This is a song about "Lyrical spiritual miracle"

This hypocritical criminal, i'm the lyrical miracle.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

I say that the pool is closed

Spiritual, fool's gold

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Individuals it's an original miracle

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

You'll envision the typical lyrical miracle emitter

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters