Miracle – E-Dubble – letras

I’m a fuckin’ miracle, I should be in a museumPeople should study my body to figure out what I amA fuckin’ miracleI had to say it again, give me a pat on the backYou’re lucky just being my friendA fuckin’ miracleI had to write a little song just to get my kanye onCooler than a cold day with the shade drawnSome days you gotta feel your oatsAnd when the self esteem is low, really gloatI really float my tracks are cloudsI’m like a care bear flippin’when I’m spittin’ moving packs of crowdsI haven’t done it in a minute, but I’m back for goodSo excited and delighted that I’m packing woodHeld my tongue for too longNeed some new songsMiddle school rappers back your bag and move onThe summer is gone and hip-hop’s aliveI feel envigorated like when big pop arrivedSloppy rhymes have got me pissed offNow grown folks are convined hip-hop is this softRespect your elders, read a bookStop thinking speaking english is being shookI’m hip-hop to death, but I rock so hard that I shock the leftAnd the right side, same time popping shit’Till my tongue turns brown can’t hold my breathThe modern day j. Cash all I wear is blackAnd blue jeans, new things don’t compare me to thatNo addictions cept for spittin’ and comparing the factsSocratic method when I question why you fallin’ for thatMonotheistic, simplistic, thoughts get shiftedPushed to the back for rhetoric that’s upliftingSift through the text for some shit that you likeThen trash all the rest cause the left can’t be rightI know it’s hard, know your GodPonzi scheme the oppressive new fraudDepression is a human way to test your willSo you grip upon your bible and ingest that pillI’d be a hypocrit for shittin’ on some substance abuseMan we love the abuse, mix the vodka with juiceStay sippin’ inhibitions stop grippin’ the noose’Till you toe up and throw up from bending the truthBut your keel stays even from the demons that you fightFrom your yin to your yang its the reason your rightWith a fist in the air, and your ear to the tracksKeep your eyes open knowing you ain’t falling for thatNo chips on my shoulder as I get olderBut real life keeps telling me to just fold upAnd shelve my hope, like my shit’s past dueBut fuck it I spill ink, let it bleed right throughThe paper, clinched teeth ’till the verse is spit26 Years of shit is why I’m merciless on the micA clown in real life the strong silent typeThat’s why I sit back and chill ’till the time is rightAnd right now, I’m up in this mic boothWith my foot jammed up in an aircast bootTurn tragedy to triumph, I can’t spit it through the wireBut I’ll beast a fucking taxi cab and its rolling tiresI hold back to speak when my thoughts are lucidTryin’ not to get addicted to this oxy bullshitBut shit I’ve been spittin’ real satirically latelyPat yourself on the back, you’re a miracle baby