Mikmara Rap Lyrics

All pieces written originally by:
Albert Aram Kim “Mikmara
© Copyright 2002

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1.) 

MIKMARA
CLOUD 9

(Rough Draft)
Beat: Binary Star – Slang Blade
Duration: 
7min+
Meka – Cloud9

1 VERSE:
yo wheres the mineral at?
digital dat, runnin, i travel so fast. im an original cat, virginia residual, individual spitting subliminal minimal syllable facts. bboy physical tap. im tryna escape this musical wrath, that gots my body on lock down. cant rock free even with karate, its probably a lost cause, cause oh my god, mission impossible, obstacle melodical logical , pulling me into another dimension of boom bap, i flip and try to shoot back, 9mm attack, with crude daps and rue flaps. but its got a hold of me too tightly, like a guillotine, unleash the beast, anxiety disease, causing me on natural caffeine. causing my soul to release to express the best out my chest to blow verbose flows out my nose like cess smoke and kick a shelltoe on rhythm and beats, musicality tactical formula strategy, developin green salary, building energy like batt-batt-batt-battery, im kinda like mad-at-me, matter-fact its a battle-fee, cause the musics got a hold of me, cant seem to leave, integrated inside, i feel so alive, but the rise is a struggle to survive, no surprise, the trouble is to shuffle to hustle and grind all the time 9-5, so i can relax and strive, sit-back-recline, one day, gotta win the fight some day. Through the mundane to Sunday, But guess what its only Monday. So make the best of it, lets make the rest of this, into a fun day.
into a fun day, fun day, fun day!! (repeat to fade out)

Chorus

2 VERSE:
Its like tripping on crack, dont know when i’ll be back from the fantasy format, the musics pulling me back, tryna react cause i know what’ll happen, if i resist writing lyrics on a paper napkin, and start rap-shit, the mathematics, is to repeat and rack it. To make tracks hit, when i flip back shit. flip back the status. im from fairfax. this habitat-mix, the math-is, im mad-lit, dont know where the fuck im at-shit. Back to back blackin, blowin wig back., feels like never coming back to reality or stay intacted to impact, a critical-mass,

you know what im  saying, spraying, reiterating, phrasing, in the phase-when the stages is ragin, estranged-in,  strange-when ideas are raining? The vibe is on acid.
acting as addict snorting up plastic, eating fastenins. fantastic. bombastic. my body is crashin, multi-facets blasting my ass in. Im asthmatic going erratic in static, the snare & the bass givin ass-kicks, the music kidnaps me, random ransom attackin, mask-me with a gasket, then fastened in caskets, zombies consume me picnic baskets, verbs retract back elastic, words ricochet to last it. This is what the music does to me, So its only proper to pass it.

chorus

3 VERSE:
Its kinda like im climbing up walls, im through running streets, trying to escape the inner disease thats gotta hold of me, im trying to be free, fly to the sky cloud 9 cause its killing my insides
But then I realize that the music is the only way for me to be free.
So yo lemme spit a flow, from the top of the dome
grabbing the vice grip microphone, dont even bite this, audible tone
forget the five-o, i come to compose lyrical flows, from the area code, 70-3 that you dont even know. so i’ll bring some of my seeds to reap what i sow and bleed
best believe i come to wreck-ya in this secta to correct-ya, my name is my game, they call me mikmara.
the samurai bennihana.
so whatchu wanna? Whatchu wanna?! Whatchu wanna?!….(repeat to fade out)

Chorus

VERSE 4:
When im back in my zone, i blast ya with poems, and transform to my original form, imma animal.
a hannibal cannibal, handle your mandible, and manage-to.
consume thru, your bladder, intestines, fatter fluids,
vaccuum you. delicious platter finger lickin nutritious dishes, matter.
break your cranium, its insaney-when, im a demonic monster maniac.
react and flip back a black venom context.
this is my prospect to rearrange the industry’s ribcage, in an explosive rage….

(FADE to BLACK)

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2.)

MIKMARA
DOCTOR

(Rough Draft)
Beat: Nas – Purple
Duration: 3min

Verse 1:
like an angel without his wings, i’ve been falling.
diseased in my fetal feeble mind til sickness is crawling.
i cant explain the mesurable pain thru words
that surges thru my brain, im having urge ; the need to be cured
before i disperse the spreading epidemic of lucifer’s venomous injection
destruction corrupting every body part combustion and infection
erecting nerval compounds flexing and losing my blessings in each
metaphysical section

Chorus:
so im calling,
Doctor, where are u,
im falling,
Im calling, Im crawling, doctor, ive fallen. (2x)

Verse 2:
fill me in with a vaccine of your love and knowledge
this hospital with illness strangulating us suffocating
with a mindstate levitating at stake and debating lives degrading
your nurses are helping but i still can feel it impacting
patients lose patience but drugs awaiting with pleasurable actions.
been there, done that. in the end im worse, and feen more
inside my insides, my heart busts and bleed gore.
one day a patient of yours opened doors of a room, kaboom
small cubicle, white walls, empty seats,
pain attacks back after my heart beats,
but stayed, i realized my eyes been hypnotized
noticed my focus was blinded by these lies
that u’ve been waiting for me all along to cure me…
so now im learning to keep ur fire inside me blazing & burning
on a journey
no pills, no drugs, no shots, just spread the doctor’s word.
if ur sick or need help, call the doctor first. (call the doctor first..)

