dropping a bomb song for your mom

your tight rhymes inspired me to write tonight

i may be white but you can't tell at night

when the lights off we all see the same sight

i won't bite but i'll try with all my might

i'll keep fighting until i get it right

i don't want to see updates on tragedies
i wish the news would just lie to me
show me something positive
not just something causitive
they want to get a reaction
when i just want a distraction

mainstream is shit

underground is legit

if a rapper cuts a record deal

its like he quits being real

an excuse is just like a noose

you gonna hang yourself cut loose

users abusers

i'm a refuse to lose-er



give you a sample

you can't handle

more time should be spent

on what i meant my intent

the hook IS the content

the lyrics represent

the chorus is a supplement

a fraction a small segment

not even 25 percent

you should concentrate on the whole

would you rather have a field goal

or march all the way for the score
win by seven or lose by four
i'll always take the more
rather have a good girl or a whore?
rather be rich in life or poor?

these are such easy questions

yet you still need suggestions



the fourth batter gets all the chatter

spin the platter the table setters matter

solo shots alone don't win games

couple runners on is when it rains

put the numbers on the board

let 'em know you really scored



you can't see stars

from behind bars

you can't reach your dreams

only banking on schemes

even when the situation seems extreme

boil like steam and rise like creme



don't give in to hate

go ahead alter fate

and set a date

i cant wait


i want to trademark my stage name
i want to step-up up my game
raise my music my brand to a whole new level
i wanna spin it like the tasmanian devil


they call me the lyrical miracle
i get a little bit satirical
but its all based on emperical...knowledge
so you best acknowledge i went to college
i know that dont really mean shit
but at least i didn't quit-legit

i may be cynical and get a little clinical
try to be a critic
i'm better than you
do the math i'm analytic
no matter what you do
your just parasitic

dissing you in my flows
cuz everybody knows
your rhyming blows
rapping bout hos
tried to spit you froze
you know how that goes
like leaves you decompose
your bout to be foreclosed
don't forget your clothes
you just got pantyhosed



copyright trade mark this shit(C)(TrM)whatever it is Ha don't steal it
LYRICAL MIRACLE and of course Thug $mi!ey d@ r@p $t@r Representing $pit on the $pot Dropping rhymes so damn hot the Virtouso Freestyler on fire

It's not my fault my free-styling verses don't get no play
Because airtime is locked up like mail on a holiday