Lyrics 3 Minute Miracle - Potluck

3 Minute Miracle

Haha yes!
I got another one
If you new to the movement you need to listen up
If you know what’s going on, welcome back
Last time it was 2 minutes, this time it’s a 3 minute miracle
Whack MCs need to get the fuck out the way!
One take, one track, still lettin' y’all know white boys can rap.
I made the beat and now I’m gonna rap it’s easy
Gonna be 3 minutes long, please believe me
It’s the one that they’re gonna play, every single day
And it’s gonna kill every MC in the way
One little, two little, three gettin' smashed
Better get another blunt, sprinkle on the hash
Burn that mother fucker, then I’ll smoke it till it’s ash
And yeah, I heard your CD, but I threw it in the trash
Oh don’t take it wrong
I’m just talkin' shit, doin' it’s my job
Potluck, it’s the clique till I’m dead and gone
And I’m never gonna switch, I’m not Lebron
Underrated, oh goodness gracious
Doin' shows all across the nation
I am the greatest so quit the hatin'
I’m a cool white dude like The Situation
I go hard, fuck a sad song
Can’t dance but I rap my ass off
Saggin' my pants I be scarin' mad dog
And I’m losin' all my hair like I’m Terry Bradshaw
But I’m the best in the biz
She’s getting' on her knees while I’m trippin' off this
Smoke a lot of weed, then I’m hitting up the fridge
And don’t act dumb, bitch you know who this is
It’s Underrated on the mic, don’t ignore me
Listen up quick, lemme' tell you a story
I rap so fresh, you spit it corny
Fuck Kim and Khloe, just gimme Kourtney
Then I hit a doggy
I’m the best on the earth, so I’m getting cocky
Cause if you’re not first you’re last ricky bobby
I don’t give a fuck and I’ll do what I want
And If you think you stoppin' me you getting rocked
These haters’ll talk, and I’m still on the top
And a (looning?) at best I’m like biggie and pac
It’s my movie I’m makin' the rules
So I’m playin' like Kobe and shakin' these fools
I’m still on the grind and I’m payin' my dues
Better back the fuck up or you will get abused
Everybody wanna do it
But you gotta push it to the limit if you wanna make the best music
That’s the reason why I’m tryin' everyday
I’m takin' over the rhythm, these mother fuckers can’t do this
I’m the man on the mic, no doubt, and fuck an antnarc they don’t like this sound
We doin' it for the fans, never dumbin' it down
We ain’t givin' a fuck, we the rebels in the underground
(One Ton (Damn man, you rap too fast)
No bro, you hear too slow
Everybody always wanna tell me what to do, and tell me where to go like E-40
Man I’m done, I’m sick of this shit I’m a do it my way, I don’t care what you
think
I’m a take a bong hit, I’m a' have another drink, I’m a' do what I want,
I’m the Humboldt County king.
Yeah, I’m reppin' a small town, hit another blunt, never gettin' knocked down
Get the pro-tools, and I’m makin' it drop out, make another beat for the kids
to rock out
Yay!
Everybody blaze!
I roll up to the front of the stage when we play
Ain’t' nobody ever gonna top it, and I rock it, get a profit, everybody better
(get out the way!)
Gotta make it to the end and I’m a' take it to the head, we talkin' daily till
we (ten?)
I got a lady in the bed, and if she wanna give me head
Then I’m a let her do her thing, all the girls wanna cling to my ding-ding
What?
other mother fucker do you know nigga flippin' and rippin' I’m takin'
over at the show
(While the rhythm on the microphone is out of control, you try to tell me what
to do but I ain’t' never gonna' fold)
Don’t trip that was just an effect
I’m still rappin' live on the microphone check
I swear that I’m never gonna cheat, that’s weak
One take, one track, I could do it in my sleep
And I never been a quitter tryin' to make it to the place where the kid feels
richer
I like three-six, but I don’t sip sizzurps, don’t wear baggy pants,
cause I’m not a hipster
I’m the baddest at this, rappin' to me is like batting practice
I’m a rapper looking like Bud Bundy, you might think it’s funny,
but the females love me
They wanna hug me, and give me kisses, my chicks bad like Ludacris’s
I am the man and I’m here to stay (Get out the way!)
Nobodies tellin' me what I can be
And if I wanna rap, and I like to smoke weed
Then just leave me alone, you ain’t' telling' me shit
I’m the best when I’m doin' it, soon to be rich
And if you think you stoppin' me you got it wrong
And we’ll take you to war, like we in Vietnam
Cause it’s day after day, I be fillin' the bong, in the studio makin' your
favorite song!
Now I’m out of breath, but I’m still goin' on, only 8 bars left
Never gonna quit, made a promise to myself, hip-hop saved my life forreal
So if you wanna battle then you better be ready to go, I’m flowin' a show,
and I went better than ever before
I’m never gonna lose it, it cause I do it for the music, so if you really wanna
do it, mothafucker you stupid
Bitch!
Get out the way!
once Underrated, now they all saying my name
I’ll be doin' it, tell em ring number one in the game
And every time you hear me flowin' it be nothing but flame
All the pretty girls say «I'm impressed», cause Josh on the mic is a pimp I
guess
I been doin' this a minute, yeah I must confess, when it comes to fast rappin'
I’m the motha' fuckin' best
And it’s done.
(Bitch!)
Ahhh!
And it’s my birthday!
Done.