Chorus

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3.) 

MIKMARA
FLOW

Beat: DJ Krush – Dig This Vibe
Duration: 3min
Rap: Meka – Flow

Verse 1:
IM STRAPPED W/ FLOWS SHOOTIN BAK FACTS
HERES A MIC’S TIP, U BITE SHIT LIKE MIKE TYSON
THE VICE GRIPS, LIKE A DESSERT EAGLE BLAST
IMPACTIN RAZOR BLADES THAT SHATTER IN HALF
IM PACKED LIKE BUDDHA STACKED, SMOKIN CATS OUT
I RAP PROUD, I DONT BACK OUT, in battles TRY BITE ME AND YOU’LL BLACK OUT
A MADE COUPLE, ME AND THE MIC’S PIECE
WE GO TOGETHER LIKE A DICK IN A PUSSY TIGHT PLEASE
I NEVER BACK STAB ‘CEPT STABBIN MY RAPS W/ A #2
ON THE BACK OF MY RHYME PAD’S SURFACE
IF A BEATS RESTRAINT ON PURPOSE
MY DEAD ZONE DOME STILL MAINTAINS KEYS
ROCAFELLA OVERFLOWS AKAPELLA OVER THE FONE PIECE
I’LL HAVE U SEARCHIN MY LINES BY PRESSING REWIND
MY BARS FUCK YA BRAIN UP FASTER THAN COKE REFINED
MY MIND’S A DESIGN REDESIGNED TO DEFINE A CERTAIN
IM A PERSON BEHIND NECK INTWINED WITH A SHOWER CURTAIN
THE GAME OF MY MIND, REDEFINES AS A TAPE
CUZ EVERYBODY WANTS TO REWIND THE LINES OF WHAT I SAY
IM AN AZN BROTHER UNDER COVER HOVERS OVER ANY MOTHER FUCKER
I SPIT THE WONDER BUTTER, LIKE BUSH I LEFT YA IN ST-ST-ST-ST-ST-STUTTERS
IM HUSSEIN UNDERGROUND WITH A SECRET WEAPON
I CAUSE MASS DESTRUCTION SPLITS AN S & WESSAN
DEVEVLOPIN TRICKS OF TRADE W/ A POKERFACE
IVE BEEN DOIN THINGS SO EASILY EVERYTHINGS CHILD’S PLAY
IM LIKE CANCER ITS INEVITABLE TO BEAT ME
A SOUL FOOD’S ANSWER, UNEDIBLE TO BEEF ME
ADVANCING MY CHANCES TO ROCK THE MIC’S LOFT
U GRABBIN THE MIC IS LIKE PORN HAS GONE SOFT
NOW GIMME 50 SECS OR A MINUTE
GAVE U A LESSON AND PUT U IN THE CLINIC
INFECT U WITH DISEASE SICKER THAN SYPHILLIS
MY RAPPIN IS THE LAST VACCINE U BEEN DISMISSED
U WANNA BATTLE NO CHANCE THATS HAPPENIN
I PUT U BACK IN THE SHADOWS, BATTLE ME ITS FLATTERIN
MY RHYMES DONT NEED A MICROPHONE
HYPNOSIS LINES SUFFOCATES UR NITROUS DOME
IVE BEEN ROCKIN ADIDAS SINCE U WERE A FETUS
EVEN IF U GREW A PENIS U COULDNT BEAT IT
I KEEP HOT TO THE TOP OF HIP HOP FOREVER ROCK DA SPOT
ALL THE WAY LIVE NON STOP

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4.) 

