Lyrical Miracle

Instrumentally mentally non metal fiend yours essentially Spitting what’s sent to me. Take any opportunity opening doors That includes any girl that I want that’s including yours I’m inducing wars I do it with swords Nah it’s not a knife. This is just the best you’ve never heard of and I’m spitting right Plus I’m on top they left the game in good hands yea Shift and shape matter controlling the sands Without sprite soda visions they asking can I shit, the greatest am I Leave that without an answer You gon make me set you on fire like you Jojo dancer She strip the teas of its nutrients now the pole is antsy Even ants see I’m worth about a thousands of em A way with words. Dog I got a thousands of em Feel sorry for your favorites especially if you counting on em They got a history of butterfingers sounding awful With every take I step up in the booth I do what I’m supposed to do What the f*ck would you do And who tf is you dog and who’s fucking with you That’s a mirror conversation that I have with my view Stepping to him is the grand canyon ledge jump equivalent Safe to say my ink like to party brotha my pen is lit