… they couldn't handle my vision .. I hoaxed the "suicide" of Yelawolf with my " blood art " along side a manic depressive state of mind from years of alcoholism .. after loosing my BiggieSmallz @shawtyfatt I decided to sober up and rebrand my new music as Michael Wayne Atha MWA (my given name from my beautiful mother Sheila Diane the original gangster .. named after Michael Landon and John Wayne) and shook the fuckin game .. so much so that my own X manager and wanna be father had me apprehended and thrown in the psych ward in SD .. where they tried to break me and feed me drugs for 72 hours against my will .. I lost everything .. and lost 95% of every so called friend and business associates during my stay … and I bounced back so fuckin hard and fast they should give me my own line of Olympic diving boards .. my soul must be spring loaded … I am HipHop's answer to rock and roll .. and Nashville's answer to the debauchery they called pop country rap, did it.currently inspired by the dopeness pouring out of California …
I found it time to rejoin myself on the west coast as the SKATEBOARDER of 28 years, the Visionary, CEO, White Trash High Fashion designer and Creative Director of my Mothers new multi conglomerate company SLUMERICAN … that's right .. I gave her the keys .. Your the illest !!!! God is good .. I'm pushing 300 days sober … and happier than ever … I love you all .. and thank you for your prayers .. they didn't go in vein .. so check this out all you other demonic sons of bitches .. I'll OWN that 51/50 MOTHER FUCKERS !! Cause We both got what we wanted .. you humiliated me infront of my fans family and friends … and I came out the other side as the Alexander McQueen of skateboarding .. and it's PlanB /SkateMafia / 3.6 SLUMAFIA / and with the blessings of Del the funkyhomosapien .. I am NOW with the mighty mighty Hieroglyphics Crew !!! that's HIGH FASHION BITCH … FUCK THATS SEXY !!! footage provided by my Angel for the day .. my brother Insta : @jake3944 Facebook Jacob Moreno .. and my 51/50 blood line will be available soon ✂ #slumerican
A video posted by M.W.A (@michael_wayne_atha) on Dec 21, 2016 at 12:48pm PST A little over a month ago, Yelawolf canceled the remainder of his Trial by Fire tour after a series of mid-concert breakdowns. Shortly afterwards, he also changed his Instagram handle to his government name, Michael Wayne Atha. Now, the “Shadows” performer reveals his new Instagram name will also be his rap moniker going forward. He explains as much in a recently uploaded Instagram post. In the post, MWA says he decided to go the sober route after losing one of his close friends and being forced into a psych ward by his ex-manager. MWA explains that he’s lost “everything” and that he’s maintained his sobriety for 300 days. “In the psych ward in SD…where they tried to break me and feed me drugs for 72 hours against my will…I lost everything…and lost 95 percent of every so called friend and business associates during my stay … and I bounced back so fuckin hard and fast they should give me my own line of Olympic diving boards ..
I am HipHop’s answer to rock and roll…and Nashville’s answer to the debauchery they called pop country rap, did it. currently inspired by the dopeness pouring out of California,” reads the Alabama rapper’s Instagram caption. A bit later in the post, MWA explains that he believes he’s hip-hop’s answer to rock and roll and the “Alexander McQueen of skateboarding.” For reasons that aren’t exactly clear, MWA is in a hospital bed in one of his other recently uploaded Instagram videos. 51/50 – MWA … " get the fuck away from me hoe " …. http://djpaulkom.tv/dj-paul-get-away-ft-yelawolf-jon-connor-video/. @jonconnormusic @djpaulkom #slumerican #slumafia #hieroglyphicscrew #planb .. hours after my incarceration … freedom on the mind .. click the link in the bio for new music .. video by my brother @Ounzezilla ⚡⚡⚡⚡ #slumerican A video posted by M.W.A (@michael_wayne_atha) on Dec 21, 2016 at 2:53pm PST Here Are the 50 Best Hip-Hop Projects of 2016
Subscribe to XXL on I can't seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and Everybody seem to lost their mind It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on theCause internet killed the radio starAnd YouTube, killed the video star Hit the radio, we can make a, make a video Now I'm a star, hit the radio We can make a, make a video, now I'm a star Picture me rollin' Pac, it's funny how time has changed Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Pepper's Give It Away Now we got ten year-olds sittin' back in a chair like "those were the days" And though it seems so amazin' to me that the labels lost the touch And I'm in the AM, flippin' through the A.M. like I lost my crutch Limpin', cause I can't even walk straight if I can't turn it up Sippin', I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
Cause I think we had about enough of radios and lust with the love bugs Well let me give you a big hug a bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs And play some group home or something Shit, the Goodie Mobs Soul Food is bumpin', rewind You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director is mostly deaf And you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the Bible Belt But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine Let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind Let em' roam with the truth sometimes Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art And you didn't even know you had a window till a tornado blew it apart If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls I can sing about money and cars Not that my money is large Let's talk about broke is a joke Let's talk about gettin' evicted, everything owned thrown out on the road
And maybe that there goes gold Shit maybe it’s platinum sold But they don't want to see the green leaves from the pirates gold Oh no, hold up, rewind Pick up the change, pick up the change Ride in a Chevy cause I'm sick of the Range Catfish Billy come pick up the name Come inside, if your sick of the rain Turn the radio off and don't complain It's all a replay, it's all the same Got one drag, on a runaway train On a one way street better pick your lane Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain And we could be that Rolling Stone Mix'em up with Janis Joplin Let 'em harmonize like Bone Or we could just leave it alone Let it take on a life of it's own Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru Tell 'em to turn the lights back on One of the highlights of the album, where Yela takes the time to talk about the stereotypical (pun intended) pop song and all the classics missing on the radio, where everything is the same