MIKMARA
GEM

Beat: Trip Master Monk – The Beautiful Cycle
Duration: 3:30min
rap version
spoken word version
Story

Verse:
in between, the vernacular scene, cardiovascular lean muscle protein cake layers
microscopic molecules flushin floodin passion-fuels awakens flavor
buried deep underneath beneath artery cemetary, blood cells pushed and carried
by adrenaline rush thru the blood stream, motion married
to a thick river of liquor disease sicker
biological clock, tockin and tickers, tickles my fickle mind.
sweat trickles, drizzle rain drop balls dribble, traveling down the vessel ventricles.
dibble and dabblin’ unraveling immacculate eradicate accurate patterns of fabric-pins
stabbin in the masculine vatican abdomen like a javelin as im travelin thru the babbled battles
doesnt even matter-yen.
diggin in the gravel of my body matter-in shackles,
fractured eargasms clattered-in plasm, snap pop and crackle.
tackled fire inside burning and blazing, on a journey of dazing, urging forsaken, yearning and surging my brain-in.
the passion inside is getting cold but before it dies, it wants to find.
the gem doesnt want to hide anymore, it wants to shine and pour
outta these constricted restricted limited binds and pores,
seeping and leaking from seams of tissue denim genes,
feelings merging and fusing, ermerging gut converging too confusing scene
inducing metaphysically, producing metaphorical deep, like i had a supreme dream
like martin luther king giving that speech, inspired to preach, to teach all
that anything is possible if u only believe over these unstoppable obstacles in yourself to achieve with that self-esteem what you want to succeed
and i so BADLY want to receive, so i will continue to proceed to retrieve and speed speed thru these obscene scenes. if I ever fall back, i’ll never sleep sleep forever, sit back and sever, put in my all, push the lever, until i crawl and bleed bleed. Grab on my balls mcgraw bring out the raw.
bring out my seeds and reap reap what i sow, and explode, til i blow, best believe me.
gotta keep keep on going and going, flowing emotions imploding and moving and doing
producing lipid liquids and fluids in movements of expressing my breath-in music.
before my body lays to sleep, deceased rest in peace. Recede to breathe free, seize my hands to reach thru the barricades i breach. conceived inner thoughts telling me to be all i can be.
cause every night goes by and i still cant sleep
while everybody keeps walking all over me.
like my body’s material is made of concrete street, feel the beat, feel me? Wheel free.
gotta exceed the expectations to finally breathe, this measurable pain, i cant take it, i cant explain it.
this is dedicated to the kids who never made-it

WHO JUST WANNA MAKE IT

Outro:
All these kids wanna do is they just wanna make it.
All they wanna do is make it
Like me.

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5.) 

MIKMARA
INTRO

(Rough Draft)
Beat: Oh Ess – Moon Shine
Duration: 3min+
Produced by: Oh Ess

Verse 1:
hello ladies & gentlemen, this is relevant for the next couple of sentences, just hear me out cuz this is kind like medicine, listening to a bit of knowledge is like excederin, not trying to say im better-than, im just settling disputes of what the world is riddling, hands tied behind the back and juggling, smuggling, the new gen’s on ritalin, its trivial, said to be unbiblical, snarky and critical. anyways lemme break it down, analyze underground, realize thru compare and contrast. flip back my  stats .basically this is more than a fact, an introduction, introduce the further discussion. i gotta lot to say, from this memory lane, an option to revelate pathway, perspective concaved, convexed to pave my life to next highway. that led me eventually with wisdom  attached my brain to finally elevate.

Chorus

Verse 2:
check it out yall. when i was in grade school, opportunity tools, a graduated fool, never fueled and took for granted, like education, strategic formation, program elevation. in creating a future levitation for myself, my health, and wealth. see back then, just a lad with a mind of ten, with a tad bit of friends, all i thought about was the raps and ness, express out my chest, smoke the cess, be famous, paper-making no more than less to be the best. God did bless me with a talent and gift to see things differently than those with a close minded degree, extending a reach where i believed and kept on chasing my dreams to be the number one emcee in the 703. made spitting my priority, it was a like a career, driven, never feared, living here in the fairfax habitat of these alley cats starting freestyle cyphers, this was when the hype-was, hittin saliva thru the live-wire, beat-rider, taking copywriters from the typer to recite designs from inside the mind to ignite and spark a fire, just read between the lines. but the more i focused on my raps, my gpa is what i lack, my grades were wack, failing every class with no act,  teachers were on my back, my father kicked my ass, let alone some nights at home, rocked my body with karate probably turned into chop-suey, cuz i was smoking a doobie and rapping to my loose-leaf, rather than academic duties, i couldnt help the music produce-me it physically moved-me, activating my enzymes juicy, rhymes were killer like a uzi, blood spiller no fillers just yours truly, the illest.

To be Continued..

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6.) 

