ALBUM ARTWORK DESIGN: BOBBY DAYDREAM (@bobbyd.44)
DIGITAL ARTWORK DESIGN: JAMES MOORE (@mopearsmusic)
SOUND ENGINEER: YOUNG REYES (@YRMIX1)
FULL TAPE (click for link)
This A Mick's Tape
Poppin' from the press gate
Out the shit's creek
Shoulder cold to catch weight
This the real deal = Holyfield
Without a deal
Holdin' up the status quo
Start the fire, yeah
Bonafide, fly
Bad guy
Floatin' in the sky
Skippin' with the beat
Like a coaster on a ride
Remedy repeat
Feed the focus, come alive
Kill em in they sleep
If they wake up
Galvanize.
Tally high
Up the ladder
Sayonara
See yuh later
Til tomorrow
Bring the papers
As a favor
Mr. NeighborGOOD
Grew up in the neighborhood
Never thought I could be
Someone that would stay for good
So the story goes
Sold my soul
For student loans
Also Mental gold
Plus the middle
Where to go?
I'm posted at the road
Smokin' pot with Monaco
Supposed to be at home
Told my parents
Adios
Comma closed
In my checking
Yeah, I'm broke
It's all good doe
Lately I've been on a roll
You know
The blue collar
Booze saga
Lifestyle of Chicago
Well
It's always details with the females
Cheap thrills
Three bills
Payin' w(ho)le sale
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
And on & on & on
We chaunce, we talk
That shit, quick
Walkin' in
Kickin' with the sticks
Teflon, turbo hit the blitz
Bliss, fury from the fist
Said "hurry sir, let's dip"
Y'all start while I'll finish
Pity pot rap
Paddy on the track
Spittin' rad vintage
Raw venom, short-winded
Pulp fiction
The pulse missin'
From the force driven
Authentic
The work ethic
That concerns effort
A firm center
Off the curb,
Better be
Cautiously
When you rockin' with the beat
I'm the type of mofucka to take
The shoes up off your feet, kid
Free kicks
Could be Nike or Adidas
Speed kills
Listen to the voice of reason
Deep breaths, yes
Don't fight the feeling
Tick tock, Papa Doc
Time to leave, kid
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
Ba-da-ba-ba
The beat goes on, on
(HEY)
I've been feelin' it
Feedin' off my confidence
Conscious
Critical to content
A contest once
I'm comin' up with problems
Said I'll solve them
Saul Goodman
Criminal defense
Typical
For the story of events
That cha hearin' these days
So sad
So stiff
My momma always told me
"They'll be days like this"
So
Y'all should park up
&
Spark another spliff
Catch me at the park
Dawg
I'm barkin' at cha bitch
Mask off, fuck it
Middle finger to the government
Give n' go get em' son
Show 'em
What cha workin' with
2. OLD SCHOOL (prod. by yondo)
I said a check
One-two
On the mic
Now I'm hype shit
History untold
Once the scroll
Stop
&
Write shit
Shimmy bang bang
Homie holla
"Nice tits"
Flip the bird back
Clap
On the same shit
Yeah
One time
Bangin off the baseline
Let the lames switch
Swervin' through the chase live
Heard it through the grape vine
Johnny Two Time
Shimmy bang bang
Save it for the next rhyme
Roll tide
39
No safe zone
Chicago defense
On my apeshit
Tape deck ancient
Midwest
From the rest of you fake slicks
Laid back
With my feet up on the ottoman
Launderin' but this money not
Payin' the rent
Yuh see
I pay respect,
As loyal as it gets
Beast on the loose
In the sandlot of death
Slide headfirst
My verse first
Fly, bitch, work
Sky divin' in the dirt
Shirt-
-Less
Rockin' nothin'
But a vest
Check the method
Chemistry developed
In and out of jealousy
Said I'll pedigree
Triple H & Hennessy
Honey bee
Stingin' on the melody
Remember me
C-A-T Stockton
Bout to pop, when?
Quarterback option
Should I pitch?
Let the egg hatch
Go get em' son
Make sure the chick crack
&
If she holla back
Whip around the cul de sac
But don't call her back
Unless she comin' with that ass
That's just
The way that she goes
I feel a croak (Croce)
In my throat, Operator
Ain't no body home
Cept a body and a bag of bones
That I picked up
&
Traded for a thirty bag of dope
Yuh know what I'm sayin'?
