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This song isn’t exactly new, but I’m sure a lot of people haven’t heard it yet. It’s called “Rebel To America” by Mikkey Halsted. It’s produced by No I.D., and is one of many dope songs Mikkey has dropped. He’s from the Chi, and since I miss my peoples right now, I’ve been listenin to a lot of Chicago’s finest lately. He’s a new, but familiar voice, exactly how I would expect a rapper from Chicago to sound. Rough, yet not blindly aggressive. Intelligent, yet not afraid to get ignorant. It’s something that I’m sure people everywhere exhibit, but Chicago has it’s own style and way of putting things. And Mikkey takes me back to Madison, Kedzie, and Halsted.

I‘m a rebel to america/house niggas nightmare/Malcolm without the suit/white tee, nike airs/the new Huey P, Nat Turner re-incarnated/I’m every paper chasin player in the parks favorite/I got verses many call sacred/from where the heat is necessary, you do not wanna get caught naked/you know me the who, thing on the front seat/eat a house nigga like lunch meat, ain’t nothin sweet/Im so sick wit it, so thick with it, except im never out of the pocket im so quick wit it/yes, mikkey’s back, start panicking, you choose the dark side like anikin, I’m skywalker/I make the labels up their prior offers/The ladies love us, jeesh, you gotta call security to pry em off us/I got No ID, I brought the legend with me/My gift is God given G, I brought the present with me/Lotta my homies gone, I still feel their presence with me/Everytime I’m in the booth I tell their story eloquently/I dumb it down, still some of yall will never get me/Real niggas instantly relate all the rest will fear me/hear me, cause Im a rebel to america, police murda, causin hysteria

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