MIKMARA
MIND OF A KILLER

(Rough Draft)
Beat: Trip Master Monk – Wishing we were still
Duration: 3:42min

Verse 1:

yo 5 minutes on the clock, im in the crime scene, seconds limit
flippin a 180 on the mind, legs are running, bubblin guts stomachin butterflies trudging thru a never ending tar pit tumblin, im juggling two, three, 4. multiple things, slippin on the floor.
falling, crawling, eyes thinking, thoughts blinking, stalling. Dangit im droppin jewels,
diamonds and rock-&-tools.
im running escaping this place, i just grabbed a knife stabbed jabbed this fag cop in the face.
shanked razorblades in treacherous ways in this amazing race, ripped like paperslits, lipid red liquid drips, cracked and clicked his mandible. My legs are storming, bodies transforming, into an animal, hannibal cannibal ready to consume thru
vaccuum you, vital organs and tissue, nobody’s gonna get in my way, my tangeled anger cannot diffuse, I must escape, multiple notions feels like mental issues that i cant reduce, cause every plan is whisperin. im listenin like a phone tap, dollar sign eyes are glistening, buildin, developin thoughts and motives, telling me when everyone is out to get me. hold-it.
emotions lose focus, explosive bombs imploding inside my guts and mind, its apparents eyes are flaring with flicker of flame, the greed is pulling my intestines and pickin stickin the brain. So I turn around to eradicate prey, im the blood slade of wolfman jack, kinda irrelevant? Yes the werewolfs back, yes ladies and gentlemen, growing out claws, a meat-slaughterhouse jaw, fur and a sixpack mcgraw. Raw energy, reverse the role, now you the enemy!..

Chorus:
this is the mind of a killer.
pullin out knives, in vampiric eyes, as i (x2)
mind of a killer (x3)
killer killer killa killa killa….

Verse 2:
i take a 45, inject the bullet to infect and CLICK
pulled the trigger to insert the intellectual ish
i take a left right left up down up left, sprinting and climbing up over these steps
shouldve never smoked those cigarettes, killing each one of my last breath
oh no the popos are tailgating real close, sticking behind, time is ticking, no lie. i think im about to die. blood is boiling pumpin, jumping will i be able to get out alive, survived my life from the triple trifes i strive. From 9-5.
i find a building, the door opens, rockingsteady i close it. one thing i forgot to mention, is injecting with
heroine doses so i keep on going and going, moving and doing through these movements. to be reproducing before i freaking lose it.
i cant handle it, geometric tangents in, parallel skews my anger management.
fine, i think its about time to be wranglin’. these undercover mothertruckers to feel the real bite, i entice and excite. this is the mind of a killer.
pullin out knives, in vampiric eyes, as i devour the flesh, over power the mess, like slaughter house yes, i ingest. they want me to fear you, i look in the rear view and never hear you., BOOM

Chorus

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7.) 

MIKMARA
MY SPOT

Beat: Trip Master Monk – Sexual Zen
Duration: 1:18min

Verse 1:
Behind the city’s backdrops/
I’m here, thinking of my favorite spot/
Something sweet as the sunlight/
Sun rays smile back, more than a sunshine/
Fingers laced like two shoes tied together/
A place with features and perfect weather/
whatever the weather be/
it’ll be more than 11degrees/
Branches of arms clings around both bodies/
Chances that are, this place just locks-me/
Something’s wrong with me, I can’t seem to leave/
I stay and never let go, cause i feel so free/
Heat waves warm this space/
As I embrace with so much anti-hate/
Im miles away, from that exact location/
but im always hooked up with communications/
Wishing i was there, without a care in the world/
I wish I was in your arms, girl/

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8.) 

MIKMARA
FREE NORTH KOREA

(Rough Draft)
Beat: Peez – Sky is the Limit
Duration: 6min+

VERSE 1:
Yo back at home i wrote these lyrics to promote because really thoughts were getting silly so its just to show I gotta propose over this microphone. recite fine lines thats hidden deep inside my mind, in the dome, gotta expose beneath these eyes lay a thought and a dream inside of me between these material sheets that want to release this passion thats blastin my chest, actions wanted to open my breath and say yes, but i failed the test. thoughts prevailed me to open, people were picking, stickin me to close-it. losin focus. emo over-dosin of medical potions pushing into chemical motions notions over-coastin, most-of my heart was roastin burning and churning with passion impacting  intact-with indecisive actions to deliver a concept in the river to prospect before i wither in processed thoughts to quiver prosper proper but the only one God Dear father offered to keep pouring water in my empty jars. so i can still believe far in me and achieve my dream hard. you see, i had a gift and he wanted to use me to produce keys for the youth-see to spread seeds and reap and sow to complete the thing i needed to achieve yo. before i blow before my body lay to sleep ceased  deceased rest in peace, recede to breathe free.
fact is, this is not for a status, skills thats lackin, nor boastin or braggin, the math-is im mad-lit suffocating enervating fading lives, degrading debating to see if I, care these kids are really gonna make-it, cant explain-it, the measurable pain meditated that surges thru my brain having the urge that needs to be cured the outdated, before lucifer rapes-it, this is dedicated to kids who never made-it. and i hate-it turning my sacred nature into hatred and i still cant face it. innocent lives wasted shoots me like a base-hit. i dont blame-them so this is why we gotta reach the sky and try to awaken,  WAKE-UP and grab to grasp for the taking, and proceed thru these obscene scenes til you blood trickles and tickles and creeps creep, til your lungs bleed bleed til ur eyes shed a tear and  weep weep  of a cruel path, dont fuel back to black just rule past the DMZ,  people just do this for me please i ask u to see and kollab with me a christian on a mission. position all visions in vivid precision images wishin composition decisions riveting ricketing  the hidden-script that needs to be free and escape the only nation i seek to embrace my other brothers undercover that struggle and suffer under a breath of mace, a waste of space. so i ask you to come and elevate , dont wait or under-estimate hesitate,

