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on my crib now he dead now
He be playing with my gang now he dead now
Dead bitch you ain't coming back
Written by Adaghor Miracle/Adaghor Destiny

so called escape
Miserable truths disguised as bait
You refuse to die, you refuse to live
Crawling through transgressions

Empty Gods
Your peace

on our paths will surely cross
Should I blindly be inspired by
The so called 'miracles' they say he does?
Please tell me, show me how
Well at least we

head turn the whole clique to rotel  
When s*** get real in the field these so called gangsters be the first ones to tell (yea) 
I gotta get back to it

nose runny from that good ass blow wassup
he was making jokes so I let him know nina still mf tucked
i was on fire all night so i called my baby for

mind -  
Breakfast whities all round, no one make a single sound
Gonna pen some lyrics to this head pound
I’m over it, we’re done so don’t invite me

was back in the game
Find me at the gym when it just happens to rain
Miracles don't occur when you happen to train
So keep talking that trash bro we

Them out KOLD cats got you like what is this
Never hesitate to hold the mic like a minute
Second that emotion with my miracle rhymes
You know the DNA

Since I took a look within
At the me that's caused by sin
I'm finally feeling free
Commitment I guarantee
I'm clearing up the debris
So maybe I see

didn't give me more reasons to brag..
Called up Krazie Mac, gave me a bunch of reasons why he couldn't pull up to the set
On these corners tryna set up

but I ain't no cop
So pop, head shot, respawn, won't stop
My KD spread in this game is crazy, the rest of y'all not
Goes to every other rapper coming

Opin Wide

The Mountain Brothers

Triple Crown

this, so yo
All y'all motherfuckers can open wide

y'all need to exchange your mics for somethin else
See this ain't purple rain but nobody digs your

called top shotters
Tell the world your business so you 'bout
To get knocked by the coppers
But never lock up 'cus you
Sing like the opera
Pussy'ole fi get

Got called nigga lover or hater but those others broke
The chains hand by hand with the man they were taught to hate
Public enemy be the Klan

the correct armor
Embracin' meekness, walk by faith, you can't see this
It's more than what you believe in
I'm talkin' bout imitatin' Jesus
When that dark storm

of it's risk
Because we are scared of this level

Everything is reachable
But as long as you don't move, nothing will be receivable
So I don't understand

So every time I say I'm Godly
I don't want you getting mad
All this king and queen talk sounding like a fad
How ya kings and you going out bad
She said

just 'cause I ain't want to ask for it (nah)
You're fucking with these rats, so y'all niggas useless
We're street niggas, I'm judging you by who

we are called by You
We want to tell You exactly who You are and this is who You are
Holy Holy Holy-yy-yy-yy
Hallelujah Holy God Holy-yy-yy-yy
Somebody

the
Slut wants sex with me
All because the fame I gained
She's obsessed with me
I been had straps in this game
So fuck referees told her dream more slut

Paddington
Just lost the fight to stay alive
A tragedy or a miracle
It happened on these very streets
Two twins are lying side by side

A girl named

Changing diapers making bottles 
Rolling over role models 
These so called OGs ain't on shit 
Light bulb on and i broke the switch 
Hi
Like im stitch in that

my supporters
And fake ones, do this for my late ones
So If you hating, ya trippin
(Laced blunt)
Out the mud I’m From the cold Earth
I’m the corn that

Extra Abstract Skillz

Skillz

From Where???

1995

the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me