(Might As Well) - EP

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Official 2017 release of Hip Hop artist/producer Mic Familiar.

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released January 3, 2017

Production, lyrics, performance and engineering: Mic Familiar

Photo credit: Stephanie Michelle of Shooting Sunshine (www.instagram.com/shooting_sunshine/)

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Mic Familiar Los Angeles, California

Hip Hop artist/Producer straight out of The Garden State. His music can best be described as an "interesting manipulation of sounds alongside cerebral lyrics"

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Track Name: (Might As Well)
(Might As Well) by Mic Familiar

Not an island just a man not a myth
Got a dial got a hand band and with
In the sand each grain gotta sift
Without a plan
These chains gotta lift
This brains gotta give
Great now the whole world knows I got a brain
Ain't gonna debate
It pains me to relate
Pains me to be anything other than correct
If there's inner conflict
I only know who will object
Great now the world knows that I'm pretty vain
Or abased out of fear of unknowns to remain
Absence of evidence or evidence of absence
Braced for any impact
Have yet to transcend

Home just a word for consideration
But I'm here though I might as well as be a zero
Might as well be a hero
Might as well be
Somebody else
Might as well be here
Since there ain't nothing better
Might as well fall short
Acclimate to this weather

Powers that be and the flick of a remote
We know folks who voted for this
No desire to emote
Claimed what I say
Damned when you don't
With a glass made of stone does it matter if it's full
If you ask would answer that you gather be of use
Since the latter is the sky and the rest isn't a roof
Perhaps .... nah let me wait until there's proof
Suggesting that our guess is a residual of use

Sure I know This chest ain't bullet proof
But I'm here though I might as well be a person
I might as well be a mage
I might as well become somebody else
Might as well be here
Since there ain't nothing better
Might as well fall short
Acclimate to this weather
Track Name: No Questions
X marks a spot 
Hit a slant
Exaggerating the dots
Set or stranded 
Marinating in chance
About to make make an advance 
Fall on my face 
Or out of these pants 
If That's a way
Out of humility to falter  
Bound to face
The relativity of altars 
Theres language to get a brother to languish
No disrespect if the shape it's in isn't sanguine
Framed in all that's 
Vintage modern or ancient
Complacent 
Or A tamed fish
To play with
Only confirmed in what you define as royalty 
Only in earnest to make time for buoyancy  
wherever that means sufficed
Sowing seeds or succeed what ever the seed implies 
To obstruct to declare significance 
plenty to come from when affairs are frivolous   

Getting done with
asking questions
And collapsing into inventions
To run with what is convention
Relapsing into attention
Collapsing into inventions
Not done with passive aggressions
Collapsing into inventions

Every rhyme I write is like the last time
Spider on a climb 
Where these hands find
Every trickled web 
Every thickened tread
What a fickle nod to get affixed to the head
What a flimsy knife 
What a fickle life
If its to be designed
Way after being defined 
As little but alive
What another ism to someone that is enticed
Another deposit 
Some other composites 
Making way to faucet
Vomiting or flossing 
Strait to the off-switch
Turned on or stalin
Astonishing are the causes 
Drop out or haul in 
If It's not all your fault
You're all fault if not sin
What's there to become so many options?
God or A father or a cock or an oxen 

 Getting done with
asking questions
And collapsing into inventions
To run with what is convention
Relapsing into attention
Collapsing into inventions
Not done with passive aggressions
Collapsing into inventions
Track Name: Reckless
So deliberate my...

Stars are superficial
At least they're not like charms
with their outstretched arms at individuals
swarmful of whiles at maximus or minimal
Given permission but sparce within each interval
Smiles as they signal alarms
They commit to their parts and such goes on and on
How they sing you a song
A keepsake of your awe
They wave you move on
Center of universe
Center of I
Projecting and imprinting
So deliberate my!
Getting ridden did or didn't mean that literal
Eyes like the assholes they are with what's trivial
Maker of most and rarely are they miracles
yet to somebody you're mistical

x2
Eyes how they cut how they undress
How they swallow all the tones of my sunset
At a concave at a convex
how they object how they confess

so deliberate my...

Had enough of these arms
If they don't uplift hearts
or they don't lift up bars
They're always folded
Tied up or being consoled with
Medically energertically holstered for control
Wild are the lengths spent apart
the present place that we are and this momen'ts perception
like you're given direction
And there is no pure form of an expression
Before long you have a muse and a story
fluctuating designating categories
ellation gets auditory
when you ignore me
Nothing is short of sorcery
Of course we are quandries
sure that I'm smelling of laundry
Sure that you're dwelling and fondly
Stretching beyond me
Simple is what it should all be
Track Name: Drawn
Who would've known that it would feel like this
Weightless when the walls disappears like this
Scared for my life
Just what have we stepped into
Step into the circle and finish initiation
in fall immersion
Coming to
Back to real life discerning
Getting drawn to the music