Chorus

Verse 2:
lets free our family on the other side, stop the gutter-mind thats hypnotized mesmorized by blinded lies in camouflage disguise nuke bombs caused surprise in dermise over all enterprise. illin disease killing lives like a cancer to seize babies and daughters, mothers and fathers, sons to rotten-deplete. we gotta stop this top to beat. kim jong-il you just a rotten disease  to me, rockin the bottom-concrete shaking earth quaking like a brat who wants his candy back to me. i wanna slap you see, i wanna kick you ass and scream and yell back, rebel and attack and put you on the map in iraq and deploy bullets to destroy cause you annoy, so lemme fill the void with anger and re-imagine to rearrange your ribcage strange and other types of stuff that causes rage, you know what im saying?

but i cant be doing that, or else i’ll be no better than you. please understand that im human too, consumming political fumes ,so much pain inside of my brain, costumed assuming the rumors are true. and i can keep on going and going  complaining and venting, but whats the use? FREE NORTH KOREA!

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9.) 

MIKMARA
STOP

Beat: Trip Master Monk – Heaven & earth
Duration: 2:40min
Spoken Word: Meka – Stop
copyrighted 2002. Written by: Albert Aram Kim
Rap version

Verse 1:
mid- brain contains conceived reminisce knowledge/
this ain’t no gossip, rocking noggins, (to be honest), I pre-tell the
spell process//
life lockets with modest story in heart pocket, this is my story/
story unfolds with father resorting home, horny//
Liquor lips still sip the last drips of his BACARDI/
Feet staggered, falling apart from an after party//
base-hit Dad was wasted coming late in his night life/
20/20 blurry visions complex his eye-sight//
dilated optics engaged through the shattered window/
head loaded and Focused on the so-called bimbo//
His mind was clouded with women and drinks/
Arrived late, he reposed and froze to think//
Disguised by costumes of cigarette fumes consumed like a vaccuum by sinful means/
Every night, my ear lobes hold cold beamed screams//
Mama sleeps, awakened, then beaten, like batter roll beating batter meat/
From middle-night fights of both parents bleeding, like chefs
squeezing blood from cattle meat//
Loose Fingers erecting forming impacting fists/
A blow to her breast along with broken wrists//
Shattered hips, broken heart, and arranged rib cage/
Exploding the forceful matter of changing rage//
Back bones cracked, cheek bones slapped/
Red lips smacked, then ransacked, both attacked//
I quivered and shivered with goose bumped epidermis/
searching mind was certain the 1st thing, I was going to lose was two persons//
I’M TRYING TO CATCH MY Z’s, PLEASE! As I turned an ear/
RUMBLE BAM BOOM BAM! Walls shook with fear//
Mama ricocheted against the wall from the raging cannon/
My fingers lingered wishing for the fight to vanish//
exploding eroded emotions in motion of melancholic/
unloaded loads of head explosions to stop the alcoholic//
Causing so much damage, taken advantage of/
Bringing back so much pain, can’t manage love?//
My hands pry open the door and depart there fast/ to end slugfest and protect her from his grasp//
Speeded to the obscene scenes/
She proceeded to “Weep, Weep!”//
Hands of wrath block out with strength to halt/
Anger blasts as length defaults//
stress can¡¯t settle levels, I rebel yelled and held/
My hands cupped obtaining half tear drops melt//
Mama on floor lying, striving, surviving from this/
triple trifes transpose verbose echoes of YOU BITCH//
seconds pass in sessions, voice projecting “CALL THE COPS!”/
Pops hesitated and over heard his first son disperse the bold words of STOP!//

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10.) 

