A Christmas Fucking Miracle (Instrumental)

That was me in BK on Atlantic

Never looked both ways, ran in traffic

Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant

Placed where the steel and cement became nature

Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous

City-scape where the blood of good men courses

And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain

Take a knee to the Gods and get horse shit

Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it

Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred

Shit will get in your head and 'cause panic

Have you desperately begging to get famous

Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned

Sanity on the fringe of distorted

Who are they to just take shit and hoard it?

Who am I that I don't get my portion?

The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces

Don't fret little man, don't cry

They can never take the energy inside you were born with

Knowing that, understand you could never be poor

You already won the war, you were born rich

You can only take the energy you had going back

To the realm or the home where your lord is

Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunes

Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bum shit

Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live

Them and the lost minds thinking they're

Smarter than us don't understand love's importance

And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to

The truth where the ashes and dust got formed in

The beat breaks and your teeth break

Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake

It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs

Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape

Me and El-P do the secret handshake

Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face

'Till he's punch drunk 'cause he's sweet as a pound cake

(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say

Into the wild, wild-style ghetto child running wild

Where the lions and the owls stay

The powers that be even offered up reprieves

Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees

But they can give that to the kings and queens

And the worshipers of idols and followers of things

'Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages

It's kill or be killed and I'm working with the averages

My professor Emeritus say we been cursed being brought to the Americas

How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage

Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages

But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative

Product of a teenage love, my arrogance to rise

From the pride and the job my parents did

Named Mike I was told it was godlike

Even danced with the devil, came out alright

Okay, honor y'all? No way

Still spell America with the triple K

Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea

And any MC peepin' what I go through

Real rap, my last line's so true

Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu too

We do it for you