Lyrics:
Miracles
Through your intercession
To jesus christ
Manifested
Only takes three
Process starts
Five years
Post death
Then the church
Will
for certain that you're punching above your weight
You can last a couple rounds then fall flat upon your face
But wait I can say that I learned a thing
handstands
Hey Julia Stiles, save the last dance
Second glass started, birds in my bottle
Only 3 stay forever, that's 10%
I can do the math but I choose
minutes fizzles
Your flimsy frame marks Hip-Hop's
Second most tragic event
And will 'til Jam Master Jay's
Resurrection and second death
Thieves in
own pace
You were always comin' last
In the first place
Stop watchin' other niggas
Focus on your own cake
You just see a block of flats
But I see
Walk!
Not a day goes by I don't feel 10 feet taller
From up here my problems look much smaller
And the boys and girls either hate or holler
But
by cars, I coach you to win, know what?
If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him
Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon,
get left to hide,
Cause I'm,
So I'm staying on my vibe.
I love what I do when I'm doing just fine,
My destiny is calling me; it won't pass me by
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
Opposition want me dead so this glock up on my rear
Im still sad over your death and its been over a year
I been goin thru sum shit but i kn never
flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct
on the rocks with a twist
Now scream and shake your fists
Cause dreams are made of this
For real the opposite transmit telepathic
Roamin' the flats with
for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
I'm resurrected
Second coming of second life
Second chance to know about me to have sight
Beyond sight, close your eyes and still see
If I were just
just counted past ten
Hoe, I'm comin'
Bitch-nigga jerky fresh up out the oven
We got packs, yeah, we sell em' by the dozen
Get it hot 'fo da flies come
crawling, then you're walking then you're a man. You become a man. You know what I'm saying?
Driver - It's the second part of your life. You know what I'm
Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
Wasting all your breath until I finish shit
Cause when this metal hits you
of the scale)
PERFECT
[Repeat x4]
There's no beginning and there is no end
Once again, the illogical one
Bring your mind state to dark side of the sun
a dick
You need a brick upside your dome, we be the clique
Runnin' you down in carloads
Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line like barcodes
XXX
One to ten, how do I look?
Through my lens, you're a real crook
Please back off, take this hook
Go jack off to your playbook
Sort your shit out
to play
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin'
I add your colon to my
(Heyyyy, ou ou ou)
(He, ye, yea)
You're either running from death
Or your running to death
Every second is a blessing
Let me savor this breath (Uh)
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses
I pose with babies breath
Be afraid a place where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with
and send it with all my love
Sincerely from the underground to all of the above
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Shed tears for me
How long
They've been praying for
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