MIKMARA
ZONE OUT

Beat: Peez Beats – Zone Out
Duration: 1:40min
Produced by: Peez Beats

Verse 1:
i wanna go back to the days
when everything was kinda sunny not gray
phase back to the days, and marinate the summer days
and childhood sharades, as dreams parade thru the energy conveyed.
i wanna go back to the day when hip hop was real
where everybody focused on lyrics and skill
where everyone was ill, this is how we paid the bills,
to put food on the table
grabbin the mic, and unraveling microphone cables,
travelling fables on zephyr winds, rock the beat, as it rocked my cradle.
i wanna go back where people focused and listen closely
sit and paying attention to every doses of lyrical potions
in original individual motions in minimal syllables,
my focus, vitamins and minerals. no hocus pocus, black magic.
see back then, we huddled, like fast-kids practice with class act-then.
with substance, ready to ruckus, interrupting abruptions overground surround sound.
with an ounce of underground bounced pronouns and pronounced nouns.
playing aloud downtown, turning frowns upside down,
with an ample amount of a profound mounds context
i wanna go back to where people focused on words
listen to the verse, rewind, play, slow mo, fast forward in reverse
recapture adjectives nouns and adverbs reflect the converse
it was a monster. in actuality.
everybody had their own originality individuality.
this was a check to all reality.
i wanna go back to where i wanna speak my mind
hypnotized mezmorized blinded from the lies from the top of the sky,
by dermise, no surprise, zero disguise.
sky was the limit, flippin the script, in vivid images, rippin the shit, spittin less than minute.
in lipid liquids shit.

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11.) MIKMARA
Real Eyes

Beat: Nujabes – Bracelet
Duration: 5min

Verse 1:
i took a hiatus from this rap game to observe and take a look around.
my surroundings, dug underground to push back emphasize facts overground.
in mass amounts of education to drop-scripts on knowledge, the process i found out.
in my progress, the whole world’s vision in cloud, the thick clout shrouded aloud.
hypnotize camouflage disguise
mirage fake signs. Like nicki minaj take lies that take lives.
changed the whole rap scene, its happening. thats why im unhappy, came to inject the vaccine, cure this epidemic blinding ya sight. like jesus giving sight to the blind. im here to open your eyes, cause REAL EYES recognize real lies, hope u realize.

Chorus:
Real Eyes recognize real lies, hope yall realize. X3

Verse 2:
Oh my god.
it was never about being a lyrical god. spittin syllable thoughts. using music to groove the physical bod. and let a typical fox, fall on your lap in the club, while shaking that ass, to dub, caking the fat, whats up.
Im here to move noggins, subconsciously omniscent. logic backed by confidence, the problem is. rap’s appearances is marketed by images, illogicness.
im way past that as a lyricist, im bringing it. no typical individual breaking stereotypical ridicules to change the game.
i never came to drop my name for fame and the bomb-shit.
im here to drop the content and stop this propaganda nonsense.
to change the mainframe of this system.
i cant listen to the musicians. fission is based on self intution. God im wishin for something new.
Un nutritious dishes glisten no finger lickin grade d chicken poo.
these young rapstars roll up their sleeves and flex it.
rock a rolex wrist, brag about a lexus, acting like their the next-shit, preteens sexting, celli texting, witnessin lack of character like jelatin.
never setting disputes. i refuse to shut up and stoop
let loose to do refutes. juice out the truth.
its my duty, God induced me to produce keys, express my chest to this loose leaf.
breach diseased reach to teach let the truth free. build these kids up to stand on your own two feet.
train ur brain to change the game broodies.
maintain ur sane and be loose b.
do what you need to do please, stay sharp like samurai katana bruce lee.

Chorus

Verse 3:
im kinda disappointed where rap is pointed.
These little kitty cats joining, forces in the mainstream app.
coursin’ this lyrical rap into subliminal crap.
with ridicule facts into digital wack.
its like i took a critical nap, the world took it by storm, transformed poetical metaphors, kidnapped ransacked random attacked ransom in a napsack, sprinkle a little a dibble and dabble, tinkle a bit a fairy dust and mingle and mix
the glitter and confetti, slice dice with a lady gaga machete,
and put a little of this and little of that,
forgetting the literal nips to the miniscule shit. add
some salt and cake batter and mix, media commercilaism,
tangle it up in angles, stranglin context
wranglin mangling all around, content downtown.
and advertise the by, product to conceptualize capital.
flip back the radical, but yo
i dont know what the hell is going on.
no one is talkn bout anything in the songs.
all they drop is money sex and drugs.
ignorant thugs, party driven by secular lust, dont speak the international just.
only to take hip hop to feed their needs
and act on a rap position sneed.
motivated to bleed power money recognition and greed
devoured visionary design, scoured composition’s mission is self glorified.
enticed like baccarat dice, spliced their will to survive just to buy ice
accumulate nickles and dimes, as their only reason to proceed with rhymes.
and thats the honest problem with emcees who dont define.
what it means to be a true emcee refined,
gifted the voice to speak for the people’s beliefs.
and stand for what we preach, cause its not just to speak for me.
its to plant the seed for the scene to bring world peace.
of what these third world countries, struggling, drugs smuggling, sex traffic in static buggin in, erratic.
notions motives focused heavy doses of the material ocean.
while 35, percentage of thirsty eyes, arent certified to live like a human.
treatin people like animals, take advantage and using. mammal carnivore consuming
civil rights. used to be a contract with democratical stats right to choose shit,
but eversince conspirital, terrorists induced the president, our rights skewed to ruin.
what im trying to say, is while these other rappers talk about their diamonds, rocks and tools.
a village on the other side, pillage bust dropping jewels.
slayed women and children, still slaves shadow portrayed amidst array,
trying to only get by, with ample of rice, so they can sample some time, to sleep,
example to have a peace, of mind.
untangle unwind to be.
the invisible killing children lives, inner veteran mind, ak and a nine,
im so sick of this time, its 2012, im surprised that the world is ignoring the fight.
bring the medicine.

