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Julian Miles Poem
In my hand an empty pack of camel crushes... I smoked them all.
All the pacing from the stress has beat the pavement raw.
Anger from the moments of my son I never saw.
I'm so gone.
Because I've been holding it in for way too long.
And hashtag to my haters,I will spray you all away if you try to stop me from getting my hustle on.
And I'm not Kirsten Dunst but suckas bring it on.
I'm praying that the whole world pays attention to this song.
See snow the product did it first, but see this best it spoke to me.
And said "you could write a story on how rough your life could be.
And with every verse you spit, more haters get frikazied.
That's when motivation kicked in and I began to believe.
I'll show the population that my ryhmes are mega rad.
And show the child courts I can be a good dad.
And make for certain that I get to make my baby mama mad.
Because every brother out of Gary really ain't bad.
Determined dad.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2015
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Julian Miles Poem
Hook: Here's the truth. We gon shine. Yung MCs and that's no lie. Coming up. To our door. Yea we got them flows galore. (Repeat x4) Verse: Guess who just jumped on the phone. Riding to a new metronome. With his sickish flows. He's hysterical. So scientific, alchemical. And everyone knows I'm genuine. I'm stacking do like innuen. Time for you to tell all your friends that this yung mc is stepping in. The rap game poor. Needs a switch in economics. Cuz a lot of these suckas still talking bout the chronic. Youthful intelligence, call it Malcolm in the middle. You old brothers sit down. Try to learn to widdle. Cuz these yung MCs gonna leave you frikazied. We a whole new breed. Give the people what they need. We a brand new sound. From a dusty ghost town. Reborn from the ashes. It had burned to the ground. This yung brother yurns. For the world to hears his words. Because the rap nowadays is so absurd. But I assure you this. When I walk into the room. Put my mouth to the mic. And straight up kill it on a tune. I'll come with a style that'll match any vet. Rhymes way swift 5 blade like Gillette. The level I stand will never be met. Cuz you fly bird. Yet I fly jet. And honestly when we on the scene you hear the sickest similes. Slicing beats with symmetry that cause the haters ears to bleed. I take the light you try to keep. Cuz all your words are obsolete. It's night-night. Time to sleep. Close the crypt. Rest in peace.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2014
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I'm like a cheetah in the boy I'm quick and I'm cold. A young alchemist achieving transmutation of gold. Used to be a sayain power level negative two. Now I'm super sayain. Five hundred million and two. Throwing warp kamehamehas at majin buu. Ergo ie I'm the person you ain't stacking up to. So you can walk around thinking that you got the juice . but meanwhile im just waiting on a zenkai boost. So i can bam. Flash. And get this cash. And revoke what you haters call a gangster's pass. Im a&d ointment and you suckas the rash. I'm Maggiano's and you brothers just diner dash. I'm the 17th survivor. You can call me sire. Above all else I am a provider. Sounds that make you sane. Help to ease the pain. And to everyone who listen and ask for my name. Boy I'm the brain.
Im like an eagle with the flu boy I'm fly and I'm sick. I'm the best out of Gary since Michael age 6. They keep saying that my flows are a little high risk. I said I'll keep going till the money start flowing. To my fans that complained about the delay. I apologize a brother had bills to pay. And you should've never thought that i went away. Cuz a brother had too much spit to say. For example this flow. I'm taking slow. And shed a little light on those who don't know. That when ever i go into my zone. I can spit a cornucopia of metronomes. I'm the man of many styles. Make the cuties smile. And the reason why all of these girls go wild. Dont care bout what you saying. Im in my own lane. And if you didnt catch it imma say it again. Boy I'm the brain.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2016
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G-O-I- to the N. These 4 letters fill my head and that point I do begin. To go in and bust a ryhme. Come with a bong and you're right on time. To see my quickness, watch my shine and see me snap on every line. Through the course of this beat, I'll try to demonstrate. How everytime I jump on a track, I seem to defacate. And literate the coldness that I epitimate. Let's get it straight. I'm up on my way to the top and all my opponents I will eliminate. I see the game today and I must say it's a shame to mention. they're ryhming street with meat but lack a true flowwer's intuition. they're just spitting about the money and how they're looking so legit. And you say that you're running the streets well I'm about to take your jurisdiction. Because i never run out of breath. Can't you see that I'm clearly insane. Because this state of excessive dilirium has got me on a campaign. To get my streets from out of their sleep. And have them bopping to the beat. It's a renasance full of ambionce. And bovine hide free. It's a party and I'm the host. But the rest you've yet to see. Go by name of Intel The Brain. Or you could just call me I.T.B. Or you can call me that brother that can go up in the sky and have a mass celabration. Homie call it higher than thy. The skills that I sketch in this sonat, so horribly toxic. That if put inside of a missle and you launch it, call it atomic. And if you did'nt understand it then you need to run it back. Because I just plainly showed you how to go in on a track.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2013
