Mic Ange7o (formally Mic Angelo the Grand MC) Chicagos Authentic Voice of Resilience & Realness Hailing from the streets of Humboldt Park, Chicago, Mic Ange
Mic Ange7o (formally Mic Angelo the Grand MC)
Chicagos Authentic Voice of Resilience & Realness
Hailing from the streets of Humboldt Park, Chicago, Mic Ange7o is a gritty, unfiltered voice in underground hip-hop. With a career spanning over a decade, his music is a raw reflection of his tumultuous lifean unfiltered narrative of street struggles, personal battles, mental health, love, loss, and societal injustice.
Born August 16, 1986, Mic Ange7os journey is marked by tragedy and resilience. Losing his father at age 5 to violence, navigating family trauma, gang conflicts, and personal demons, hes faced the depths of darkness. Despite these hardships, his passion for storytelling through poetry and music became his salvation.
Starting in the early 2000s, Mic Ange7o began crafting his voice. His early mixtapesBlessed & Cursed Volumes 1 & 2, Eat or Die Starvin with Dickumz Da Ox, Hatin Soul and Dead Seriousalong with his underground battles cemented his reputation as a fierce lyricist and storyteller. His contributions to BG The Profits Creed of Assassins mixtape in 2009, alongside heavyweights like Rick Ross, marked his rise in the local and online scenes.
His debut project, The Art of Mic, funded by M4H Records, faced setbacks due to label disputes but was finally released only as a physical copy in 2012. In 2021, it was released as The Art of Mic Vol. 1.2, a digital version adding new tracks to reconnect with fans old and new. Throughout his journey, Mic Ange7o has navigated the pitfalls of street life, addiction, mental health battles, and personal lossexperiences that fuel his uncompromising lyricism.
As the founder of Indi Genius Media LLC, hes also a mentor and activist, speaking out on issues like fathers rights, mental health awareness, and 2nd amendment advocacy. His music isnt just about strugglesits about overcoming, resilience, and reclaiming power.
Currently, Mic Ange7o is working on his most anticipated album yet, featuring collaborations with major artists, as he continues to stay true to his roots and push boundaries. His story is a testament to survival, authenticity, and the unbreakable spirit of a survivor.
Lyrics
I'm AMT up, these bloodsuckaz be campin homie they vamped up, run up on me all lit now that mfka jus lamped up, left in a ditch all stiff like a limb or a menstruating bitch cramped up, a nigga been tatted since I was a kid, a male man been stamped up,
aint too many rappers out rappin this nigga, I snap all (snaple) these rappers, they big cappin nigga, they say that theyre shooters, but dont pull no trigger, cow manuer they some bullshitters, people jus be so damn bitter, mad cuz they lackin in vigor, bitch my flow colder than winter, Michael was born to be winner, while u at home browsin on tinder, I'm in the range testing out a new kimber,bitch i got the nstincts of a killer like Cinder, I was fkd up steady drinkin that liquor, from Anonymous to Grim to Mic to grimmer, now when u see me u think u seen a glimmer, if u hated on me now u reconsider, momma never raised me to be a quitter, but she told me that I'd always be a nigger, word to my past, cheers to me learning to try to move pass,these nightmares no longer be hauntin my ass, instead I be hunting for cash, fast, foot on the gas, always ahead of the class,yup, cuz i was yung burnin the grass up, back to the future im AMT up, yall niggas better call back up, the Sleeping giant woke his ass up, Fe Fi Fo Fum, I be eatin rappers for fun, so someone better tell em back up, like a military surplus I cache(cash) up, u garbage man I pick the trash up, Ahead of my Time, Amt Up
Ahead of my time, its like I was born in my prime, been thru the grit n the grime
Mastermind, how i put together these Rhymes, its like im ahead of my time,
they aint really wanna believe
when I told em everything I would achieve
called me naive, now they all grieve, followed my dreams, till I conceived, things that they couldn't perceive
Mic a time traveler, the most spectacular, person up under the atmosphere, tell all of my challengers, of any caliber, there days r numbered like calenders, I might be cavalier, bringing a cannon here, now u in need of a catheter, up in this avatar, puffin on lavender, schooling the foolish n amateurs, miss me with the bull im el matador, M'Pyreal modern day Man Of War, Keepin the way I'm from Mandalore, u rappers all trash im the janitor, Urban Taino ambassador, bitch imma pitt u a labrador, Imperial stand with elaborate form, like I was made in a laborator, E for endangered, I fly like a strange bird, without a flock and yo ass still in danger, stoned like a ranger, Michael a microphone Major, dividin my opps till aint no remainders, no entertainer, u can compare me to one of ur Saviors, but I aint handing out 1 more favor, so yall can get used to all of ur failures...
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