Getting drawn to the music
The bass amidst what is belonging to the fusion
No matter what the pretense is
See some events
In comes the rise of tension
Then evolves an illusion
No longer is that want a woman or a person
A name but a concept wanton of an assertion
No butterflies and if there were they’re all burning
Going in fall immersion back to real life discerning

And I was drawn to the music
Just a waist arms legs and a face whatever is human
No matter what the pretense is
The mood is set and whatever the scene is seen larger as an improvement
The paradox that surrounds it is the want of inclusion
Before getting to feel like a heretic with a delusion
Got the Essence of light
and the eye of a newt
Casting a spell for them that's binding and recruits

Who would've known that it would feel like this
Weightless when the walls disappears like this
Scared for my life
Just what have we stepped into
Step into the circle and finish initiation

in fall immersion
Coming to
Back to real life discerning
In fall immersion
coming to coming to
Getting drawn to the music
and I ....

I was drawn to the bars
Like notes on a staff line sending Mors code to mars
Like you're unfortunate to resort to your moving parts
Torn are the formants all viewed as important
Like it love it hate it enough
Sign a deal with it in blood
Or just Gave it all up
Distracted again it's practically the end
Oh the sultry fuckery and the encapsulating stench
Now I gotta think of you
When a song is on
Something like a phenomenon
strung along to the beats
And that fault is with me
Like a magnet to metal shards within a scrap heap
A gesture and a potion
An inexorable omen
Inevitability death
and just getting open
Clung to the image magnified in the mind’s prism
The throne and the robe I'm so reluctant to put on
Clawing tips of periphery
of catalysts that pretense and serenity
Too much to mention amongst the many amenities
Pressures surrounding me have reached their utter infinite

In fall immersion coming to
back to real life discerning
in fall immersion coming to
Coming to Coming to like...

Who’da known that it would feel like this
Weightless when the walls disappears like this
Scared for my life
Just what have we stepped into
Oh the many sights things to present you
Who’da known that it would feel like this
Weightless when the walls disappears like this
Scared for my life
Just what have we stepped into
You’re earning your rights or at least that’s what they hint to
Track Name: Chainsmoke
At the prime of a life
Sinking at the Height of a soul
Soaking in these modes
I chain smoke   
Getting open Til it ends 


If not a wretch spot a bench
Sit or stand I'll attend
Till it bends 
What a nice image
What is bending? extremities 
Being yourself measured as a Kink or obscenity
Arousing at a rousing interaction
You know the outfits the
Laws of attraction 
Yet None of that ever stopped you at all
Fly on a wall swatted erotic in its resolve
Stupid yet resolute just on a boost or in a shamble
At the will of what I'm doing...  inconsiderate ample
So much for being acute of so many angles
"This loser really trying to ramble?"
Are the Cans of his Campbell 
Not ready to sample
One sock short of a sandal
My body's a good sport
Somebody can handle 
What won't affect what is geared
One scotch one bourbon one beer here's a tip

At the prime of a life
Sinking at the Height of a soul
Soaking in these modes
I chain smoke   
Getting open Til it ends 
What was this now 
Drown your sorrows
For my just deserts to go crazy
Oh what an appetite that's worth craving 
And just a single life that's worth saving
 
Irony a fine man murdered by his machinations
Oh what a sight for imagination 
Wanting to belong not wanting to be ownEd
Wanting to be on anxiety when you're shown 
Like what is there to want that ain't already being used
With everything in front of me that's better to refuse
Made fence to assert my prominence
Futility and opulence inertia to accomplishment  
You built something assuming that it was great to
And because you built something somebody should be grateful
Still fixating on the preface of this day new 
Choosing to be alive 
Reminding nobody made you
And the cup runneth over like it got legs
Circular to these squares just like I got pegged
Garlic peppers and onions got the harsh breath
Confident to respond but still I'm not dressed

At the prime of a life
Height of a soul
Soaking in these modes
hope spreads getting open  
Be a friend
If you miss out
Drown your sorrows
Make the glasses turn to 180
Oh what an appetite that's worth craving 

Heaven if not for high places
Where rims of the eye defy traces
So many names many faces
Don't kiss don't tell
Keep in touch or go to hell
I'm staring in amazement 
At the force that I exert upon this pavement 
Don't kiss don't tell
Keep in touch or go to hell
Track Name: World Full of Clowns
World Full of Clowns__
all of us minions some insolence
Nothing’s making sense
up goes the box that they in until the music ends
The verdict is
They getting pissed like I wanna kill the Stephen King
And sewer that crafted this clown if this is it
Feeding it regardless of meaning it
Re-posting to bolster all of the demons of a comedian
Bloody nose on the street red rivers
Suggest scissors
Cut the chord that we’re tied to
feeding the troll under the bridge
If that’s real to him allow him to promote just what he is
Let him the drive the bus if he wants to bolt into the bridge
But that’s not alright with us
Because we wanna ride the bus
Plausibly out of boredom
Responding and then the clout goes up
What a face of death cluster fuck
Hope you’re all smart enough to know what’s up
But I guess that’s too much
Hunting season wings clipped
To sitting ducks sings this
Product of a world gone stubborn
Flame extinguished
 
