Mike Mictlan "CLAPP'D" by Doomtree published on 2014-08-29T23:21:57Z "CLAPP'D" CREDITS Raps by Mike Mictlan Produced by RedVelvet Beats for NAIMA Co-Produced by Cecil Otter and Lazerbeak Doomtree’s Mike Mictlan announces the release of HELLA FRREAL. Set for release on October 27th, the 10-track album features Mike’s rapid-fire lyrics over larger-than-life production from Cecil Otter, RedVelvet Beats, 2% Muck, 1990, Mike Frey, JuanL, and Lazerbeak, with guests Greg Grease, Ceschi, and Aby Wolf all along for the ride. Mictlan has long been known as a spitter; he writes technical patterns and can deliver them at speed. He's also a natural performer--never plainer than when he takes center stage at First Avenue and ignites the entire room with a dance, a look, a gesture--he knows just how long a pause will springload an audience so it's primed to erupt at the next punchline. On HELLA FRREAL we hear the Mike we know, harder and sharper. We hear a new Mike too--we're let behind the curtain for a few earnest moments that were harder to find on his previous releases. HELLA FRREAL is currently available for pre-order from iTunes and the Doomtree webstore. Each pre-order will receive lead single “CLAPP’D” as an instant grat track. Those who order from the Doomtree webstore will also receive a signed digi-pak CD, access to a private LiveStream chat with Mike, and a HELLA FRREAL sticker. The Doomtree webstore will also offer a deluxe pre-order that includes everything in the standard version, plus a screen-printed patch and a one-of-a-kind individualized t-shirt exclusive to this pre-order. Lyrics: It’s all good No it ain’t Cuz I’m thinking exactly the polar opposite That’s just something that we gotta say when we wanna cover up Or turn a bad thing, positive They shootin – but nobody made em look They gotta ghetto life fetish Middle class circus at a Lower class zoo Quarter life conflict we all Drug War Veterans Not everybody from the hood is a killer or a dealer or a villain Everybody in the hood wanna do something better For they life and they children Anybody ever tell you different They prolly lying tryna sell you something Ain’t nobody tryna hear that woofin Not a motherfucker in this world’ll tell me nothing & somebody gonna play that game THEY SAY IT”S ONLY FOR THE BIGBOYZ + GIRLZ But every game is really played the same You gotta play it if you wanna get a turn Hundred grand in the hand what chu look at the pistol end for? Spin it, close your eyes All you hear is a click Click – Click Click HEAR NO CLAP FEEL NO HEAT CLICK then…. Whatchu gonna do now? Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP”D!! Give the MANN- a HANND he might get CLAPP’D!! It was a cruel summer now get ready for a cold winter Hot burners from slow dinners Fast Streets Private Soldiers for dough lenders Whiter the crack, the wider the white of the eyes in em And the meth venom The dope sent em down the river and thru the hoods to red door clinic Its no different from inherited wealth but We only inherit the struggle that goes with it Post no bills Ghosts in a shell system Scapegoats they worship the lone shepherd Willingly manipulated -- low effort But who gives a fuck when you're broke, frozen in gold Somebody tell me why Abdulle got shot Was it the feds? Was it a plot? All I know is I’ma hold his spot Don’t even trip young bruvv Hatchmarks in the clot Last seconds on the clock Tell em to Shoot for the moon but not to aim at the block nuthin bout a glock ever show me how to Work a plan CLAIM MY SPACE Call it State Of Mind-Kurdistan Whatchu gonna do now? Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP”D!! Give the MANN- a HANND he just got CLAPP’D!! Genre rap
