Miracle

I'm a fuckin' miracle, I should be in a museum

People should study my body to figure out what I am

A fuckin' miracle

I had to say it again, give me a pat on the back

You're lucky just being my friend

A fuckin' miracle

I had to write a little song just to get my kanye on

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 flippin' when I'm spittin' 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 shit

'Till my tongue turns brown can't hold my breath

The modern day j. Cash all I wear is black

And blue jeans, new things don't compare me to that

No addictions cept for spittin' and comparing the facts

Socratic method when I question why you fallin' for that

Monotheistic, simplistic, thoughts get shifted

Pushed to the back for rhetoric that's uplifting

Sift through the text for some shit that you like

Then trash all the rest cause 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 shittin' on some substance abuse

Man we love the abuse, mix the vodka with juice

Stay sippin' inhibitions stop grippin' 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 its 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

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 shit's past due

But fuck it I spill ink, let it bleed right through

The paper, clinched teeth 'till the verse is spit

26 Years of shit 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

And 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 fucking taxi cab and its rolling tires

I hold back to speak when my thoughts are lucid

Tryin' not to get addicted to this oxy bullshit

But shit I've been spittin' real satirically lately

Pat yourself on the back, you're a miracle baby