus, StillW3LL aka Mishanyu, Much love bro

MyKeL

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