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I Smoke Herb. I Make Music.

by Mike Rovone

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1.
I hate to bother you but I spotted you and part of what I Gotta do is slaughter you I know it’s a lot to do. to open up a slot or two Do what I plotted to and blow a spot or two Not with dynamite but you never know though Very clever logo couldn’t take a better photo Can’t maintain the flow tho’ even if it’s said in slow Mo. I’ll rhyme till I pass out like how you get a promo I won’t stop rocking cause I don’t got options Opps not knocking just cock blocking Not forgotten, I cannot stop plottin’ a way to stay fresh when the spots got rotten. Look in the mirror like “why the fuck do I do it?” reply in clear: “for the love of the Music” The best of influence. the rest of em knew it I didn’t choose it. I was destined to do it Anything you could bring on i’ll swing on And leave knots on its head like a Motherfuckin’ cling on. All I gots love for is the mic that I sing on so a phone is the only thing I ever put a ring on If you wanna teach and you’re not a professor I keep a piece in a spot in a dresser Hoods get ripped apart put with wood and chipped apart By the goodness of my heart cause they couldn’t get this art. Still got far to go. far from where I started tho’ rhymes on maxi pads. soak up what I start to flow #Not Sorry Though. I’ll explore a theme Got lyrics on lock-down like my words were quarantined I remember my time on a flying saucer if she doesn’t want it I would never try to Force her if you want my secrets then you better buy the course or I’ll contort and sort ya on behalf of my consortia
2.
I’m Lizzo. at the game with my ass out popular like Bobby Brown inside a crackhouse. I’ll come clean like Jeru the Damaja. I’m a Karen now let me see the manager. I’m Donnie Darko on prescription medication it’s like I’m Freddy but with the head of Jason. When it comes to family i got 30 in my circle but my family doesn’t matter cause we're nerdier than Urkel I’m motivated In a quest for complacency I won’t delay in turning up the latency charge a maintenance fee just so they can see ..I’m Norman Bates flipped the sign. there’s a vacancy Nice when the cameras on. mean when I’m back stage (Ellen) Hand you a contract with clauses on the back page I tell lies even when the truth is evident next election I’ll be running for the president They came to arrest me I was dizzy like Gillespie told em I was Dae Dae I had Mike Epps…ilepsy Said they had to check me, ..over before they left me I wasn’t Suicidal all I wanted a Pepsi. Dressed in all black with Cash like Johnny You’re out of your element shut the fuck up Donnie I’m addicted to metaphors I’ll probably never get clean Have you hanging in your room just like Jeffrey Epstein Don’t give a fuck if you’re ready to retire tweetin‘ like Roseanne and get everybody fired I’m that asshole that prolly used to say some shit fuckin up your head like an abusive relationship check the hook if you want to know what I’m about I’d rather cut you off. than stay and go to the drama route. You’ll be guessing why the fuck I’m ducking out But still be stressing on some shit I give a fuck about.
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I stay out of trouble as I Break out the bubble try to build up my hustle watch the strength in my muscle Subtle I need to eat shelter I need to sleep peep the heat of my struggle to this beat. I go to work, like six days a week who says on my off day that I’m really free Even on a bended knee is a stimulus check a remedy or just some bs that they’re giving me? Overplay for the under play I know about the brighter days I carry in a lighter case and light it with the stress filled days Seem stuck in a ghetto maze Wake up no make up it’s time for the shake up they bake up and lay up do anything for that paper Get ready for that caper it may be your neighbor or a stranger the danger is real. the fight for the dollar is ill as a scholar I build Dayummm! That’s what I’m saying every day I’m  Looking at a bunch of bills and ain’t no way to pay em P.m. to the a.m. my cards and how I play em  got a bunch of demons ain’t got no way to slay em. 
