Lyrics:
for a interview
She said she's heard stories
And she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the
Mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's fucked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge
that comes
By believing that all things work together for good
But am So tired of this church Politics religious hatred and Christian greed
Tired
so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb? and
These niggas from New Jerus is next on hand
Formulate rhymes, create lines, collaborate
With
lip in her joyous work
And friends this is the realest place I know
It makes me squirm like a worm I am so grateful
You could ride your bike there
around her dyin'
I'm leading by example, with no guidance, I'm just tryin'
No weapon formed against my niggas, this is perfect timin'
I'm just prayin'
that chick
One day I'm going out and she passed by my gate
I knew this was my chance so I stopped and I waited
I went and tried to hook up like sup she
down, and all around
I just seen about a dozen people walk by me
That just had so much bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous
Popcorn and sodas
there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere,
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
This time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from
from me,
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree.
And this time I knew a heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange,
A voice
dudes
Who couldn't feel it
When I'm buried in the seam
I choose to Kill Bill it
I make music for my own uses
Never worry about approval from
So called
say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Taking it to another level
Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by
the water
A miracle does not have to be instant
You didn't hear what I said
A miracle can happen over time
Let me ask you this
If a lady on this side has
Gibson never liked Danny Glover
Another piece of shit called out in the paper
If we was there me and my peoples would have
Beat the fucking shit outta
And I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile
But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit
I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for
of sweet perfume (Ha oh)
This happened much too soon (Ha oh, ha ooh)
She called me to her room (Ha oh, hoo)
Hey ay
Billie Jean is not my lover
(Don't call
My spirit is a part of this that's why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm
and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you
and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you
preach the good news of
The Kingdom of God
Minister in Galilee
Performing great miracles
Prepared by John
The voice in the wilderness
Anointed by
I took another swing and missed, that was no surprise
Then I practiced strategy, I let one go by, the umpire called it a ball
I had a proud moment
I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly
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