Open Mike Eagle - Whiskey and Push-Ups

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{Chorus}
My telephone is listenin' and trackin' all my moves
I’m surrounded by my enemies and don’t know what to do
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I’m prayin' that my liver can keep filterin' this booze
I’m surrounded by your darkness and regardless what I choose
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups

{Verse 1}
Yeah, I’m back in my dumb bag, don't scroll past
Gotta double back, give it a double tap and thumb drag yeah
Back on my cold shit, that old spit, that baggier clothes fit
But no happy faces, lasers, and glow sticks though
My vision salient grey, I visit aliens and aim
At African Methodist Episcopalia, I
I’m in my Dropbox, downloading Comstock at high-speed
No need to brown-nose or hob-nob, naw
I’m an unlicensed architect and Martian tech is hidden in the verses, so fiends search for the carpet specks, dang!
Catch me deep in my language bag
Reverse the earth’s spin fast to I can change the past
Black specter, (?...) like back catcher’s hands
Put a crowd in a frenzy like masked Mexican wrestlers can
He’s a top guy, as high as a pop-fly
Can go full gremlin or hide, nice as a Mogwai
So don’t feed me after or midnight or feed me at all
I’m kinda tired of tryna reason with y’all

{Chorus}
My telephone is listenin' and trackin' all my moves
I’m surrounded by my enemies and don’t know what to do
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I’m prayin' that my liver can keep filterin' this booze
I’m surrounded by your darkness and regardless what I choose
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups

{Verse 2}
Yeah, I’m back on my default
Pot of plain rice wit' a couple packets of sea salt
Sometimes the rhyme is an island with beach balls
Swing to the right a bit to balance my see-saw
Yeah, this ain’t my first rodeo
Came to the earth wit' a sickness older than polio
Yeah, I’m a product of them homes
Hard not to stumble when bass rumbles your shin bones
I’m black Alex Summers stuck in a rear pinch
Chest pressure measures a hundred pounds per square inch
I got a needle for ya biggest balloon
So let’s hope we settle differences soon

{Chorus}
My telephone is listenin' and trackin' all my moves
I’m surrounded by my enemies and don’t know what to do
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I’m prayin' that my liver can keep filterin' this booze
I’m surrounded by your darkness and regardless what I choose
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups

{Outro}
My name is Open Mike Eagle
You have been invited into a Closed Session
This is what a Closed Session sounds like
You’re privileged

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“One of LA’s smartest young voices” says the LA Times…which the artist suspects, may just be a covert way of saying LA is dumb. “Open” Mike Eagle wouldn’t terribly mind, being born and raised in Chicago where the painful winters and his uppity grandparents kept him inside as a youth.

He spent his formative years watching alternative music happen on MTV and hoping to one day be able to audition for the Native Tongues.

As a young adult after graduating with a degree in Psychology, he did the next best thing and moved to Los Angeles, joining the Project Blowed collective where he made music and toured with Busdriver, Aceyalone, Abstract Rude, Nocando and more. He’s also gained notoriety in the world of comedy by being invited by professional funny people (Paul F. Tompkins, Hannibal Buress, Matt Besser/UCB) to rap at their shows. He’d like to be rap’s Kurt Vonnegut but recognizes that he’d first have to create something as iconic as the four-stroke illustration of an anus. He practices by releasing rap albums that delight, entertain, and confuse.