Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miracle, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
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 |