hype That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like I will be displayin', lyrical styles, I'm saying Lyrical styles from the miracle child
get hype That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying Lyrical styles from the miracle child
sir names wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames in the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! The hours hands down a miracle
the son of man, he is the son of God) {*beat drowns out whispered vocals*} [king tee] Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave No more slaps
We're just dull blue duds Blinking eyes encased in rust This ain't a miracle This ain't a miracle This ain't a miracle This ain't a miracle Ooohhh
yours, oh yeah Yo time is most limited I'm back on the scene O replenishes potency like four or five Guinnesses Hennessey's flourishing OC is nourishing Performin' miracles
lightin' up with the blinks Move and sway but I'm compared to mint Some cats can't forget the spiritual and mental Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle
the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and dodge swiftly City crisis, I roll with po-lices Ain't known to slap
or get they nails done We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do From flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or two Or slapping a trick or three
I have a switch blade for the bitch made A gernade for the krusade and a 38 snub when I envade I'm making kritical not even fuckin miracles Kould stop
my hands off the hood and says I ain't got time He's says park it fool, time is wasting I said,"Fuck you", black leather glove slapped my face then I
you get back Lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial Microphone serial killer, urban guerilla You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit serious Slap
A plant is a power like a human is a being, Put the seed in fertile soil then continue to feed, Whoa! Sit back and watch it grow, The miracle of life
ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip In the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut
I feel like a boy with a problem I can't believe what we've forgotten And I even slapped your face and made you cry It's the last thing I want to do
me, arrest my brain, it's insane If I'm booty, then I've been framed By an MC, who can't be the R E D Fuck with me, you'll get slapped up and capped
I go to work like a doctor When I rock the mic you got to like the way I operate I make miracles happen just from rappin' I'm so lyrically potent and
their hands All you feel and all you do, the medication controls you Did you remember to feed me while I was broken and bleeding? Now slap your vein