Super Predator

by Mykele Deville

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released May 14, 2016

Produced by Mykele Deville & Alex Palma
Engineered by Alex Palma
Recorded at Palma Studios at The Dojo


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Mykele Deville Chicago, Illinois

+Poet Rapper+
+Chicago +

I was born.
A pebble.
A pestilence.
The sickness
in the rock,
it formed
a skeleton.
Crystalized thoughts,
with melanin.
The sands
in the clock,
They tick
and they tock,
ya dig?
... more


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Track Name: Go Away (Featuring Jolene Whatevr, Tamarie Tee)


Mama cooking dinner on an earth day.
Sister in the kitchen looking thirsty
Brother with a lover tryna run and hide.
Focused on the voices that I here inside.
the gloom,
the lightning,
the doom,
I cant tell time when my minds consumed.
I am not me when my fear balloons.
I am not myself.
I am some self else.
And I never realize when I come to,
depression dripping in through the sunroof.
Confessions from your kin that'll hunt you.
Messages from friends that don't love you, love you.
Perception tends to bend in a bubble,
so who you reaching to when the truth gets in trouble,
i minimize the view so I can see the whole puzzle,
I never was confused that I'm uglier than you,
yeah that's ugly but it's true.
Dismissed to my room on the regular.
Black sheep missing social beats so they scared of ya.
Pisces with the tendencies of hysteria,
Blame society for anxiety,
Then my momma speaks:

Did you realize your best investment is yourself?
Don't you realize you just need a little help?
Can't ya see that your blackening your mental health?
Burning all your inner wealth,
turning to nobody else.

(Verse cont.)

That hit me hard like a brick sack.
Easily she makes a fiction fact,
before I feel attacked.
Then back to the blackboard of my souls,
wash it clear noticing the fear hoping she can make it:


Hey, hey.
Make it Go.
Hey, hey.


Papa in the kitchen on my birthday.
Uncle talking loud with that wordplay.
Cousin with a bottle on the underside.
Lost all my thoughts but at least I tried.
the gloom,
the lightning,
the doom,
I can't tell time when my minds consumed.
I am not me when my fear balloons.
I am not myself I'm so when my fear balloons,
I am not myself I am some self else.
And I never feel the shine when it comes through.
The essence in my mind starts to mildew.
The pressure of the times in my rearview.
Depression takes a while but it feels you, feels you.
Acceptance always hides behind a double
so who you reaching to when your lies become a puddle.
I bend the silver spoon when my mind begins to muddle.
He never left a bruise and now I understand abuse
Yeah thats ugly but it's truth.
Climbed up to the roof on the regular
flighty with the psyche so they're scared of ya
crises in your light-beam from hysteria
blame society for anxietyThen my momma speaks:

Did you realize your best investment is yourself?
Don't you realize you just need a little help?
Can't ya see that your blackening your mental health?
Burning all your inner wealth,
turning to nobody else.

(Verse cont.)

That hit me hard like a brick sack.
Easily she makes a fiction fact,
before I feel attacked.
Then back to the blackboard of my souls,
wash it clear noticing the fear hoping she can make it:

Track Name: May I Exist? (Featuring King Halie) Produced by Alex Palma
Self destruction, were headed for self destruction.
Self destruction, the only path left unless we decide to:


Wake up! Wake up!
Life's on the move.
It's never gonna wait for you to shake the blues.
You hesitate you lose
Never choose to be immobile.
I feel like I 'm working with half and not the total.
Cause these dreams, dreams,
are splatting on my forehead.
And seem to take the shape of leaders lost to blood shed.
What does it cost to trade places with your idol?
And could you take the weight without becoming suicidal?
It's just a title,
keeping us all bitter rivals
in this rats nest of competition,
capitalism twisted.
Am i witness or have I become complicit in this,
perpetuation of a blood pact,
an ancient fiction.
So whats a brother to do
without a choice to pursue?
Gather my strength from a few,
History wants to pursue,
And take the first step to fixing what was broke,
its a joke if you think you're woke
without attempting to provoke:


Nobody else.
Attack the ego, put it on the shelf.
You gotta understand the freedom of worth
and get that TRUE liberation.
Make moves and stop waiting,
no faking.
It's self defense.
Against the tyrants in our midst.
They want us limp.
Don't need permission to resist,
I'll take the hit,
Simply for raising up my fist,
May I exist?
May I exist?
Without protection, ohh..
Without your bullshit perceptions, ohh..
Not tryna be your reflection, ohh..
Just want to carve new directions, and go
and go,
and go.