Get cha feet wet
Put cha make-up on
&
Fix your hair up pretty
Cause we out chea'
I'm on some new flows
Loop holes
Listen
Hold the phone, Cotton
Pullin', pickin'
Spittin' sagas at the road
Get the gold
I got ho's in the moshpit
Tryna start shit with they outfits
Outlets for the misfits rockin' fitbits
Rollin'
Lifted
Jumpin'
With the rhythm
Molly chalkin' to the face
Fannypack around they waist
They can't wait
For the next step that they take
We ain't here to stay doe
Hang tight
Aim low
Check mate
Put it in the safe
Free fall, no cape
Too tall for my taste
Glass of water
So I add with the shake
Said fo sho
Yeah
My style raw
Lockjaw stench
Have yuh cravin' cigarettes
Chain smokin'
I'll connect dots
Assign a parking lot
Titties bouncin' up & down
Bus full of boozehounds
Ready for another round
That's that shit doe
Talk fast
Burn slow
Slidin' with my slick ho's
Hope to find some kin folk
So we can kiss those
&
Spin smoke
Oh
Domino,
Oh domino
There I go
Van Dam Slam
Five star fog splash
An eye for an eye
vs.
An ass, yes, an ass
Prolly wouldn't smash
But tonight, I think I am
Six more lits til Walty's in command
Knah sayin?
I see these ho's
&
Oh my
I can't believe my eyes
They so wide
They style, they so fine
They ain't tryna work a day in they life
We arrive with assignment
All black sweatpants, champion
Lookin' fresh, yeah
I feel blessed since my meals less
Cigarette stench on the job site
Dip comin' next
Got the posh in the slot
Rip it twice
Put it back in the pocket
Like a quarterback
I'm runnin' out of options
Playin' like a possum
Ready, set. hut
Til I'm droppin' back
Avoid another sack
Stutter step to the left
Check, lookin' back
In my mindset
Take a breath than I'm back
Back to work
I ain't worried bout what's next
Except tomorrow
Wakin' up and goin' back to bed
It's the little things
Fine until we intervene
Slight delivery
Despite the hype considering
Constant synergy
Community
&
Liberty
Liability:
A fight until infinity
Alibi
That'a five buck plate
Four a well-done steak
A-1 homie, hate
We don't want cha anyway
I'm a lone wolf, listen
To the stone cold sizzle
On the mic when I'm whistle
Woooo
Let it sit in
Let the beat sink in
The base kickin'
Spark her up
&
Get cha feet wet
She said she
Likes the way I do the dance
Hot damn hun
Show me what cha mean by that
I see these ho's
&
Oh my
I can't believe my eyes
They so wide
They style, they so fine
They ain't tryna work a day in they life
She dispensing
I'm commencing
Won't address nothin'
'Cept the tension
Well dressed, yes
Let's do somethin' bout it
She nods, we go
Up & in
Surroundin'
Down on the corner
Up around the bend
Have you seen the rain, girl?
Tell me if you can't
I'm lookin' out my back door
Before I take a drag
Checkin' for the 5-0
Before I hit the gas
Translation
I'm fascinated by yuh baby
Contrast from the look up on her face
This a waste of my time
Yous a diamond in the rough
I'm a sucker for some lust
Lost
I can't trust these ho's
No mas
Control
Sneak slide
Used to meet up at the rock
Suckin' titties every night
Yeah
It's on sight
A little afternoon delight
&
If them dawgs bark
Best believe they gon bite
We battlin'
Hammer in my hand
Handlin' my cash
Managin'
Gamblin' in advance
On myself
It's on me
No one else
Check it
Stockton stealth
I ain't askin' for no help, hun
I see these ho's
&
Oh my
I can't believe my eyes
They so wide
They style, they so fine
They ain't tryna work a day in they life
Take one, check two
Bring em' out
How?
Let's go, toodaloo
With the top down
Check-three, three-four
Feel the ground bounce
Oh no, Brendo
Break it down now
Howlin' at the moon
Howdy,
How yuh do, darling?
Listen to the groove
Saddle in the tune,
Shawty
Show yuh how to move
I don't really have to try
Take notes
Impulse from a bad guy
Insults ain't shit
When you're mad fly
Flight risk
Combat
Sittin' stand by
Clenched fist
Loose grip
Once the pants dry
These ho's in love?
That's a damn lie
5. CHARGED UP (prod. by be franky)
Why
Can't I see the light?
I don't know,
Why?
This the star-cut
This the warm-up
This the kickstart
This a work of art
From the heart
Yeah
Skin full of scars
Yet
My mindset departs
False alarm, darling
Let it go
Let it ride
Let it flow
From the ceiling to the floor
Fight the feeling
Like a foe
Let em' know
Sonny
Said yuh gotta let em know'
That the skull can't crack
Until the brain get sold
Listen
Remedy reminiscent
Real talk
Down the block
Cept it's half missing
It's mad different
For some time I've been distant
Forget it
Stockton
Go and get em
Stockin' up my kitchen
With Miller Lits and liquor
These days, hun
Everything's a trigger
&
Each problem gettin' bigger
Go figure
Three digits in my bank account?