Oh he the best so what
Just let him be
Cuz what am I to be projecting what’s in front of me
Let him gloat
Let the ship sink float
Watch the show
Got enough clowns find a nose
World full of clowns fine me a nose
Late to the show break in the flow
Bring on the rain
Sure there will be a riot
Killing time donate this body to science
 
Just try and tell me that you are not entertained
Full express steam on a train
Just try and tell me that you are not entertained
Then turn and look the other away

A pause for the effect
Digress or a recess
Just tell me what you’d rather
enamored being a reject
Since all of the moves from this position are illusive
Beat the horse till it’s bruised and lose the point of what’s conducive
all of the music in its vastness and it riches are 
Tools of the richer suits who care more bout they business
taking Fruits of the labor put in a cup that gets shaken
Manipulating the naked with the warmth within their blanket
Sure I’m getting older and wiser—don’t get it… though
Pendulums swing and our simping is really pitiful
Over names that are not ours
Games that involve power
from a source
where they outsourced cowards
Becky’s got a cap like the friend you got in prison
Johnny now wears a mask like it’s the skin that he fits in
Looking for more likes or attention in your photos
Plaster a white chick up in a head dress and kimono
I’m a 90’s baby so my views are fairly jaded
Biased to so many changes Yet some things remain the same
Like those faking the funk
Pies to the face of the drunk
Erasing the race of the ones
Long list yo I’m barely even done

Oh he the best so what
Just let him be
Cuz what am I to be projecting what’s in front of me
Let him gloat
Let the ship sink float
Watch the show
Got enough clowns find a nose
World full of clowns fine me a nose
Late to the show break in the flow
Bring on the rain
Sure there will be a riot
Killing time donate this body to science
 
Prone to react
This climate is getting vicious for me
Not that sold on the box office 
Gonna steal one for me 

Give credit to those who make things interesting
To all who are setting the tone for the interim string
Note to self there are lines of the bass and the treble
Everything will be fine. So remain on your level
Caught in a world where opposites attract the
Posture of wayward souls wanting to build what they lack up
The importance of which then meets the formative switch
Moral to the story is missing or maybe doesn’t exist
Everyone we watched and every voice we know is dead
Go do what you want with that wig up on your head
Have a cigarette and then
Tell us all about your vision with a laser pointed pen
And your power point mission
The twelve steps to cleansing
all the youth you’re not befriending
And the system we believe we’re in control of
Such attempting of pre-empting
The rendering of a medium
Elysium inside of the mind’s crowded gymnasium
Track Name: Caught In Between
Space out feeling caught in-between
Playing a role
or just rollling in and out of a dream
Can't recall what it means 
Is it all what it seems 
Space out in love with all those betweens 

Couldn't ask for more?
Still following the heart 
Assuming it's that mature
Landmass to a master
What a massive shore
So wanting of every wave
water in disarray
Contracting and reacting 
Stretch wake and a yawn
acting on passions
hopeless romantics
open semantic
outclassed by your works
Prepared to desert it 
as pilots an astronauts 
Say hello and goodbye 
To the surface
As we say bye to what we thought gave us purpose
Still an urchin
deprogramming its man brain of perversion
To sleep peacefully 
be taken in at light speed
Sketching what any light reads
or exceeding what likely

Space out feeling caught in-between
Playing a role
or just rolling in and out of a dream
Can't recall what it means 
Is it all what it seems 
Space out in love with all those betweens 


What is love
Don't make the one
If the mind is to be spotless
and eternity is the sun
not enough to need but enough
Holding onto forever
This cold weather no weather
Will not concede to too much
Constructing adjusting
trusting in fate
In conjuction with grace
At a world's end presumably
pardon excuse me
mILES kinda bluesy
hope to recover
In the embrace of my lover
Or the embrace of evolution
Ways to revolution
and days to absolution
I pray that if I die alone
it won't be dialing a phone
Shaking throbbing and sweating
Not usual
Still in bondage still of use
if you're letting
dellusional
Stay I won't
Say I will
nerve to obsess over what's real

Space out feeling caught in-between
Playing a role
or just rolling in and out of a dream
Can't recall what it means 
Is it all what it seems 
Space out in love with all those betweens 

Constructing adjusting
trusting in fate
In conjuction with grace
At a world's end presumably
What is love
Don't make the one
If the mind is to be spotless
and eternity is the sun
not enough to need but enoug
not enough to need but enough
Holding onto forever
This cold weather no weather
Will not concede to too much