(Halie's Verse)


Track Name: Where Did We Go Wrong? (Featuring Trig) Produced by Ben Moroney

M: Yo Trig, Why don't I feel like I don't belong?
T: And when we fuck up we always sing the same old song?
M: And if the system is against us How can I move along?
T: Where did we go wrong?
M: Yeah, where did we go wrong?

From the Micro,
To the Macro,
to the homie at the show selling that sack, where you at though?
Stress is building for the building lady
the old heads on the block stuntin' like its the 80's
it's crazy.


Nowadays the universe is inconceivable
bad fads fill the wispy waves of life
and human strife be in abundance
stomachs rumbling hunger
twitchy fingers grow number
seem to warn us, drag us all asunder
why do we wonder,
molecular blunders: commonplace
you fall asleep
we take that precious sweet from off your plate
good luck is never timely
if you late then get behind me
think we waiting for a sign, see
but the truth is often blinding, binding
breaking alignment to worship a hypochondriac
watching each other even cameras in the laundry mat
sensible is debatable
living that lie from on high
now that's relatable
money and dominance pervading in our consciousness
attracted to the pillars of mirrors reflecting narcissists
I think we've come to far to split this nation with a Marxist twist
Socialist motions, healing potions killing nonsense.

I just want to share bro,
FUCK possession bro
FUCK ownership,
we gotta heal TOGETHER.


From the Micro,
To the Macro
To the homie homie at the show selling that sack where you at tho?
Survival's getting a little hazy,
overshadowed by the battle to remain lazy.
It's crazy.


From the Micro,
To the Micro,
To the homie at the show selling that sack where you at though?
Brother's lost screaming somebody save me.
Fathers locked up
Who's gonna raise Brenda's baby?
Its crazy.

(Trig's Verse)

I guess I lost it a long time ago,
I was young and dumb,
slinging rocks and selling the blow,
twisting fingers with my homies, you already know.
Stealing cars, cracking cards gotta get this dough,
reap what you sow.
Now I'm sitting behind bars,
looking at the stars,
wishing I can teleport to Mars,
cause I can't fucking stand where we are.
And I ain't even talking bout this damn prison,
talking bout this damn state of mind that we all live in.
That shit's tempting.
What am I supposed to do?
I was brok and hungry
and I had a .22
and the videos I watched mad it look fun too.
And my daddy ain't around
so motherfuck it dude,
it's cool.
So I ran up.
Shawty put his hands up.
Told him to run everything,
on the mans's bruh,
I'm tryna get my bands up,
you gotta feel me.
He said whatever lil' nigga please don't fucking kill me!
I got a family and this whole thing is fucking silly.
We both black and we all sing the same old song.
Oh there go them sirens.
Where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?

Track Name: Nature's Nothing
my head is open to waves of raindrops

a breeze blows through the blades of grass

like heavens sunday

and I lay in the green

as an infant with no troubles

repeating myself.

I smell the water approaching

its such a human thing

to recognize your parents

and I am unwanted

in a beautiful way.

Light smiles on me too much

outside in the open air.

I wont acknowledge.

dripping from the tip of the stone

dropping from the top of the sky

is the liquid that made me




splatting on my newborn forehead

running into the edges of my ears

and back into the soil of this rock.

the crickets grow lowder

God opens a beer and listens

in his recliner chair

as i lay face down in the mud

as his aborted feeling

just a result after the birth

and I am just as beautiful as him.

sands swirl

and offer options of illusions

and I take one,

my favorite one,

and grow up.

Thats the only way out.

And believe me,

I want out.
Track Name: Mess-Eye-Uh (Whistles & Production by Jeff Austin)

Winging it.
Existence is pretty meaningless,
without a secondary script sunk into the holster of your hip.
I find no pleasure in false treasure,
I gave a dollar to my one follower,
and missed the last bus.
Im slinging spit while looking up,
and feeling them bones tense beneath my knuckles.
My spirit buckles,
but never falters.
I wane and dip beneath the alter,
to gain that tertiary sight,
Let's see what I'm about
and if the LOVE remains devout
then I continue on my route
sowing them seeds in all the mouths of strangers.
Potential dangers shift colors in the brains of lovers.
Instead red becomes magenta,
a hint of,
baby blue,
I know its,
turning my cypher on it's side to get that message through.
Maybe you're underestimating my investment to you,
or unaware that when I say you I really mean me,


Human destiny.
Can't you see,
Can't you see,
that I'm down on my knees.
Begging you to help, yelling please.
Humbling myself for your energy.
Are you even there? Can you hear me?
Am I talking to the self
Or the entropy?


