Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Miracle, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Subject: Matter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.01.2012
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
The Miracle |
| it all starts with the beat |
| once it start it don’t cease |
| i start to water the seed |
| what’s the aura, what’s the sort of mystique? |
| let’s turn this water to steam |
| what type of water in this stream? |
| before recording a peep |
| before the pen, i need the pedigree in order to breed |
| before the flow i need to find a vein in order to bleed |
| before a word is ever spoken, audibly |
| or the ballpoint to the mead |
| i think what is this melody meaning to me? |
| the answer might come in a week |
| the answer might come immediately |
| what is the recipe? |
| the meat and potatoes and what will the main ingredient be? |
| the art of bringing a dream |
| once me and me inner eardrum agree |
| my adrenal gland and my organs begin to argue audibly |
| i barely bother to breathe |
| that time well spent i commence to set it off |
| settled on a concept |
| what occurs next is God sent |
| first sentence courtesy of ashem |
| ah yes, that sentence was awesome |
| and i’m off to get it on |
| i’m going all out, i’m going in |
| that’s the moment of atonement |
| seedling broke ground |
| something is growing, and here we go again |
| vocab i ain’t know i had |
| oooh ahhhh the hooo ha’s in the doo dad |
| the new math that humans add |
| for humans and |
| all brands of mammalians |
| carpe diem |
| as am turn to pm the zone i be in is muy bien |
| where do all these melodies come from? |
| where do all these melodies run from |
| to then find solace in sun sun? |
| honestly i’m stumped |
| all i know is somehow when i’m stuck |
| i’m unstuck |
| maybe it’s dumb luck |
| i give up, i’m just as dumbstruck |
| uhm, frequently the question that comes up |
| is where do i come up with the comeuppance |
| the, radiance and circumference |
| truth is i go into fits and into frenzy until the shoe fits |
| for militant, melanined, ladies and gentlemen |
| before i know it, i got a hot verse to show for it |
| but i don’t stop there, i go forward |
| word bond |
| i don’t leave my alphabet soup until all the words gone |
| to honor him, puh rum pum pum pum |
| i’m hooked, it’s great |
| es and hooks is 8's |
| or whatever the case may create |
| beats played on replay, same place for days |
| i don’t break for breaks |
| i lambaste a break |
| my brain to blame for the dave blaine routine |
| my brain reigns supreme |
| encore to the commodores and supremes |
| hitting scales and chords to heights which cause my nose to bleed |
| no cause to bleep, mostly |
| almost three, verses |
| i’m almost done |
| peace to rainbows and to serpents but for certain it’s the sun |
| and it’s greater than the sum of it’s parts |
| statements of a status state of the art |
| how did i start? |
| i’m not sure |
| how do i finish? |
| i’m not sure more |
| but it ain’t over till it’s over like rocky balboa |
| till i’ve spewed a tune of which a sushi chef could not imagine a more raw |
| mix and master it and after that i put it in the store |
| then allow the dust to settle after settling the score |
| far as deliverance you’d better bet i’m better than the stork |
| and every letter in my ledger is part of legend and of lure |
| enjoy |