The Miracle

Lyrics

It all start with the beat Once it start it don't cease I start to water the seed What's the aura what's the sort of mystique? Let's turn this water to steam What type of water in this stream? Before recording a peep Before the pen I need the pedigree in order to breed Before the flow I need to find a vein in order to bleed Before a word is ever spoken, audibly Or the ballpoint to the Mead I think what is this melody meaning to me? The answer might come in a week The answer might come immediately What is the recipe? The meat and potatoes and what will the main ingredient be? The art of bringing a dream Once me and me inner eardrum agree My adrenal gland and my organs begin to argue audibly I barely bother to breathe That time well spent i commence to set it off Settled on a concept What occurs next is God-sent First sentence courtesy of Hashem Ah yes, that sentence was awesome And I'm off to get it on I'm going all out, I'm going in That's the moment of atonement Seedling broke ground, something is growing And here we go again Vocab I ain't know I had Ooh aah the hoo-hahs in the doodad The new math that humans add For humans and All brands of mammalian Carpe diem As AM turns to PM The zone I be in is muy bien Where do all these melodies come from? Where do all these melodies run from To then find solace in sun-sun? Honestly I'm stumped All I know is somehow when I'm stuck I'm unstuck Maybe it's dumb luck I give up, I'm just as dumbstruck, um Frequently the question that comes up is Where do I come up with the comeuppance The radius and circumference Truth is, I go into fits and into frenzy Until the shoe fits For militant melanined ladies and gentlemen Before I know it, got a hot verse to show for it But I don't stop there, I go forward Word bond I don't leave my alphabet soup Until all of the words gone To honor him parum pa pum pum I'm hooked, it's great Courses and hooks is eight Or whatever the case may create Beats played on replay same place for days I don't break for breaks I lambaste a break My brain to blame for the Dave Blaine routine My brain reigns supreme Encore to the Commodores and Supremes Hitting scales and chords to heights which Cause my nose to bleed No cause to bleep Mostly Almost three Verses, I'm almost done Peace to rainbows and the serpents But for certain it's the sun And it's greater than the sum of it's parts Statements of a status state-of-the-art How do I start? I'm not sure How do I finish? I'm not sure more But it ain't over till it's over like Rocky Balboa Till I've spewed a tune which a sushi chef could not imagine a more raw Mix and master it and after that I put it in the store Then allow the dust to settle after settling the score Far as deliverance you better bet I'm better than the stork and every letter in my ledger part of legend and of lore Enjoy