It's funny.
I never thought to go for money.
This land is crowded enough as it is,
Without another shiester draining life from an open wound.
I wanna provide
But all I do is consume.
I walk for many moons,
Tracing faith within my molecules.
Bragadocious in the face of science,
My compliance makes me complicit,
In all this evil shit you did
But I guess I missed it.
Never listen to the unworthy,
That's what you sold me, told me.
Repeating lies just to keep my feet from stopping.
Lowly option turned a prophet,
Built a palace off a coffin,
In the light,
Of the dark,
Feel the spark,
On your skin,
Must've been,
My only warning.
I feel a yearning as I taste the tips of bushes burning.
I can't discern if I'm just useless,
Clinging to excuses.
But whatever.
I trust you're really clever.
And when I say you I really mean me.



Waving your life like a septor,
Remember me from when we used to scheme on the block,
Pitching dreams to the flock,
Telling scenes from that stock story.
The taste of glory,
Was never that far,
From our lips.
Equipped with that pretentious of youth,
Attracted so many,
While slowly curling twirling the truth.
We bulletproof
or at last we thought we was
and then we got distracted by them lightning bugs,
them flashes from the cameras.
I think I lost my stamina just tryna keep up,
as you continued sipping glory,
steady filling your cup.
never enough we grew the great divide
and said we'd split up all our stories in the afterlife,
and now I guess that moments here and I can't decide,
if you were ever really her or was it always me....
ever really here or were you always me.

Track Name: Revolt (Featuring Jovan Landry) Produced by King Halie
(Intro Poem)

I was gonna last in the end (end)
I was gonna last the 10 years (years)
I was gonna last the 50 years (years)
Can we listen to this later on and say its still relevant?
It always brings tears to my eyes cause Im sick of all of it
And Im sick of all the good ones dying
Im sick of all the good ones dying from trying
Pick up the torch
Make it to the finish
So we can always stay winning....


No more excuses for these institutions,
too rigged to fail,
making billions off my persecution,
they're building jails and the churches and the liquor stores
on a grand scale,
can't even tell me what I'm guilty for anymore,
Uneven shots rang into another young frame,
a coverup,
got too caught up in a rappers chain swang.
Distractions to keep me inactive and lost in abstractions,
while the other faction learns to take the knife to my throat,
a killer toying with his human coat,
will i survive or even thrive,
is there a flicker of hope,
when in captivity?
My best guess would have to be, Yes!
so my proclivity to panic, Imma have to address.
so i can stand with the ones who ain't afraid to express,
that it's the system not the symptom,
refuse to take another victim!
Nothing changes when you waitin' on time.
The only change that really matters takes place in the mind, homie.


*The first change, it takes place in the mind.*
*The first change, it takes place in the mind.*
Frist, change.
First Change.
First change.
*The first change, it takes place in the mind.*
*The first change, it takes place in the mind.*First, change.
First Change.
First change.

You know what you got to do!/
You must start a revolution!/
You know what you got to do!/
It’s time to start a revolution!/

(Jovan Verse)

We’re here to start a revolution, you thinking it’s convoluted/
Fight against the constitution, get on board and stop polluting/
I’m influenced by the nuisance, my words in which I am fluent/
And I believe that if you know the language, you should use it./
Articulate is what they say ‘bout me, fuck those that doubt me/
Who will you be without me, I have good vibes that surrounds me/
You know that I’m just, just tryna make a difference in the world/
With my little talents: For the brown girls./
The first-thing-takes place in your mind/
When you think about it first, it will manifest in your life/
All you gotta do is try, and keep your head to the sky/
One of the many things that I learned from the late Left Eye/
If I ever start a war, it would be forcing unity/
In our communities, removing all the stupidity/
If you’re an artist, artistry comes with responsibility/
Use with all your might, your insight, and your agility/




Don't need no cautionary tale
from a young black male,
just peep the lesson.
America's the crook,
let's try to force a confession.
Apathy is key,
in this game of possession.
They're hacking at my knees
to try to halt this progression.
Viewer discretion advised,
in this relapse of time.
Static signals fucking with your mind,
and the tape on rewind
to keep the best of us blind.
Check the last date,
the crime rate ain't declined, homie.
It's all phony,
they want to think that we're from the bottom.
Even erase our principles so we're not sure we got em.
Doing damage with that heavy artillery.
You fight a beast you bound to lose some civility.
So let me learn ya.
Use you're mind as a burner.
Realize the lies and utilize your own eyes, hey.
Don't be a slave to those fuckin' dead prez.
Fuck Rahm & Anita Alvz,
we gotta get them out,
and re-route all their serpentine agendas.
To keep the woke ones, like you and I splinterd.
Lets not pretend to,
pat a pup on the head
but its a wolf
with it's teeth blaring,
hungrily staring at your dignity.
You're not my enemy
maybe my brotha or my sista,
you might be kin to me,
I rather hug you like I missed ya.

