Lyrics
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, pack your bag and move on
The summer is gone, hip-hop's alive
I feel invigorated like when Big Pop arrived
Sloppy rhymes have got me pissed off
Now grown folks are convinced that 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
'Til my tongue turns brown, can't hold my breath
The modern day rock is next to what?
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
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 hypocrite for shittin' on some substance abuse
Man, we love the abuse, mix the Vodka with juice
Stay sippin' inhibitions, stop grippin' the noose
'Til you toe up and throw up from bending the truth
But your keel stays, even from the demons you fight
From the yin to the yang, it's the reason you're right
With a fist in the air and your ear to the tracks
Keep your eyes open, knowing you ain't falling for that
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'-
No chips on my shoulder, is how 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 'til 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 'til 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 fucking taxi cab, and it's rolling tires
I hold back to speak when my thoughts are lucid
Tryin' not to get addicted to this oxy' bullshit
Shit, I've been spittin' real satirically, lately
Pat yourself on the back, you're a miracle, baby, go
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
A fuckin' miracle, ooh, yeah
A fuckin' miracle
A fuckin' miracle, ooh
A fuckin' miracle, yeah
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