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( *scratched collage of* ) |
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(Huuaa!) |
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(Yeah, it's gonna be very wicked) |
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(That old real shit) |
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(Ha-ha-ha-ha) |
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(Ah yeah) |
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(No doubt indeed) |
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(Ha-ha-ha-ha) |
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(Yeah) |
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( VERSE 1 ) |
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The majestic sun rose and those in the city |
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Were astonished at the fact that Mellow was more gritty |
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Praise to the Lord of Hopes who puts the devil in his place |
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And brought forth Mellow Man Ace |
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From the camp of the Latin Thugs and Soul Assassins |
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Full of concepts and ideas that just be blastin |
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Conquerin fear and all who's in his path |
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Complete with a staff to tabulate the math |
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Standin on the word like tons of concrete |
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Battlin defeat and rose to his feet |
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Establishin the goal that so long ago was stole |
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Achievin heights of up to platinum and gold |
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Catchin the thief in his tracks, expect sevenfold |
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Double what he had for every lie told |
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Weatherin the storm and that's word bond |
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Plantin the seed that brings forth the corn |
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( CHORUS ) |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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( VERSE 2 ) |
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Shocked and amazed deejays played the stage |
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Of full manifestations that cut like razor blades |
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Award shows came and players in the game |
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Were hatin from the sideline as they read his name |
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Walkin through the valley of the shadow of death |
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Spittin game at em till his very last breath |
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Comin from the slums of the North Hollywood |
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Re-inventing himself like a true player should |
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All acolades pre-written before time |
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Way back in the days before they sent the first rhyme |
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See the crowds gather as they flock in great strengths |
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Bringin him gifts and travel to great lengths |
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The return of the prodigal son, hip-hop disciple |
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Dodgin all bullets from telescopic rifles |
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Armed with the Word, so who shall come against? |
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Peace to Sen-Dog, big up's to Common Sense |
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( CHORUS ) |
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( VERSE 3 ) |
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Blessings from the Heavens and the cup runneth over |
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The jam is priceless, it's in the eyes of the beholder |
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Now it's blowin up, no doubt, there's no debate |
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Cause good things come to those who sold weight |
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Heavy rotation, you hear him on your station |
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Make no mistake, this is true revelation |
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Since the days of Noah and the floods to the arch |
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He had nuff game to put the park into the dark |
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The lyrics lead the way and let you see the vision |
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As it all comes to pass comes the fruitful vision |
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The musical arrangement wins treasure of the year |
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A true masterpiece from Collective Funkateerz |
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Now the day is dawning, the sun cracks the skyline |
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Through metropolis echos out another fly rhyme |
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Miraculous miracles, a verse from the Lord |
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Words breathe life or death, a double-edged sword |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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PEACE! |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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(No doubt indeed) --> Prodigy |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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(No doubt indeed) |
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You must believe |
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You must believe in |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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Miracles |
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Miracles (until end) |