I rather hug you like I missed ya.

But first:



Track Name: I Don't Know (Featuring Counterfeit Madison) Produced by Dan Wilcop
Counterfeit Madison:

what a funny thing to sing, because in all reality
only a fool would fall for me

oh, i don't know
oh, i don't know


Got me dissecting what I'm worth. I breathe for your acceptance though confession think I'm lesser than the treasure you deserve. And yes I got the nerve to know that ain't attractive may be backwards to getting to the center of your earth.

So I try to keep steady form
Know I'm already torn
just lost in my inner storm
And whether
you notice fading light just like a feather
I drop from view when you come through because you tend to make the raindrops a little wetter
Or should I say tears?
Combatting all of these fears
in private moments did you notice?
were you hoping Id be open?
My mouth won't let me do it
Sipping that silent fluid
Lips as tight as nooses
In my grayish blueness
Slight confusions
them potholes from the past
Seem to stop me in my tracks
Don't want a brother to advance
Building my castle with these shaky hands
On quaking sands
I fight with last luck
My sense of permanence is fucked
And yet you manage still to find me
Spark a good that's left inside me
Start to comprehend alignment
Got me working on refinement
Then again my brains reminded
My unstable situations
Can you take it?
Was I faking?
I don't know
Truly I don't know


I beat the odds and still I said sabatoge.

I play the game and in the end it's all the same.

I recognize that we connect in past lives.

I doubt sometimes but maybe now you're my sign.

I don't know (×24)

Combing the wreckage for pedastals
Found the best one instead of you
Know that's trechourous so do you
Cause you're not asking me to do that
Simple lapse when I'm infatuated
Basking on your fascination
Sniffing around for your adoration
Ugly habit that I'm changing
Or at least I'm trying to no triumph
My love is David your Goliath
Look at me without a stone
Roaming home all alone with
this doubt upon my dome
I feel defeated
Almost depleted
So of course my ass retreated
Take the easy way out
And from your life I'll be deleted
That's conceited
Yeah I know
That's self involved
A pity show
Don't need protection
Loves a weapon
I get lost
In self deception
til I'm wrought
In misconceptions
Yes that costs
me my direction
But you manage still to find me
Spark a hope that's left inside me
Start to comprehend alignment
Got me working on refinement
Then again my brains reminded
All unstable situations
Can you take it?
Was I faking?
I don't know
I don't know


I don't know (×24)

Counterfeit Madison:

but I must reiterate that i cannot fall asleep
and i'm stuck with counting sheep, thinking about you
Track Name: I Can't Sleep @ Night (Featuring Sāsha Tëko, Dina Saur, Joey Eichler)

and I forgot my name time twice today.
It's silly.
I think city's in the ceiling.
Spent my night trying to spot the place.
The hours oscillate.
I want to sleep,
but what if they over populate.
The floorboards creak and I could sell my soul for cereal,
no feeling in the toes
as cold as old concrete.
Eyes deepened with them dark rangs.
The shadow sprout fangs.
The ghosts grow louder,
The ghosts grow louder.
There's not a parachute for downward spirals,
worshipping dizzy idols.
Hope they exist between this mist and the melatonin.
Zoning in my waking coma,
praying that I'm no longer,
hearing them cries that become lullabies,
but the sirens alert the silence
the food rots in a bowl on the table,
today I'm just not able,
to give out any confidence,
or prominence,
or dominance,
it's bottomless,
my cognizance,
what the fuck is the opposite?



I can't sleep at night (x6)


And the children wear warpaint.
I panic,
and see the daylight in the dirt,
my eyes unbound as the earth,
the static shows me what Im worth,
the television wasn't dead
I watched it sprout arms and legs
and grow a bit into it's bad posture.
It stands a little awkward.
The dog spelled backwards gave shivers for dreams.
The screen flickers from a bloody glove,
to a tranquilizer gun.
Oh, how they want a docile son.
Unprepared and unaware of the looming coffin,
a bogus peace offering
from the body staring back
eyes closed but staring back
and sleeping better than I ever did.
I guess Im envious,
I guess I'm envious.


and the body,
the body's in my eye
the body's in my eye.
and the fingers.
and the fingers.
are at my side,