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Was a romance for the books. Didn't care about the looks. Maybe a little old school but yea my heart she did be took. By the way that she could cook. And the way her body shook. And the way that she got on top and made it straighter than a rook. She was the wisest on the seen. Quick to hustle. Get that green. But little did I know it was a play behind the scenes. While I'm planning up our wedding you're out doing anything... Legs never closing. Dumped for a brother with a little more ching. Silly grown girl, money isn't everything. But that just shows that you'd rather be a rich man's whore than a poor man's queen. But I got another girl that will appreciate. The acts of love that I demonstrate. She holds me down. Keeps me right. And she's always happy love her every night. But I can't say that it is easy. Heck, it's anything from breezy. But what separates her from you is that she told me that she needs me. And to think I really loved you. Never put no one above you. But you were thottin and fire crotchin. I should've wore a glove dude. You were purely acting out. Now you're sitting with a pout. Cuz you're a flashback now. (Inspired by eminem ft Rihanna- love the way you lie.)
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2014
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Verse 1: At first I saw your face and I was sold. A beautiful body with a mind made of gold. Then I saw that your personality was so in tone. And all those childish games would never follow where you rooam. That's when I ran from the crew and I walked up to you and asked you "so what is your name?" You look like a chiefer lets blow on some riffer. It'll keep us from going insane. Let's go have a drink and we'll see what you think about maybe you joining my team. On a whole nother level I hope you can handle a brother whose swagger's so clean. I mean, baby you're fine. Like I'm frozen in time everytime that I look in your eyes. I'm thinking your one of kind. Oh so top of the line. Let's just say your the ultimate prize. There's no other chick that does it so slick or kills when it comes to your grind. Cause even the stars, they're looking at you and hating the way that you shine.
Chorus: I don't need a hook, do you want one? If it ain't one, don't mean we wont have some fun. Cause we in it. We do it. Everyday so fluent. And you can tag along girl, it ain't nothing to it. We party all night 'till the day in. Sipping on tequila, vodka, maybe even gin. And yea, my life is like a movie, home video. And I'd really like for you to make a cameo.
Verse 2: You run through my mind like all of the time. And i can't seem to get you out. Like a mistake on a term paper I just white out. And since I got the baddest chick, I just don't see a point to keep an eye out. We come through with swag and pop a few tags while brothers are steadily hating. They're stressing the fact that we are all that and killing the swag we're potraying. The drama come through and it's like blah blah blu. I don't understand what they're sayin'. But "go ma weo" is what I tell them cause we're chinking like the asians. Ride in the Beem and we're sitting on lean. Got grechy for days cause my pockets on ching. No hater nor force can come in between the semi-uphoric and future historic and way metaphoric bond that we have. Because they try to catch up but they continue to lag. It's real sad but...
Chorus: I don't need a hook, do you want one? If it ain't one, don't mean we wont have some fun. Cause we in it. We do it. Everyday so fluent. And you can tag along girl, it ain't nothing to it. We party all night 'till the day in. Sipping on tequila, vodka, maybe even gin. And yea, my life is like a movie, home video. And I'd really like for you to make a cameo.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2012
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Ridiculous. Never have you met a brother to ever have explosiveness. Like a pyrotechnic you know that I will stay blowin' this. Beat up till' I wake the streets up. Because Gary, Indiana needs a spiritual re-up. My city is sobbing and it's looking for some perfection. because it's spirit has left it's body. Call it astral projection. This is how Gary raps. The best thing since Mike Jack. And it can't get no better than that.
And so begins my city's rebirth. The Midwest the quickest rappers ever seen on this green earth. Too rappers try to race us, they need to reverse. Because too many lyrics coming at you upon this mean verse. The G is the city that not a single soul has tested. If they try us then they will see that we can never be bested. So many people hurt. Twice as many arrested. Our natives don't really care. they're born and raised to be reckless.
