GROWN MAN ISH

written and performed by Mykel Hawk

(VERSE ONE)

Boom bap hip hop rap track I rip that

Cats talk small I don’t dabble in the chit chat

Dimensional dancing, I manipulate the Maya

Intentional advancing’ regulating the fire

That type – deliver heat like a gas pipe

They act like they want it but they can’t see this rap life

It wasn’t that long I used to drown in the juice

Filling up my cups with the crown and the goose

Constantly angry I would just frown and abuse

Mad at the world a king whose crown had come loose

I’m brown recluse venomous this genesis flow

My best side is generous my nemesis knows

Most rappers unmotivated, they lame and lethargic

Appears they hit the lithium like Cobain’s guitar pick

Distribute narcotics legal dope in my sound waves

And anything that’s following this shits a downgrade

Brown shades covering all of my epidermis

The browner it gets the more the president nervous

He know Melania will come and lay her booty fully on me

While the prez finger fuckin mayor Rudy Giuliani

I’ll run up in a rival block to make the cypher hot  

She loved me but I left her now she on that suicidal talk

It’s Mykel Hawk elevated lyrics need a flight suit

Dunder Mifflin produce the beets like Dwight Schrute

Nasty like 2 live crew – expose you like a side boob

The game has got its eyes glued – to every move that I do

Buy my shit on iTunes, Spotify and Tidal

Last name Hawk the moniker is Mykel

 

(HOOK)

Uh - I’m on my grown man shit

Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ

These beats all me I rock my own damn shit

Run up on my people get your dome can split

I’m heavy when I rock like stone granite

Ya’ll really trying to see me man then go on plan it

They circling my stay like every known planet

But when ya grown that’s just how the zone can get

 

 (VERSE TWO)

I was immersed in the music even prior to walking

I’m a student of Nas, Redman and Rakim

White and Latino my rhyme style cochino

Roll thru San Bernardino in a black El Camino

I got a castle in Maine like a king call me Steven

My last cigarette I pull my loosey out Negan

Barbed wire raps to the caps leave em’ bleeding

They set expectations I always seem to exceed em’

Scribble verses in a college ruled spiral

I’m so quick on arrival I make my rivals look idle

Out here breaking the cycle of these repetitive formats

They shaking cause Mykel can lay it down like a door mat

And trust me I try but being modest is hard

When everyday these people calling and they promise the stars

But they don’t know that I’m already profiting large

So, I can pay for every single marketing charge

Of my own I suggest you invest in your own too

Unless getting fucked is just something your prone to

And yea ya music got to resonate with ya audience

If ya trying to blow up and detonate like Iranians

Respect to those throwing up graffiti expressions

And those still holding on to their CD collections yo

I don’t need the attention long as my money expanding

I got seedy connections they’ll touch you right where you standing

This is grown man rap ya’ll can keep that trap noise

Ya’ll in sweaters and skinny jeans looking like some frat boys

Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy

I beat the box like the fat boys then I roll up the cushy

 

(HOOK)

It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man shit

Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ

These beats all me I rock my own damn shit

Run up on my people get your dome can split

I’m heavy when I rock like stone granite

Ya’ll really trying to see me man then go on plan it

They circling my stay like every known planet

But when ya grown that’s just how the zone can get

 

 

(VERSE THREE)

Rappers actin the part but it’s all just dramatics

They swear that they ill but that’s just psychosomatics

They get all caught up in the frenzied ecstatics

But i got em confused like Japanese mathematics

They trying to build but they ain’t read the schematics

They easily broken like they all made of ceramics

They get tested once and then they start with the panics

Convulsing and sweating and get to breathing erratic

They wanted the smoke, they wanted the static

But this shit ain't a battle this shit is anti-climatic

This shit is a stretch man this shit is elastics

They sound artificial man they sounding like plastics

And me i’m an emcee who sound like the classics

I spit with dynamics and verbal mechanics

They didn’t know Mike could flip like acrobatics

They battle me once and now they scared of Hispanics

I’m overflowing with confidence and keep raising the bar

They wearing fake gold and they bathe in Drakkar

I know the shit ain’t easy when you facing the czar

They teeth chattering like too much bass in the car

Last album i dropped I swear my whole city felt

I got more tricks than Batman’s utility belt

New sound new alias I want Bruce Wayne cash

No shit I get it lit like a butane flash

See the beats and the verses have all been fully constructed

By this man whose demons have all been fully confronted

Securely instructed by Eckhart Tolle and Rumi

To allow the universe to get this music out thru me

 (HOOK)

Uh, I'm i’m on my grown man shit

Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ

These beats all me I rock my own damn shit

Run up on my people get your dome can split

I’m heavy when I rock - like stone granite

Ya’ll really trying to see me man then go on plan it

They circling my stay like every known planet

But when ya grown that’s just how the zone can get

It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man shit

Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ

These beats all me I rock my own damn shit

Run up on my people get your dome can split

I’m heavy when I rock like stone granite

Ya’ll really trying to see me man then go on plan it

They circling my stay like every known planet

But when ya grown that’s just how the zone can get