1. MIKE (born Michael Jo… Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists using this name:
1. MIKE (born Michael Jordan Bonema on October 13th, 1998) is a rapper originally from New Jersey but currently based out of New York City. He usually drops his projects on either of the solstices (June 21st or December 21st) each year.
2. MIKE is a punk rock band from Stockholm, Sweden.
MIKE started in January 2006 by Joel, Fredrik, Viktor and Jesper. The four guys from the southern part of Stockholm/Sweden had all played in different bands for years. Back in 1996 Viktor started a band called No Division with a friend. Jesper joined the band in 2000 (then called Pronoid), where they both played for five years. Joel played in the band Dechas, who released an EP on DayGlo Records in 2000 and an album on Shutdown Records in Australia in 2002. Fredrik had been playing in the band In Memory Of Me and in different bands before that. Jesper and Joel played together from time to time for a while and they both love punk rock, and when Jesper quit Pronoid they started talking about playing punk together. They talked to their old friends Viktor and Fredrik and started jamming some of Jespers songs and the result is what today is known as the band MIKE. After about a year our good friend Fredrik decided to quit the band to play with a reggae band from Uppsala. We then tried out two drummers but decided to pick one of Joel's old friends, Totte. He'd earlier been the drummer in bands like Milk bar, Devoured, Songea and Simpleton. Experience and routine was a fact. He'd actually only been in the band for about a week when he performed his first show with MIKE, and a week after that we went into the studio to record a couple of songs.
3. "mike" is an electro artist from Utrecht, Holland.
He has released one full album so far called "GALAXY" which was released in 2009, followed by the release of the SCARS single in 2010. mike then began to prepare a new album but that didn't go too well since school and a lot of personal and private issues came into the way. The album will soon be finished, sources say.
4. Mike is an Indonesian Idol season 2 Winner.
5. Mike is a greek pop-dance singer, known for his collaboration with the popular band REC with the song "Ase me na s'agapo"/"Say you love me tonight". Hi debut single is called "Love me like you say".
Scarred Lungs Vol. 1 & 2
Mike Lyrics
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Somebody playing with my mom
I hope it's not God
Somebody laying in demise
I hope it's not ours
How I'm staying in the grind
And got my pops sour
Gotta state it every time you try to pop off
I got it locked off
Staring at the clocktower
Wonder what my moms on
I got power, and I got a harsh tongue
All of me is not coward
If you tryna start some
That's how my heart thump
On stage, I'm praying that these bars count
For a large buck, wasn't chasing stardom
Starstruck, I disregard love
That's why my guard's up
Dark year followed by a hard month
What a far lunge, scarred lungs
Sitting with my head in my hands, hold it in
Missing, I can spread it to gang
Ghost as shit tripping, why my eyes always
Damp? Roll a spliff
You shitting me, we right to the bank
In the kitchen, I be writing my thanks
Then, to abyss
Tell me that this life isn't damned i resist
Feeling like I died but the
Sand ain't hit the pit
Probably you should ride with your mans
I hit the crib
It's time you start revising your plan
You like a jit
I know it that my mind in a web
Do I exist, how I get behind every step?
Then I slip, smother up my line with regrets
'Bout to quit
My mother tongue hide in the stress
I couldn't spit
Another lung fried in the sess lost your kid
The rest of the world
Break apart in slow motion
In the first paragraph, the lyrics touch upon themes of vulnerability and uncertainty. The first line refers to the feeling of being robbed, which could be interpreted metaphorically as feeling violated or taken advantage of. The following lines mention someone playing with the singer's mother, expressing concern and hoping that it is not a divine entity like God. The mention of someone laying in demise raises the stakes, hoping that it does not involve the singer or their loved ones. The singer reflects on their dedication to hard work and the impact it has on their relationship with their father, who may not approve. The lyrics convey a sense of resilience, stating that regardless of any obstacles or attempts to undermine the singer, they remain firm in their position and have the power to overcome challenges.
Moving onto the second paragraph, the lyrics delve into the singer's personal struggles and emotional state. They describe sitting with their head in their hands, possibly overwhelmed or distressed. The use of the phrase "missing, I can spread it to gang" suggests that the singer is confronting feelings of detachment or isolation within their social circle. The mention of tripping and damp eyes indicates a state of emotional turmoil. However, they find solace in writing, using the imagery of being in the kitchen and writing their thanks as a metaphor for expressing gratitude and seeking solace. The lyrics also touch upon feeling trapped or damned in their own life, questioning their existence and highlighting feelings of regret and self-doubt. The references to slipping, hiding, and losing one's identity add to the overall sense of internal struggle and confusion.