Track Name: Outta My Mind & Outta Sight (Featuring Madison Shade) Music by Rajiv Halim, Produced by Tony Piazza
(Madison Shade Intro)


Quintessential 90's love,
all dipped in black,
my mother was.
She traced the cracks
without a glove,
then took the smacks
for all of us.
My father fussed,
but made that money.
bowed to lust when
he was hungry.
broke my trust,
to put it bluntly.
anger rusts,
now aint that funny?
aint that ugly?
more like vicious.
time erodes emotions wishes.
memories left in that kitchen.
pruney hands from washing dishes.
salty wetness in my vision.
heartbeat leapt a mile a minute.
should have kept my instincts hidden
but he chose the night to finish the fight.
so questions were forbidden.
no protection for his children.
left a welt on mommy's chin.
I took the belt inside my hand
and ran until I felt the night.
Caress my skin as I took flight.
Upon the wind just like a kite.
Im outta my mind and outta sight.


Escape like thieves into the night.
The moon aint never look this bright.
Erase the pressure from my life.
Take some love, don't wont to fight.
Blasting holes into the mic.
Why is everything so trite?
I'm outta my mind and outta sight.

(repeat x1)

Influential lady-thug,
all dipped in black,
my sister was.
She took the flack
and gained my trust
She her broke her back,
protecting us.
gave me a whack
when I would cuss.
Showed me the magic
in the dust.
taught me respect
and kept it up.
but just my luck,
i fucked it up,
when I got distant.
time would witness my decision
to just split
without a trace,
to cause collision
cause some friction
cant remember
what my mission was
but I regret the whole division,
strangers in an instant,
think I felt to blame for bullshit
lost myself that mentor's wisdom.
playing the victim,
gaming the system.
for attention.
Hope listen,
share some common interest,
take some pity please,
I miss those pretty things
we used to dream
in the heart of the night.
Apologies from lil' brother.
Im outta my mind and outta sight.

(Chorus x2)

Track Name: Harvester (Featuring Jolene Whatevr, Tamarie Tee) Produced by Lunar Day
(Intro Poem)

And then the earth and man were mixed.
One riding the other as they both bore fruit of discovery.
The will of man was bottomless and darkened.
His friend, the earth, seemed bountiful and neverending;
a victim too valuable to remain unmolested.
A certain incarnation of man came swirling from the bowels of itself,
seeking to take claim of the undiscovered and unearned
in order it's likeliness throughout history.
The ghostly skinned. The holy automoton. The Harvester.


Clear my cells for the conquest,
ring the bells for the contest,
empty war chest like a vortex weighing heavy on my soul.
Not about the gold but the legacy.
My fair-skinned pedigree is Destiny,
The peasantry has to be Ebony...

Hungry God in the distance,
hear him in the waves of you listen,
voyaging for days, be a good Christian,
Let us pray, what he say?
"Feed me my son, then wait for the greatness to come.
Skeptics sacrificed by the ton..."

Fertile world for the taking,
gotta get the hands for the making,
let us shake the weak as they're waking,
just crowd em' in down below.
Whip them til'that row with direction,
tell them that their pain is a blessing,
lessons for the beasts...

See a brave one,
get a switch watch me break him,
see the light in his eyes die slowly,
I'm the only, the holy, the chosen
to take you and shape you,
teach you that there's nothing to escape to,

Do you have a real language?
Do you have religion for your anguish?
Do you have a name or purpose?
Are you worthless?
Praying to the dirt like a savage,
history confirms my advantage.
Mavericks they bow at my feet.

They're the crop,
I'm the reaper,
make them be ashamed of their features,
tame them so they understand procedure,
for the centuries to come.
I'm obsessed with the oppressed,
screams in the symphonies of progress,
drown it out with success...

Jolene's Solo:

Folks do not weep, barren tears on fruitful cheeks. Soil caked brown skin with salt still streakin. Tomorrow we're at it again hard hands pullin throned softness. Been in the storm too long. Been in the storm too long. Lord what is mine, can't find mine. Been beat till I bent, but I ain't never stayed down.

(Shared verse)

Why are we rowwing?
Where are we going?
I miss the yellow sun.
Air in my tiny lungs.
Brother where did you go?
Sister don't breathe no mo.
Mother went up to the sky.
Father I saw him die.
Only see family friends
Ridding in unison.
Who is the man at the front?
Ready to kill for the hunt.
Skin as white as snow.
Raising the whip for blows.
Eyes like cancer.
Can't understand my words.
Stop this disaster.
Yessir Massah.
Yessir Massah.
Yessir Massah.

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