Lyrics: Mike Checka
Music: Mike Checka
Arranger: Mike Checka
My inspiration is like a mind eraser
Pace around break it down like a fine grater
Listenin to this make me wanna dig deeper
Into my crate of records, deeper than a moon’s crater
Make these vinyl spin like the rings of saturn
This is a monologue never much of a debater
Staring truthfully, into the eyes of Jupiter
with the fires of lucifer, the cries of many
this is getting ridiculous
these rhymes are getting meticulous
when I merger you bet its vehicular
making a pivoture in the bigger picture
Never been in a drive by, never been by a drive in
This american culture is figment of imaginin
Whiippin magic like I’m H potter,
never touched a stove top, never witnessed no oca
man this music is loca,
surfing the web, heard this beat up in utube
said “thank god” when I saw it had a few views
when I’m done with this track, can’t wait to blast it through bluetooth
me and my alter ego spittin better call us the spew crew, if you don’t it be too rude
Took a sip of the mind eraser, the worries fader
Listenin to old school, hip-hop cross faders
Swim in the water too deep for your fish waders
When the freedom erects, what they preachin ejects
Judge a person by how they treat a diner waiter
placing wagers against those who push today to later
In Louisiana placing wagers eating alligators
Let the horns blow, let the jazz play
Let the corn row, let the culture luminate
Across the 4 oceans, 7 tectonic plates
Till it reaches a yellow kid out in the orient
Fell in love with poetics and harmonizing riffs
Don’t cut up my ribbon, I’m kiddin, everything I’m spittin is just a figment of imagination
why live life in moderation when I could be slow dancing with atan
why live life in moderation when I could be slow dancing with atan
baby listen its’ amazing
my flow and the beat amicable like wolf and the raven
if it weren’t sypooda you’d say it’s nicholas craven
lens foggy can’t see through the gradient, even though the rays radiant
is there a limit to your patience, put a hole in your stadium
dump a courts in your stadium,
many wonder the state he’s in, but the flow cold canadian,