Michigama (Uɐᴉɔᴉƃɐɯ Ǝɥʇ) [feat. For the Fallen Dreams, King 810, Heartsick & Don]

Suppose I chose to live in woes

From the cold that breaks my bones

The blizzard wizard from the Midwest

My throat is frozen, take a deep breath

Pure Michigan is what I represent

I got to hijack the track to just stay relevant

But I got something to keep your mind at ease

You're watching every little fibre of me freeze

'Cause the air's so pure, but you can't drink the water

A walking contradiction for our sons and our daughters

We don't want out, we don't want out

Can you hear us now?

Storms and ice turn the northern light

Everything around that makes up death and misery

Storms and ice got me like a knife

A culling, bloodletting with no end in sight

Sink your teeth into the veins of America

Cut the blood with the oil, make a murderer

From the hand that feeds

For the land that bleeds

In sub-zero cold, spit blood ice and snow

You got to kill to survive the night or you'll die, motherfucker, die

I hope you motherfuckers know where your heart is

I put my city on the map before the water did

Got a rifle magazine and this bitch pregnant

Puke on all you motherfuckers if I let it

EOTECH EX is my crystal ball

I see death for all of y'all

I am the raised left hand of the country

This is going to get bloody

From Byron Bay to Bay City

It all comes back to me, The Beet Factory

Madonna and Don are gonna rock on, with Fonz and Ruhlig and the Gunn

Will make you want to Michigama

Sink your teeth into the veins of America

Cut the blood with the oil, make a murderer

From the hand that feeds

For the land that bleeds

In sub-zero cold, spit blood ice and snow

You got to kill to survive the night or you'll die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die

Oh, yeah, what a banger