Dreamer

by Mike Braugher

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about

This is the product of one crazy ass summer. I recorded these tracks a few weeks ago and wanted to share. I'm not dropping my full-length mixtape until Spring of 2012 so I figured I'd give you all some new joints to bump to in the meantime. I'm working towards a new sound and I hope you dig it. This is a free download. All I ask is that if you genuinely like my work, then tell your friends about dope music.

Features:
- All lyrics included in song info
- Top secret bonus material
- A hint of swag

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For booking, beat production & feature inquiries, email
m.braugher@gmail.com

I dedicate this material to Frank Brabson and Floyd Braugher. Rest in peace.

credits

released 15 November 2011
Vocals: Michael Braugher (All beatboxing and vocal scratching was performed in real time with no edits)
Production: Michael Braugher, Kev Brown,
Daniel Oshima, 9th Wonder, Kno
Mastering: Zach Jamieson
Sidebar Photography: Mark Blanchard
Cover Photography: PinkMoose
Graphic Design: Michael Braugher
Cosmic Sound Consortium ©

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Track Name: June 16th
Verse 1:
On June 16th I came out the womb live
Its 92 time with a mighty smooth guy
thats tryna get with women that are heidi klum fly
icarus with the mic catch me riding too high
a college man drifting lost at sea
of papers, power and pussy being tossed at me
so baby look how I spit upon these awesome beats
& live it up while I can before I cross the beach
fly as shit with the pidgeons
leviathan when I rip it
I'm kinda sicker than syphilis
its why I'm never intimate
its all about about benjamins
so why my people indigent?
Guilty of blackness until were proven innocent
gas me up before you make the incision
pass the cup cause the eucharist is ending
decision pending did I mention
jean said I was looking blue when I told her my true religion

Chorus:
Here I come I'm killin the game swiftly
Newly arrived so you haters can't miss me
& Who the fuck am I? I'm the air that you breathe in
A nigga dreaming so stop sleeping
Do I do it for the fame.. power?
Do candy coated lines ever taste sour?
All I wanna do is get paid to devour
Phat ass rhymes & the name is Mike Braugher

Verse 2:
I serenade the streets with great lines
heard it through the grape vine that it could take time to blow
Like napalm or even a straight line of coke
Illegal flow they say mine is dope
I'm tryna be better man intellectual gentleman
Intersect with the parallel lines I write the letters in
Amateur heart with the mind of veteran
Excelling with pen skills ten steps ahead of em
Track Name: Why So Serious?
Verse 1:
I'm a misfit
We fuck midgets up in this bitch
I blink, oh shit the dutch been lit
loan you cats skill then collect interest
the only bank I visit is giving me time limits
Damn! just let me finish
beating off my d-dick
split your dome quick then I'm becoming livid
I play no games homie this isn't fucking quidditch
but I wont lie man hermione can get it
Serial killer deliver the pain
sinister venemous fangs
gripping your middle brain to finish ya
this is the pinnacle of lyricism
and niggas wishin
that they could hook 'em with lines like I was fishin
grippin the mic with stellar rap tactic
prior to going in I do a hella fast backflip
for no damn reason
probably to impress her
before I drench her with the semen

Chorus:
I take this rap shit serious
If you don't understand the plan
you just delirious

Verse 2:
Deliver the liquor to my system
Hit one fatty now my eyes weigh a shit ton
spit some game to girlie I'm on a mission
Jersey as fuck but don't condone fist pumps shit sucks
Life's a bitch and I stole her heart
karmas kind of a dick so I broke his jaw
poker face on when the po-po come
I string em along like I'm yo-yo ma
taking the path of least resistance is bitch shit
rap game needs the quick wit
If ignorance is bliss you've reached the hitlist
whack (w)rappers get torn to bits on christmas
kick santa clause in his balls and rip him off
cause those cookies are mine consider taking a jog
I took his wallet and proceeded to drank beers
and sell dank weed by means of reindeer

Chorus
Track Name: Death's Waitlist
Intro:
My father told me always be a hustla
But you wont see progress until you've done a fair share of fucking up