The third paragraph addresses the singer's relationships with others and the need for revision and reevaluation. The lyrics mention hitting the crib, which could mean returning home or seeking refuge. The singer encourages the listener to revise their plans, implying that they have made misguided choices or followed a flawed path. They compare the listener to someone young or inexperienced (jit), suggesting that they may lack proper judgment. The lyrics also explore the singer's state of mind, describing their thoughts as a web, questioning their own existence, and feeling overwhelmed by the steps they take in life. The reference to hiding in stress and not being able to express themselves fully adds to the overall theme of internal struggles and emotional repression.
The final sentence, "The rest of the world breaks apart in slow motion," creates a contrasting image between the singer's personal struggles and the larger world. It implies that while the singer feels trapped and consumed by their own issues, they are aware that the world around them is also facing challenges and hardships. This line could reflect a sense of empathy or an acknowledgment that individual struggles are not isolated but interconnected with the broader human experience. It suggests that the singer's personal struggles are just a part of the larger narrative of life, where everyone grapples with their own demons.
Line by Line Meaning
The feeling when you got robbed
The overwhelming emotion that arises when someone takes something valuable from you
Somebody playing with my mom
Someone toying with my mother's feelings or causing her distress
I hope it's not God
I pray that the source of this suffering is not a higher power
Somebody laying in demise
Another individual experiencing a tragic downfall
I hope it's not ours
I hope it's not our own downfall or misfortune
How I'm staying in the grind
The way I persistently work hard and persevere
And got my pops sour
Causing my father to feel bitter or resentful
Gotta state it every time you try to pop off
I have to express my position and assert myself whenever you attempt to act aggressively
It's not a hot hour, bruh
This is not the right moment or time for you to engage in confrontation, my friend
I got it locked off
I have it under control and secured
Staring at the clocktower
Gazing at the clock, contemplating the passing of time
Wonder what my moms on
Curious about my mother's current state of mind or situation
I got power, and I got a harsh tongue
I possess influence or authority, as well as a tendency to speak critically or sharply
All of me is not coward
Not every aspect of my being is fearful or lacking bravery
If you tryna start some
If you're attempting to instigate or provoke a conflict
That's how my heart thump
That's the feeling of my heart beating heavily or anxiously
On stage, I'm praying that these bars count
While performing on stage, I'm hoping that my lyrics and performance have significance and impact
For a large buck, wasn't chasing stardom
I wasn't pursuing fame or celebrity for the sole purpose of monetary gain
Starstruck, I disregard love
Being mesmerized or infatuated with famous individuals, leading me to neglect genuine love or affection
That's why my guard's up
That's the reason I remain guarded or cautious in my interactions
Dark year followed by a hard month
A period of sadness and difficulty followed by another intense and challenging time
What a far lunge, scarred lungs
A significant distance traveled, resulting in damaged or wounded lungs
Sitting with my head in my hands, hold it in
Being in a state of deep contemplation or despair, suppressing my emotions
Missing, I can spread it to gang
Feeling a sense of absence or loss, which I can transmit to those I'm close to
Ghost as shit tripping, why my eyes always
Feeling disconnected from reality, questioning why my eyes are frequently
Damp? Roll a spliff
Moist with tears? I'll roll a joint to alleviate the pain
You shitting me, we right to the bank
Are you kidding? We're heading straight to success or financial prosperity
In the kitchen, I be writing my thanks
In solitude, I express gratitude through writing
Then, to abyss
Then, towards an empty or bottomless void
Tell me that this life isn't damned i resist
Assure me that this existence is not cursed, as I continue to resist
Feeling like I died but the
Experiencing a sense of death, but the
Sand ain't hit the pit
Sand hasn't filled the grave
Probably you should ride with your mans
Perhaps you should join your friends in their endeavors
I hit the crib
I returned home
It's time you start revising your plan
It's time for you to reevaluate and modify your strategy
You like a jit
You behave like an inexperienced or naive person
I know it that my mind in a web
I'm aware that my thoughts are tangled or entangled
Do I exist, how I get behind every step?
Do I truly exist? How do I find myself involved in every situation?
Then I slip, smother up my line with regrets
Then, I make a mistake, overwhelming my thoughts with regrets
'Bout to quit
On the verge of giving up
My mother tongue hide in the stress
My native language conceals itself within the pressure or strain
I couldn't spit
I couldn't express myself or articulate my words
Another lung fried in the sess lost your kid
Another lung damaged from smoking marijuana, lost your child
The rest of the world
Everything else in the world
Break apart in slow motion
Disintegrate gradually and in a deliberate manner
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