 Like I’m too woke I can’t go back to sleep again  lookin at the bright side the Darkside keeps creeping in The rat race is leaving a bad taste  I’m not depressed the world is a sad place 
 The less you’re blind and the more you learn about  Can stress your mind and make it start burning out Ignorance is bliss till your hit with a fist Then start getting the gist of all the shit that you missed 
 quote my other album if you did not really know Same struggles going on almost everywhere you go Try to focus.. while the rest still dazed they don't notice... the stress filled days
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you wanna know the story how I started really flowing We gotta take it back to when my name was Willy Owen See I was so clever I put two and two together And taught myself to read when I recognized the letters The letters made the words that the people always said I had those words recorded deep inside my head When I saw the words. I knew just what to do While all the other toddlers didn’t have a fucking clue I’m not being arrogant I’m only being honest never missed a single word on any spelling contest In kindergarten I felt pretty damn invincible Because I punched a bully and he ran and told the principal I had some type of feeling it’s really hard denying He was acting so tough until he started crying This big old second grader man really made a statement tried to punk me for my lunch I didn’t let him take it Now we’re bout to move on to another chapter and take it to the time when I knew I was a rapper. This is going way back into the early 80s meats and potatoes and weren’t about the gravy' s I remember Run and D (the) MC’s before those yeah we loved The Message but couldn’t get the wardrobes we understood the outfits we just couldn’t afford clothes My bedroom was the closet floor with the door closed. I’d try to make a mixtape But couldn’t change the order All I had for music was a plastic tape recorder I’m sure the quality had to be shitty and old Because I recorded the songs off of Video Soul So I would take these mixtapes don’t forget the air quotes And trade them with my Homies for tapes they got from their folks Then I got a Walkman and a pair of headphones I was bumpin Ladi Dadi with levels in the red zone I discovered hip-hop about the time it found me. all the shit they talk about is going on around me Then became the point where all I want to do is Step off all alone and listen to some music. I guess the only thing that I’m really trying to say is that it made me feel in some special kinda way So as I got older I didn’t want to chance it any stereo I got the plot was to enhance it. If it had some bass then I’m bumping it like fuck it Because I got an amp and house speakers in the bucket I’m only spitting 16 otherwise I’d name the artists I think you get the point though it’s all the same regardless I said I’d be a rapper they thought it was hilarious didn’t understand about my heart within these areas Used to have an eight bit sampler kit to start out Now it’s International every time I put some art out
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Due Due 03:37
Let’s take it.. back to the 90s for a fraction of time see hostin’ open mics is where you happen to find me. Paying dues. like I’m improving my credit A view of success and what I do when I get it Affluent producers always calling my phone It Never really happened. do it all on my own dreams and goals. still dare to pursue ‘em But archaeologists try declaring me ruins. Sid vicious with issues Suspicious of snitches matrix switches as I witness the glitches Auspicious seditious which is scratching my itches my pitch is malicious cause this shit is religious  My religion is rap your decisions are wack You stab your friends in the back envisionin’ stacks I Invest in the best so the stock it just rises The Cost: paying dues.. . ...the end result: priceless All I do is show improve Pay my dues and make my move Change your tune go get your crew Now they to know how I do I'm Not Rocking and rolling. no knot that I’m holding Walking around wishing my pocket was swollen.  Back in the day I’m eating Ramen a lot so I could pay the fee to go and rhyme in the spot. A cat would want to battle which you never should do the audience knew I was better than you I dedicated my life. So take my advice you’re just a dude that saw 8 mile twice I Rolled with a crew went from old to the new Holding a view but didn’t know what to do lost like Desmond departing the hatch I had to build a studio and started from scratch I’ve never had a label that wanted to signed me  or a bunch of screaming fans that were running behind me hunting to find me you want to define me I’ve been paying dues since the numbers were 90s  All I do is show improve Pay my dues and make my move Change your tune go get your crew Now they to know how I do
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Don’t bite my head off like animal crackers I go for self like the camera held backwards Fam I just stack words and stand with the blackbirds A gaggle of fat nerds enacting your fractures i’m like slick Rick cause behind the bars I feel locked up and the time is hard to outshine a star as the finest shard Is kind a hard when your mind is scarred. I ain’t Snoop Dogg cause I love them hoes I hope they love me and they come to shows mention me at entry they’ll let you in eventually At the liars club or the mission dispensary My rhymes are fire. you’re fyre festival I’m out of the box you’re still inside ‘em like collectibles Technical if you try to make a spectacle Respect it. I’m half nuts like one testicle It’s like they say. psych I’m never listening Just my ass and them kissin I am envisionin’ I’ll take advice. report it missin’ and Imprison it. in a truck. push it into lake Michigan When I write rhymes you just see me handle my lifetime full of drama like a TV channel I’m guessing... I don’t have cable though Seeming that my flows are always streaming like your favorite show. no commercials at all i’m drinking a lot My circle so small it could shrink to a dot The diagnosis if you try to approach this The flows is the type that never die like roaches hard to forget like what your heart’ll regret had to start a cadet. now with the art of vet It’s like my whole life was almost burnt to the ground but I took that fire and I turned it around
