Lyrical Miracle
Now we ain't ever gonna give this shit up
Fuck y'all weak niggers
Know what I mean?
We finna show you what makes us Shoe Gang
It's that lyrical miracle, giracle shit yall cant do
Niggers don't know we the Kraken
Niggers the unholy could only imagine
I throw axes at your thoraxes
While I get horny for action
Then Im on the attack
I'm the monster . reenactment
You actin like you got ovaries
Nigger you overreacting
I was too extreme in battle
So I was excommunicated
By my group the league of shadows
Bury you in a mausoleum
You need the moves of Liam
Cause your daughter get taken
Wait you can see him travel back in time
So I can find your fucking family tree
Chop your ancestry
Break branches and leaves
Then get off free with the insanity plea
Your camp will be amputees
The rap game can't amnesty me
I told you, I drink your spirit
And call it phantom punch
You a drunk driver cause you
Getting in your phantom drunk
I'm diabolical my style is holocaustic
I kill a cop in uniform
That's how I drop the law suit
Whack mcs I hate y'all
Like I hate black cops
We operatin all black black ops
You faggots get merked
Put yo fam in the dirt
When I grip the snub you
Be missin son Amber Alert
I'm a superhero but I don't need no sidekick
I don't need no psychic the scope on my guns
A crystal ball I see your life is
In the zoom pistol croon like Bryson
I send you to hell then yo crew y'all get reunited
I feed off violence come meet a hybrid
A mixture between a lichen and Leonidas
A king call me your highness
I think I might just rip my face off
Cause I love to face off
And I don't sleep
So what the fuck I need with eyelids?
My flow hurt your pride it alters ego
I'm a nice guy with a crazy alter ego
Aim for ya team niggers die
When I palm the Eagle
I'm a war machine and a don
Call me Cheadle
I'm so hip hop Imma use a word like gaffle
I might gaffle your ice when I ride past
Yo Rolex goes from your wrist to my pocket
That's time travel
You niggers is close to defeat like shackles
I'm a renegade right
The M and Jay type
When I'm center stage
I'm finna take mics
I verbally demonstrate a MMA fight
I illustrate how art imitates life
I shine in the daylight
My image emanates light
The brightness eliminates sight
I'm sippin liquid propellant and nitric acid
That's rocket fuel finna take flight
I'm a Titan like Saturn's largest moon
You wanna be on the red carpet
Your bloody carcass Imma drag across the room
Extraterrestrial like District 9
I feed you arsenic yo side dish is Strychnine
No cancer stick when I blow the big sig
Crack your lower legs with a shovel call it shindig
In the morning I wake up to get the paper every time
Still I got news for y'all
There are times when I write bars
Mentally talk about makin headlines
Bars are death talk about makin deadlines
If a nigger try tanglin with'em
The banger'll hit'em
Have'em hangin with Damien
Either that or angels'll kiss'em
My vocab made up casting
My language is different
But it isn't . I'm a homo sapiens with alien wisdom
Start popping off Imma pop assault
Open season like topless salt
Cock and draw we're no bank
But bank we chase
Create priceless crack so freebase
Popping the instrumental whether
I write with pen or pencil
While my instrument's my mental
I touchem like shit that's sentimental
Once my thoughts are sent to mentals
No priest but I offer enlightenment in the temple
Fuck y'all weak niggers
Know what I mean?
We finna show you what makes us Shoe Gang
It's that lyrical miracle, giracle shit yall cant do
Niggers don't know we the Kraken
Niggers the unholy could only imagine
I throw axes at your thoraxes
While I get horny for action
Then Im on the attack
I'm the monster . reenactment
You actin like you got ovaries
Nigger you overreacting
I was too extreme in battle
So I was excommunicated
By my group the league of shadows
Bury you in a mausoleum
You need the moves of Liam
Cause your daughter get taken
Wait you can see him travel back in time
So I can find your fucking family tree
Chop your ancestry
Break branches and leaves
Then get off free with the insanity plea
Your camp will be amputees
The rap game can't amnesty me
I told you, I drink your spirit
And call it phantom punch
You a drunk driver cause you
Getting in your phantom drunk
I'm diabolical my style is holocaustic
I kill a cop in uniform
That's how I drop the law suit
Whack mcs I hate y'all
Like I hate black cops
We operatin all black black ops
You faggots get merked
Put yo fam in the dirt
When I grip the snub you
Be missin son Amber Alert
I'm a superhero but I don't need no sidekick
I don't need no psychic the scope on my guns
A crystal ball I see your life is
In the zoom pistol croon like Bryson
I send you to hell then yo crew y'all get reunited
I feed off violence come meet a hybrid
A mixture between a lichen and Leonidas
A king call me your highness
I think I might just rip my face off
Cause I love to face off
And I don't sleep
So what the fuck I need with eyelids?
My flow hurt your pride it alters ego
I'm a nice guy with a crazy alter ego
Aim for ya team niggers die
When I palm the Eagle
I'm a war machine and a don
Call me Cheadle
I'm so hip hop Imma use a word like gaffle
I might gaffle your ice when I ride past
Yo Rolex goes from your wrist to my pocket
That's time travel
You niggers is close to defeat like shackles
I'm a renegade right
The M and Jay type
When I'm center stage
I'm finna take mics
I verbally demonstrate a MMA fight
I illustrate how art imitates life
I shine in the daylight
My image emanates light
The brightness eliminates sight
I'm sippin liquid propellant and nitric acid
That's rocket fuel finna take flight
I'm a Titan like Saturn's largest moon
You wanna be on the red carpet
Your bloody carcass Imma drag across the room
Extraterrestrial like District 9
I feed you arsenic yo side dish is Strychnine
No cancer stick when I blow the big sig
Crack your lower legs with a shovel call it shindig
In the morning I wake up to get the paper every time
Still I got news for y'all
There are times when I write bars
Mentally talk about makin headlines
Bars are death talk about makin deadlines
If a nigger try tanglin with'em
The banger'll hit'em
Have'em hangin with Damien
Either that or angels'll kiss'em
My vocab made up casting
My language is different
But it isn't . I'm a homo sapiens with alien wisdom
Start popping off Imma pop assault
Open season like topless salt
Cock and draw we're no bank
But bank we chase
Create priceless crack so freebase
Popping the instrumental whether
I write with pen or pencil
While my instrument's my mental
I touchem like shit that's sentimental
Once my thoughts are sent to mentals
No priest but I offer enlightenment in the temple
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Demetrius Antron Wickliffe, Andrew Wheat, Keith Richard Wickliffe, Lovewin Julius Wickliffe
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