Open Mike Eagle - For DOOM

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{Intro}
Yo, this one's for DOOM
One-two
Shit, one-two
Check it, one-two

{Verse}
Police sirens when the freestyle stylin'
Cause if my eyes start to get wide, then it's Three Mile Island, yeah
I drank my Ovaltine and redeemed my decoder ring
Got two songs with you, but only spoke to a go-between
Was still proud as fuck to reach ground zero
Cause who the fuck ever gets to rock with they heroes?
Yeah, combining the rhyme with divine winos
My Phantom verse was rewritten three to five times though
I got a text my head spun like a Beyblade
I emailed your homie to see if that shit was kay-fay
Supposed to be space age everything feeling late stage
We knew what it was since peach fuzz in the eighth grade
Sing along you assholes, bring it on commando
Hand wrote just like a letter to the Vietcong from Rambo
Read it all out, ramble I know it and yo
This candle I'mma hold it over vocal samples
I'mma vandal in the poet
My dance ain't the prettiest
My pen ain't the fanciest
My pancreas is fucked the fuck up like Sid and Nancy's is
I think miscellaneous
And I talk like a know-it-all
I used to buy vodka was basically isopropynol
(?...) rings stolen from a whole host of elf kings
In my bedroom crying like a soul-broken whelpling
The news, it knocked it out me like Ronda Rousey
Fool, you're bout to sell more masks than Dr. Fauci
I'm copping one off Etsy to rock it proudly
I'm dad bod saved by the belly Kelly Kapowski
I wrote this rhyme on a rock with a sickle too
Got a pic of you spittin' on some art in my living room
I memorized your lyrics and seen every interview
I looked into the eyes of the piece
He ain't really you!

{Outro}
Supervillain...
This nigga got me again, damn
Rest in peace

Release Date: January 04, 2021

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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.