Miracle (Explicit) - e-dubble

I'm a f**king miracle

I should be in a museum

People should study my body

To figure out what I am

A f**king miracle

I had to say it again

Give me a pat on the back

You're lucky just being my friend

A f**king miracle

Cooler than a cold day with the shade drawn

Some days you gotta feel your oats

And when the self esteem is low really gloat

I really float my tracks are clouds

I'm like a care bear flipping

When I'm spitting moving packs of crowds

I haven't done it in a minute

But I'm back for good

So excited and delighted that I'm packing wood

Held my tongue for too long

Need some new songs

Middle school rappers back your bag and move on

The summer is gone and hip hop's alive

I feel envigorated like when big pop arrived

Sloppy rhymes have got me pissed off

Now grown folks are convined hip hop is this soft

Respect your elders read a book

Stop thinking speaking English is being shook

I'm hip hop to death

But I rock so hard that I shock the left

And the right side same time popping sh*t

Till my tongue turns brown can't hold my breath

I'm a f**king miracle

I should be in a museum

People should study my body

To figure out what I am

A f**king miracle

I had to say it again

Give me a pat on the back

You're lucky just being my friend

A f**king miracle

Black and blue jeans new things

Don't compare me to that

No addictions cept for spitting

And comparing the facts

Socratic method when I question

Why you falling for that

Monotheistic simplistic thoughts get shifted

Pushed to the back for nhetoric that's uplifting

Sift through the text for some sh*t that you like

Then trash all the rest

Because the left can't be right

I know it's hard know your god

Ponzi scheme the oppressive new fraud

Depression is a human way to test your will

So you grip upon your bible and ingest that pill

I'd be a hypocrit for shitting

On some substance abuse

Man we love the abuse

Mix the vodka with juice

Stay sipping inhibitions stop gripping the noose

Till you toe up and throw up

From bending the truth

But your keel stays even

From the demons that you fight

From your yin to your yang

It's the reason your right

With a fist in the air

And your ear to the tracks

Keep your eyes open knowing

You ain't falling for that

F**king miracle

I should be in a museum

People should study my body

To figure out what I am

A f**king miracle

I had to say it again

Give me a pat on the back

You're lucky just being my friend

A f**king

No chips on my shoulder as I get older

But real life keeps telling me to just fold up

And shelve my hope

Like my sh*t's past due

But f**k it I spill ink

Let it bleed right through

The paper clinched teeth till the verse is spit

26 years of sh*t is

Why I'm merciless on the mic

A clown in real life the strong silent type

That's why I sit back and chill

Till the time is right

Right now I'm up in this mic booth

With my foot jammed up

In an aircast boot

Turn tragedy to triumph

I can't spit it through the wire

But I'll beast a f**king taxi cab

And it's rolling tires

I hold back to speak

When my thoughts are lucid

Trying not to get addicted to this oxy bullshit

Sh*t I've been spitting real satirically lately

Pat yourself on the back

You're a miracle baby

F**king miracle

I should be in a museum

People should study my body

To figure out what I am

A f**king miracle

I had to say it again

Give me a pat on the back

You're lucky just being my friend

A f**king miracle

A f**king miracle yeah

A f**king miracle

A f**king miracle

A f**king miracle

Yeah

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