Chorus

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12.) 

MIKMARA
I SEE YOU (DLEE)

(Rough Draft)
Beat: Nomak – Moon Flow
Duration: 5min

Verse 1:
im at the point where i can see through
read u. analyze psychology. just be u.
look in ur eyes and i see the real you.
your vision is blinded by pride.
u rely on the hype to vibe.
change your soul inside.
cuz u wanna ride. with the trend. be another popular guy.
the world is clouding your sight, with money and ice.
u wanna leave your friends just to shine.
kicking em off just to rise, to climb high to the top of the sky.
vision distorted, intuition contorted masked in disguise
by these commercial sources. its the fad, that keeps u alive.
unable to listen
insight not capable wisdom
so dont get a mad fix. dont be mad shit. that ur route is the wackest. character lackin. slackin to be true. The fact is, youll never understand if u choose to view through
your own eyes. different perspectives in life
is more than meets the eye. So be a jedi. ur drunken red eyes never met-wise.
so heres a tip, come with humility width. no arrogance develops definite wits.
and thats what it means to be a student.
shut down your prideful actions, fractions reducing.
its all a blur. conjure the cure and see the world producing.
lies. knowledge given apply and use it
vacuum fumes hidden costumes consuming.
brainwashed to treat us as objects. not human.
dont ever be assuming accusing to what the truth is doing
cuz im really trying to get you outta this stupid social movement.
im not here to point fingers or create an attack
im not here to linger an argument or bash
does it ever occur, that im here to open your eyes.
as a brother from another mother to get you outta this mind
that the devil has gotten a hold of you tight.

Chorus:
Arrogance lies pride, abide by pride, writes lies,
lies bribe eyes, eyes blind mind, and mind dies. (x4)

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13.) 

MIKMARA
BREATHE

(Teaser/ Rough Draft)
Beat: Nujabes – Space in the Air
Duration: 1:13min

Verse 1:
theres just one group who disreapects and thinks thqt im weak
jus cuz i don come off what the world wants me to be
jus wanna be myself so these lungs can breathe
cuz being me helps my mind to be free
i dont stress out on what the world thinks is cool
trying to change my clothes and become a fool?
drink or drugs cuz everyone is doing it
and if i dont follow the crowd. im bottled loser shit
jus cuz i dont flash muscles and abs
rock a goatee mustache or start bash
or let facebook kno every minute i smash
let the whole world kno that im gettn some ass?!
why do i care? about the money ice cash?
im not the type whos insecure attached
these cats think there better than me. dont be rash
your mind is trash. in the end yall the wackest cats.
blinded by the world’s lies. u think ur bad ass
your a false fact with character that lacks.
virtues and morals that pave ur life in the correct act…….

(Fade out)

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14.) Mikmara7
Love is Truth pt 1

By: Albert Aram Kim

Beat: Trip Master Monk – Beneath the Heavens

Jesus
I cant believe-this
Let the holy spirit come and fill this place with zealous
You better believe-us, immaculate radical zealots, Jesus heal us
rid of the demons, sickness diseases
Don’t let satan come in to doubt and deceive-us or defeat-us
Trickery of hearts block the rock, to see just
God is real, He exists and this Is not just a theoretical thesis
Read-this, the daily bread of life, context by context
Proper propaganda by nonsense
are the critical comments by the secular concept
depth of a bomb-text, the prophet Yahweh is our rock-in
foundation of life, through him we are not justified blinded by the lies
or mesmerized brainwashed political thoughts camouflaged binded in disguise
hover over above cloud nine to the top of the sky
you better recognize, cuz real eyes realize real lies
spiritual wings gust out, we fly, winds of spirit let it drive
holy ghost host our hearts the most take control of our souls deep inside
our vessels to abide and live out, ourselves to die
than to die in our sin, beneath the skin, like ecclessiastes.
deep within the flesh, the mesh of our bones to shred past-these.
our entrapped-feet, release your wrath-flee, to meet true-chastine
in parables. its never ever terrible.

