Stars, Stripes & Sabbath

“They lied to you, man…

They lied about the moon…

They lied about the war…

But they can’t lie about Mike.”

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He got paint on his hands, got truth in his veins

Mike mixin’ red, white, blue with them Sabbath flames

Speakin’ louder than a flag in a hurricane

Don’t believe the moonwalk, but he’ll walk through pain

Brushstrokes like bullets, art like a weapon

Knows a little ’bout a lot, got you second guessin’

From chemtrails to fake news, he’s always stressin’

But loyal as hell, and that’s a rare blessin’

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🎵 Stars and stripes in his soul, can’t break him, nah never fold

🎵 Lord of this world on repeat, with the paint and the heat he’s bold

🎵 Mike the myth, Mike the man, got the truth in his brush and the world in his hand

🎵 They don’t know, they don’t see—he’s the last of the real, that’s who he be

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Patriot mind with a rebel mouth,

Mike’ll argue you straight from the North to South

Tinfoil crown on a king that’s woke,

With a laugh like thunder and a voice that spoke

Alex Jones in his AirPods blastin’,

Sabbath riffs in his brain everlastin’

He’ll paint a flag on a freeway wall

Then question every damn thing you ever saw

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“This ain’t just a man—it’s a movement.

This is the sound of freedom covered in paint and grit.

This is Mike.”

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🎵 Stars and stripes in his soul, can’t break him, nah never fold

🎵 Lord of this world on repeat, with the paint and the heat he’s bold

🎵 Mike the myth, Mike the man, got the truth in his brush and the world in his hand

🎵 They don’t know, they don’t see—he’s the last of the real, that’s who he be

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“Still don’t believe we went to the moon…

But Mike’s out here painting stars every damn day.”