The rip and the wreckage that you're seeing on every block. And the cops acting hot when they try to run in your spot. Addicts on the corner are always looking for rocks. And these prostitutes are sexing and sucking on every cock. So many have tried but have never made it to fame. Because they're looking at Gary like a sack of some sour lames. So riches is something that we really couldn't attain. That is until today, because I'm on a whole nother plain.
To be glyph here are stories that go with bringing Gary back to it's former glory. If you're squeamish then cut it off. To be honest this is gory. How I'm gonna chop this beat and cook it like tenderloin. Maybe a ghost town but will never diminish. We're bucked up now. It's a fight to the finish. And that's for anybody trying to snuff my city's rebirth. Off the dome sophistication. No, my lines aren't rehearsed. It's Intel.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2013
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I got like a million reasons to keep it going. Because I’m determined dad.
I’m always be inside of my bag.
Trying to give my son what I never had.
And I admit that I fell off to battle all of my demons.
Call me Sorin. I’m a Mastar.
Rushing all of these beats when my flow begins.
For 6 years been makin room like Mr. B. I throw bows.
This young MC keeps going in.
They expect me to break, but, I won’t.
Cuz it’s not my ending.
So stop pretending that you haters have never stole my bars.
You can’t take my storm. Like Salazar, I’m a Slytherin through the yard.
Bar for bar, no one’s as cold as me.
Except for a certain few.
Like my homie Rugga, big Ace, Nonchalant, Halo, Billy and Clio too.
Problem cool and my sister Chu.
Rongine and that nerdy dude.
We in the streets and we paying dues.
While y’all paying boosters for fake shoes.
Y’all really are driving me insane.
I swear I be trying to stay in my lane.
But all you suckas swerving and hitting curbs.
I’m pushing you out of the game.
With the way that I be killing these flows.
I’m beginning to know.
There’s more to life than getting a hoe.
And taking her home.
And getting her to polish the chrome and ba-ba-ba-bone.
I hear these haters talking, but, they see me, ain’t a sound.
I’m known as the ring leader and you haters just some clowns.
When I start to feel the rhythm and the bass begins to pound.
I’m the Dante of the music underground.
Pull the devil trigger.
Ima heat it up. Heat it up.
Grab it up and I eat it up. Eat it up.
Any track ima beat it up beat it up.
With the way a brotha speed it up. Speed it up.
Let’s get it now.
Saw that they were happy when they thought that I was down.
So, I’m bout to hit my flicker step at the speed of sound.
Pull the devil trigger now.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2022
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We came to start the partyrock. Got some Grey Goose, Gin, Red Berry Ciroc. We're birds of a feather baby, join the flock. Because we're white boy wasted, rockin like Dethklok. Chillax lil mama, just do the wave. and if you don't know how, you gon learn today. When it comes to having fun baby, we don't play. Sending double shots out like bombs away. HEEEEY!!! we got a lot of alcohol and some super cool brothas who are always down to ball. And you can do whatever baby, you can have it all. I just need to take a peek underneath your camisole. (that's all) Im looking for a ride or die. Don't just kick it with a brotha, be the apple of my eye. They say money is the limit. NAW, limit is the sky. Just take my hand and watch how the time flies.
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2014
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Look into my eyes. And what you will attain. Is the memoirs of a young brotha trying to get paid. People say that Im insane. It's too hard of a strain. But I swear that, for my son, I am gonna have it made. Man it's really such a trip. Im sticking to my guns. Dreams of sellout shows keep me moving though Im stunned. Because The so-called friends and fam that said they'd have my back. Were the same ones who'd run when the screen would fade to black. That's why Im... Stuck in this world on my own. Pondering if this karma from the sins not atoned. All the hurt that's in my mind has turned my heart to stone. So to keep myself level, smoke a square and Im gone. For too long I've been struggling. trying to get a hustle in. But still aint got the dividends to meet ends. But with wifey by my side, and a handful of soldiers, best believe we will survive. rappers say they speak the truth, but the truth is when they step into the booth. they just rap about the cars and clothes and shows. But Im about to show you how it really goes. HOOK: Welcome to my life. Welcome to my hood. Welcome to the world that gets so bad, it cant go good. Welcome to my life. Welcome to my hood. Welcome to the land of oh I wish... A hater would. (x2)
Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2014
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