Shiiiit, I ain't goin' out
Nah
I be chauncin'
Charged up, on one
Walkin' down the street
Money on my mind, honey
I won't skip a beat
Swervin' through my city
Livin', learnin' like a king
Except these lessons ain't cheap, son
I've been dazed and confused for so long
For so long
For so long
So long
For so long
I was raised in the park
I was raised in the dark
Like Ned Stark....
I'm bout to chop yuh head off
I be chauncin'
Charged up, on one
Walkin' down the street
Money on my mind, honey
I won't skip a beat
Swervin' through my city
Livin', learnin' like a king
Burnin' through this cash since
These lessons ain't cheap
At least not in Chicago
Yuh know
It's all good doe
My feet heavy
I stay ready
I be chauncin'
Charged up, on one
Walkin' down the street
Money on my mind, honey
I won't skip a beat
Swervin' through my city
Livin', learnin' like a king
Burnin' through this cash
Since
I be chauncin'
Charged up, on one
Walkin' down the street
Money on my mind, honey
I won't skip a beat
Swervin' through my city
Livin', learnin' like a king
Burnin' through this cash since
These lessons ain't cheap
Why
Can't I see the light?
I don't know,
Why?
6. OFF ze RECORD(prod. major beats)
Off ze Record
I include a certain mood
That can caption any tune
I'm the captain of this crew
That's about to misconstrue
The common clues about the youth
Picture-in divided truth
With a cruel attitude
We induce it
Cause you know I can't refuse it
I'm an adderalic
Who's addicted to his music
Yeah
I try to spit it fluent
Parents thinkin' rapping's stupid
So
I kick it with some new shit
A REx Boys exclusive
But that's off ze record
Rest injected in my efforts
Sick correcting
I'm dependent
Yet rejected
By the sentence I been setting
Since my severence
Stress invented as expected
I can sense it in my message
I neglect it
Than reset it
To the point I must protect it
Self-projecting out the presence
Of a sacred living legend
With a loose attention span
HA!
I got some bad intentions
With this second chance
It's a blessing
Off ze Record
So let's 'spect it
I'm that Frank Gallagher
Degenerate with a busted lip
Prolly talkin' shit
On the street bummin' cigs
Struttin' with the wind
Limpin' like he Verbal Kint
It's that bad kid
Caeser Stockton
Kickin' in the sticks
With the schtick
I inflict a little rhythm
With a twist
Got a bundle full of hits
That can shovel in a mix
Maybe
Rinse a simple sigil
Demonstrating magic tricks
Raider tatted on my rib
To depict some confidence
I'm a sinner
Kind of sick
But in truth
I tend to pick
Past the piper that I'm pipin'
With my writing, I'm exciting
Yet
Decisive on deciding
What to picture
When I'm priming
Daily rhyming on my grind
Grieving
Waiting for my time
It's implied to divide
Out the demons deep inside
On a swivel
I devise
Up the middle
Strategize
Than I rise align the throne
(KNOCK KNOCK)
No one's home
Stockton's on the microphone
Off ze Record
Off ze Bold
(WOAH)
HIDDEN TRACK... thanks to Soundcloud
infinity(2020) remix......... (link TBA)
They all want it
When they hear it
This a tell-it-all
First on the scene
Yeah
I'm bout to set it off
While they set the bar
Them bars throw em off
Strapped up, push to start
Cept we not in a car
Our mindsets fucked
From the time spent numb
Check the clock tick-tock
By the time y'all done
Ay
Seent a fine swine swing
At a buck til he ducked
Ate her ass up for lunch
It's a spark in the sky
This a kiss of death
Rawhide, roll tide
Ain't a wrinkle left
Like a single step
Singin' off a triple deck
Flip it, dub it
Listen, rip it
Than yuh run it back
Yeah
Like a running back
Said I had to send it back
In an envelope
Lick the top n' seal the stamp
Through infinity
They'll pat cha on your back
We'll see yuh later, lad
AY
Locked in
Stockton
Stickin' off the top end
They can't stop him
Open up the bag
Cat comin' up
&
He poppin' all the tags
Rippin' while he spittin'
Rollercoastin'
Cause to grab
Hands on the wheel
&
I can't sit still
Damn
I should feel
How a man oughta feel
Pain in my heart
Yet his mind
Made of steel
Irons in the fire
&
I'm shinin' like a shield
Stone cold flow
Shift
Switch
Slo-mo
Ad-lib
Promo
Half split
Solo
I get my ghost
I spit that soul
I put that work in
Now I'm broke
Kick back
With a six pack
25 high
Sigh
Oh my
Can't hit the mismatch
I miss that
The rhymin', the mishaps
Shit
Heaven only knows
How to fix that
B
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