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I’m an artist but believe I’m a fan A beat in my hand to succeed with my Fam Minding my grind at least that’s the plan Till they finding my rhyme in the streets of Japan. came up on food stamps and government cheese So only the true champs can fuck with my Steez grew up a poor person broke with no hope That’s why I pour bourbon, coke and smoke dope.  they say I’m strange cause the way that I speak ain’t shit changed but the day of week I’m in Nukes top-five so they say I’m unique Cause EVPs is the way that theyr’e playin’ this beat a bunch of smoke and mysterious blurs curious nerds hearing delirious words in a haunted house on the back of the street I’m wrapped in a sheet. a ghost trapped in a beat  I’m living what I rap I rap what I’m living Not making my living from rap or making rap for my livin’ Attacking the wack cause raps my religion Attracting a clap from the rap that I’m givin hold up. Wait a damn minute... I got so many bars had to close the pandemic. ..I know it’s bogus. If you and your man’s in it! Your circle is dog shit! I ain’t tryin to stand in it! bad actors just rehearsing a roll could step on my lyrics and not kick a verse from the soul My rhymes stick around like a pile of debt does And bring it to your grill like the smile direct club They say I’m not real. I’m a mythical creature Reachin’ from beyond just to rip this whole feature Like ghosts of your past that you have to defeat I’m Not a real person I’m just trapped in a beat
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Ask Somebody 03:31
What up I don’t got to shut up I put up I’m not a gangster but I still big my hood up I’m off my rocker like grandpa when he stood up you couldn’t trip on me even if I put my foot up that was four. I could give the whole eight put it in your mouth like Akinelle with Colgate I’m not snatchin crumbs I want the whole plate I used to love her but now she’s my soulmate Yo fam listen I have goals and visions You’ll be discovered by an old man fishin’ with both hands missing behind a Spokane prison In an abandoned van with no transmission word-of-mouth isn’t heard about absurd amounts best kept secret even though I always blurt it out. Got that crack written like smoking cocaine or I could go off the top like an open container The coast is clear.. I boast the most explosive gear blow the spot and ghosts appear before the smoke can clear Thoughts you’re not supposed to hear got you blocking both your ears toast a beer what’s spoke in here Is Coke. Known as dope for years it’s in my genes that I’m destined to fail at least I’m alive and not resting in jail I’m making a recipe for reversing my destiny a verse from the chest of me cause this version is stressing me. A shrink couldn’t handle me or stop the insanity The bullshit they’re handing me they’re not understandin’ me. No one’s a fan of me I’ll mention it candidly I’m still demanding respect. and a check for my family. The type of creature under the bed to eat ya order a slice of pizza poor like the righteous teachers The price to feature is slide the visa or it’s bye Felicia it was nice to meet ya.
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I’m more than 40 picture me as a Shorty clothes are just hand me Downs none of it sporty. my dad‘s work friends kids grew up in the 60s the shit they would give me doesn’t fit they don’t get me.  Plus I ain’t making friends get in fights and don’t make amends. My Homies havin a seizure gotta wait til the shakin’ ends Taking it way back ain’t shy when I say that Up in the bricks with Richard Pryor on eight track The lessons I’ve learned ain’t forgot probably any look at all these roacheswithout Bobby Jimmy At the Rivers edge without Crispin Glover. a freakoholic just like the Egyptian Lover. I knew what I wanted make em pause like run did Have adventures like Slick Rick and look what I done did Bullies can’t put me down Once I Hard boogie down I wanna go to the pros and not have that rookie sound Back in the day it wasn’t rare if you dance Everywhere that I glance parachute pants. Standing there in a stance there was romance in knowing spot blowing shows. there was a chance to go from Breaking on cardboard to making it art more that’s how i got heart more and turned out more hard-core I’m not a guru. to earn it was hard more What did I start for? the point like a dartboard it always felt like it was something more serious Like what your tribe called and how low-end your theory is The nearest lyricist hearing this will be a conspiracist Leering in the mirror and sneering at how clear it is. This is Chicago I don’t know what you think the first rhymes that I wrote are old enough to drink If you feel disrespect by doing my thing kid I’m just protecting my neck like Wu-Tang did All that I need is a boombox and Adidas Can’t be defeated with a rhyme and a beat it’s Like the heat had almost succeeded indeed it’s Ingredients that never retreated somehow reverse and delete it. Set ablaze cheddar ways headed to better days Every letter slays hip-hop forever plays. The fact that they’re takin’ and actors just fakin’ Every batch that I’m makin’ is for scratching And breakin’ Grew up in the 80s knew nothing but crazies If your crew’s up to play me they’re blew up and Swayze A wolf in sheep’s clothing it’s time I brought it out A Basket Case like masta ace up inside the slaughtahouse These days they destroyed the DJs and B-boys erased the street noise Replaced with the decoys I ain’t makin the charts and It ain’t breaking my heart. You can’t take it apart. it’s straight from the heart.
