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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Open Mike Eagle
Open Mike Eagle
Performer
Michael Eagle
Michael Eagle
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Eagle
Michael Eagle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I know
Apologies that's indiscrete
Just because
I know God
Thats my homegirl up the street
What you need
Show my hand
I understand what I should keep
It's contraband, yeah, yeah
Contraband
[Chorus]
Got that good shit
Yeah, I know
Apologies that's indiscrete
Here's the call
I know God
Thats' my homegirl up the street
What you need
Show my hand
I understand what I should keep
It's contraband, yeah, yeah
It's contraband
[Verse 1]
We unseen
Ain't no fistfight
What I look like
He's a dream
Vis-à-vis
Those that I stood by
I had a good cry
Please to meet
I seen God though
Up the block though
First grade teacher Mrs Godbold
Show me things that I do not know
On the bus, Southside Chicago
Spell tradition
Science fiction
Spelling bee took me to districts, yeah
Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic
We can see
Ain't no fistfight
What I look like seems to be
Vis-à-vis
Those that I stood by
I had a good cry
Sweet relief
[Chorus]
Got that good shit
Yeah, I know
Apologies that's indescrete
Here's the call
I know God
That's my homegirl up the street
[Bridge]
What you got there? Let me see
What you got there? Let me see
What you got there? Let me see
What you got there?
[Verse 2]
I still like Simon Petrikov
'Cause, like him, my mind is sectioned off
It's a one-size-fits philosophy
For each of the splintered parts of me
Chest is wrinkled up
Flesh is crinkle cut
Secret questions, yes
Messing people up
Safehouse is filled with captured flags
Chopped my old self up to acid jazz
Know what we have and haven't had
Bought myself back in plastic bags
Let's call it contraband
Waitin' to return to the land like Rocket Man
Fuel cells burn, ain't no oxygen
Saw my eyes
They said not again, yeah
They said not again, yeah
They said not again
Written by: Michael Eagle

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