you remind our minds with a searchlight
that you came from a other world of another to die
for our sins and brothers, mothers, sisters, fathers, daughters undercover.
suffering under-it the thick costume blundering
consumed vacuumed thundering storms
to save us, salvation will make us, all reborn
again.
Since then, hence, women and men,  Ladies and gents, my fambam and friends
lets put two feet devout, not one in the world and one over the fence, ladies and gentlemen, the world is irrelevant beckoning reckoning redundant
theres more to life outside of the plight amongst-us, the truth is relevant light, it gives you life.
not death, we don’t gotta struggle no more, cause Yeshua is the Christ, we just need to rely.
solely. lessen our pride, let go, seek Him with all our muscle and might, as the soldiers of Christ.
anointed princes and princesses of royalty, jointed and appointed
we don’t have to live in disappointment, anymore.
when it rains, his love pours seeps through epidermal pores.
we-are the sons and daughters of Abba Father.
lets model ourselves as He, don’t have to keep, inside of a bottle in heaps, push the throttle, take a leap of faith, give it our all, we gotta.
Daddy’s not only our King & Papa, but he loves us.
and love is truth. these other acclaimated misconducts associated misused lies. to boost and thirst on the youth, no wonder this generation is led to misbelief. Cant you see?
proportional mechanicalized distortional, logistical system fashioned-tithed, to serve congregates.
Encrusted for exoticness.
I choose to mock-at-it, controversial topics I continue droppin it.
it’s a religion. a ridiculous hypocritical pitiful little-fools too cynical.
to seek God is through Messiah.
it’s a little weird, here, kinda queer, strange, I rage, like north korea stages to idolize  statue of kim il-sung feared on sabbatic days. Hearts engaged but really in a prison cage
of spiritual empowerment, it’s all vain.
just to prove for man’s image and weight insued, when the intent should be for His glorytrain.
and that is love. so let his love reign..
and let his love pour, and love is his mane.
and love in his name. and love is his name.

Jesus

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15.) Mikmara7
Love is Truth pt II
Written By: Albert Aram Kim

Beat: Trip Master Monk – Beginning of the End

1 Cor 13:4-8
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

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+Love is patient, so take patience, and wade in, hesitate and waiting. sew the mustard seed to put that faith in. don’t be faithless or run on paces of anxious frustration. Just be patient.
+Love is Kind. Let us rewind back to the term of being mean and nice. let us remind our minds and never forget that it comes from the heart at the start, compassion depart.
+It does not envy. empty out the sentries of jealousy, and set it free, cuz only hate and eyes colored of green is only settling.

+it does not boast. Stop the Bragging rights. It’s all a hoax. A big joke. true love doesn’t objectify or conceptualize. Its not about showing off trophy-wives.
+it is not proud. It does not shout, its not loud, dont let your vision clout in dark clouds. When you let that pride ride and abide by your sight, it’s all one big lie of the worldly mind. Justified by false drive.
+It does not dishonor others. Honorate your sister, brother, father, uncle, aunt and mother. This is real true, don’t misuse these virtues. Don’t neglect, Treat others like how you want respect.
+It is not self-seeking. Which really means, its not about image leaking. So take heed from the green greed reeking self glory, 1st cori-nthians 13:5 not just a story. Open your ears and listen. To The next listed.
+It is not easily angered. If pissed off, would you take your hands and strangle their necks, and mangle up in bojangle of anger tangles, its almost tangible hate. The bullet trigger to escape, mixed emotions in frustrate. an open invitation for demons to settle in & hibernate.
+It keeps no records of wrongs. Don’t beckon it all day long, Even though we make a couple hundred mistakes we take, we shouldn’t judge and look to the past, as evidence in vast mass. For who are we to judge, when were all sinners in disgust discussed.
+Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in truth.
Now lets dig deeper than surface of Verse Six. His lips are pursed-in to show every person what these perks-is. Its pretty Clear & straight forward here. No strings attached. So lets get back on track, to feel His presence in Verse Seven, the next revelating essence. wisdom from the kingdom of heaven.
+It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Dont ever neglect, doesn’t misjudge, doesn’t choke or mope to cope, driven to steer clear.
+Love never fails. Doesn’t reject or flail, It never bails, stays committed like dedicated ails. Its like if you stumble and fell, from your walk as the prodigal son. coming back to his father, Jesus takes you in as His nautical one.

and it’s already begun.

as a true Christian, we gotta stay committed to the Great Commission. its our mission. so listen.