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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