Verse:
My pen glides left to right, till nothings left to write
an orgasmic feeling the flows extra tight
supports hard to score when you won't conform to saying stupid ass things in the text of your rhyme
an alien of sorts I walk the fine line
A frequent flyer between your world and mine
I seek the knowledge hidden within mankind
& I'm reaching higher for things I can't define in my lifetime
So I let my light shine
These lines age as well as the taste of fine wine
Shut eyes, embrace the lives of blind guys
love your fellow man whether dark or light
so fuck the phenotype or shit'll never get done
we forget we're just animals with a opposable thumbs
that claim superiority, intelligence and greatness
yet we shit on each other as we face death's waitlist
as we face death's waitlist...
all we do is shit on each other as we face death's waitlist
Track Name: Hey You, Its Been Awhile
Its been four months since I've seen your face
impeccable grace and I remember the taste
of our lips entwined press yours against mine
I can't find lines to express my mind-state
so lets pretend this is our introduction
way before we dated and before we started fucking
rewind the bullshit, rewind the fights
rewind the long nights spent professing our loving
woman, I met you the summer that we were twelve
no ordinary girl you were trying to rebel
as a matter of fact there was a mutual attraction
that lasted for the next five years
happiness'll rain down upon me and you
my only love besides you was being in the booth
and you shared my passion for music
knew you were the truth
pure perfection a dream come true
I never thought that you would be the one to let loose
our of beautiful relationship
but in the grand scheme of things
it was always me who started breaking shit
apart, and you were fragile like a precious work of art
negligence is a form of abuse
I regret the things that I put you through
so many nights and so many chances
to salvage a once red hot romance
I guess my plan was to put off advances
from every other girl that's trying to get up in my pants and given the right circumstance we could've worked
but I was causing you pain and hurt
I'm not trying to put all the blame upon me
but now I realize I couldn't give you what you need
attention, affection
you were pissed cause I was putting weed up in my chest
it came crashing down when you went through my texts
I don't give a fuck if your head was a mess
that simple action spoke for words unsaid
I gave you the world in the palm of my hand
but all in all, I guess you couldn't trust your man
but if I were to come again, would you still be jealous?
would you still be reckless? and would you still be the one
to make my heart skips beats and leave me breathless?
I need to check my self again
must I correct myself again?
whether its the papers or the juice or the gin
every man's got a vice and it all depends
if you can deal with mine
cause I'm in it to win
and I dealt with yours
yes I catered to your every single word
If you really think I cheated then you're fucking absurd
so lets recap what occurred
you know what I'm saying?
and sum it all up in a simple equation
love + sex = complications
but I love you for you and thats cool
even if it means we'll never resume dating
we'll never resume dating
said we'll never resume dating...
Track Name: Love.Hate.
I wonder
If you ever
Stop to think about
what you did
and if you ever
come near me
then I will surely
knock you down
Track Name: Confessions Of An Alcoholic
Verse 1:
I've had a love for sipping and a need for bud
dopamine dream make me fiend for drugs
the marathon motions of chasing the rush
had me headed for death by making my brain bust
what the fuck did I expect?
my ship could never sail cause I was wrecked
I felt the liquor helped to divide the stress
Nine times out of ten it ends in a violent mess
and I'm jaded, 4 years of my life now gone
wasted relationships went to shit with every sip
and I erased it, rather than face it
calm and complacent
and I'm sorry to all the women that I probably offended
I couldn't respect you cause I was too damn dependent
on the elixir I quit the quick fixer
and paint 16's so I get the big picture

Chorus:
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
The Handyman can't repair your heart
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Its only you who can bear those scars

Verse 2:
It's been 3 months since the last sip
layed 2 grandfathers within a casket
Pall bearing the weight of 1
Went from 0 to hero
In my family eyes they gained back a son
Wish I did that, wish I hadn't done this
Cause Wishes are a figment of what doesnt exist
but all I wanna do is fix it like a blubbering chick
& wipe away the tears, like good mothering did
But this son a bitch that I became
Feeding The itch with every strain
Liquor to sip for every pain
Better get the gun & blow my brain
Because I can't maintain
I quit drinking due to sick thinking
if sobriety was a chick then my dick shrinking
My whole life I'll be wondering how
So I run train on mics until I'm under the ground

Chorus

Verse 3:
Life is like viewing a thorn and a rose
It hurts when you fuck with it but beautiful as a whole
So come, come children I'll show you the world
and live a little in the middle of a jupiter swirl
I'm gassed up, so many drinks I've passed up
Hopefully within the future I'll leave my last drunk
to the past and not wake up and ask what
happened to my ass? and explain the actions
Damn it took a minute to accept the fact
I posses gift of gab and I'm blessed with rap
Don't need the brown bag to attest to that
So remember the fucking name caused I wrecked the track
Nineteen years of age and looking to get paid
write a verse a day since I put drinks away
thick with knowledge, so put a little in your pocket
these simple confessions of an alcoholic
Track Name: Confessions Of An Alcoholic (Remix) [Bonus Track]
Verse 1:
I've had a love for sipping and a need for bud
dopamine dream make me fiend for drugs
the marathon motions of chasing the rush
had me headed for death by making my brain bust
what the fuck did I expect?
my ship could never sail cause I was wrecked
I felt the liquor helped to divide the stress
Nine times out of ten it ends in a violent mess
and I'm jaded, 4 years of my life now gone
wasted relationships went to shit with every sip
and I erased it, rather than face it
calm and complacent
and I'm sorry to all the women that I probably offended
I couldn't respect you cause I was too damn dependent
on the elixir I quit the quick fixer
and paint 16's so I get the big picture

Chorus:
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
The Handyman can't repair your heart
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Its only you who can bear those scars

Verse 2:
It's been 3 months since the last sip
layed 2 grandfathers within a casket
Pall bearing the weight of 1
Went from 0 to hero
In my family eyes they gained back a son
Wish I did that, wish I hadn't done this
Cause Wishes are a figment of what doesnt exist
but all I wanna do is fix it like a blubbering chick
& wipe away the tears, like good mothering did
But this son a bitch that I became
Feeding The itch with every strain
Liquor to sip for every pain
Better get the gun & blow my brain
Because I can't maintain
I quit drinking due to sick thinking
if sobriety was a chick then my dick shrinking
My whole life I'll be wondering how
So I run train on mics until I'm under the ground

Chorus

Verse 3:
Life is like viewing a thorn and a rose
It hurts when you fuck with it but beautiful as a whole
So come, come children I'll show you the world
and live a little in the middle of a jupiter swirl
I'm gassed up, so many drinks I've passed up
Hopefully within the future I'll leave my last drunk
to the past and not wake up and ask what
happened to my ass? and explain the actions
Damn it took a minute to accept the fact
I posses gift of gab and I'm blessed with rap
Don't need the brown bag to attest to that
So remember the fucking name caused I wrecked the track
Nineteen years of age and looking to get paid
write a verse a day since I put drinks away
thick with knowledge, so put a little in your pocket
these simple confessions of an alcoholic