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My stereo pillar is a serial killer really bewildered I was very vanilla locked and sealed up a lot has built up spot is filled up with what I chopped and killed up Running around while they hunting me down body’d the beat put it under the ground The drum that I pound just wasn’t around No dumbing it down so they’re loving the sound Bet the poem was the best you’d known It Set the tone like ametronome inject your dome with infectious foam leave you left alone in the veterans home train of thought hits all the stops Brain is wrought kids fall and drop You’re the type to get Mollywopped After starting shit and then call the cops! thought I was gettable I was unforgettable my incredible level will make a better fool edible Off its settable. never regrettable let a fool Get a tool alert the medical may be reported had a baby aborted crazy distorted my way to retort it looking at charts like they were Dre beat supported Said he killing it, with the way he record it.. Burial scarier than a venereal area and a hairy derrière that’s daring to Marry ya Don’t type like stereo it’ll vary by area Depending on where are you wary to bury ya. train of thought hits all the stops Brain is wrought kids fall and drop You’re the type to get Mollywhopped After starting shit and then call the cops.. this is the part where I can just let you know what a psycho does In a situation where you fight with us back in the day you was tight with us Shot to shit all night with us Sparked a blunt share the light with us I will be feeling like I’m right and just and won’t give a fuck if I bite the dust Shits going to happen butnot today So I try to earn a spot to stay Still in the Hood it’s hot today hear the bass from a block away Got to be careful how you walk today Cops want everybody locked away It’s like a game a cost a lot to play New world order monopoly. Don’t even know what to call the shit kitted out and I’m all equipped po pimp hood rich Baller shit I’ma be that way until I’m all legit So success never saw the shit It’s like a puzzle I’m trying to solve and shit So underground I crawl in on pits But I can’t stop won’t call it quits That’s the way that it is in here Chasin a dream and a vision here in some way we all live in fear feeling like were in a prison here Artists get. this retarded shit Social media narcissists Hard as shit from the heart and shit darkest shit ain’t as harsh as this
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I just worked a long day my life has gone the wrong way I just want to get in my car and let the song play. Calm the savage beast. man that shit is basic plus it always helps if you feel the fuckin’ bass kick Can’t describe the feeling If you heard you know it then you mix those beats with the words of a poet. You start to slip away when you hear a little singer All the problems of the day they can get the middle finger I’d like to take that concept and use it for a minute if you buy my album thanks for choosing independent Because you know! I’m forever on the same shit But Everywhere I go people treat me like I ain’t shit I feel like I’m the only one invested in the stock of me all I got is plots of stopping thoughts of the monotony I need some stress relief. From the scene I found it Smoke a little green the drum machine I pound it. Once I got the beat. I write some dope ass lyrics And play it in the street so if you go past, hear it I don’t give a fuck I’m talkin’ bout the life of me And I would think I sucked if I had a ghost to write for me. You don’t have to listen that’d be a bad decision No ghost writers or producer apparitions Just a cat. ..on the way to catatonic Akai and a Mac and a fat sack of chronic. Gorilla glue, reason rewired into ProTools ain’t nothing new I’m emceeing like it’s old-school. Gotta bunch of stress and one way to express it so when I see that red dot you know I have to press it Click click click click That’s when it is recordin’ And at that very moment that’s the only thing important If I didn’t have these I’d definitely lose it That’s why I smoke herb. .... I make music.

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released April 20, 2021

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