Текст песни Miracles

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(Huuaa!)

(Yeah, it's gonna be very wicked)

(That old real shit)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Ah yeah)

(No doubt indeed)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Yeah)

[ VERSE 1 ]

The majestic sun rose and those in the city

Were astonished at the fact that Mellow was more gritty

Praise to the Lord of Hopes who puts the devil in his place

And brought forth Mellow Man Ace

From the camp of the Latin Thugs and Soul Assassins

Full of concepts and ideas that just be blastin

Conquerin fear and all who's in his path

Complete with a staff to tabulate the math

Standin on the word like tons of concrete

Battlin defeat and rose to his feet

Establishin the goal that so long ago was stole

Achievin heights of up to platinum and gold

Catchin the thief in his tracks, expect sevenfold

Double what he had for every lie told

Weatherin the storm and that's word bond

Plantin the seed that brings forth the corn

[ CHORUS ]

Miracles

Miracles

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

Miracles

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

Miracles

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

Miracles

You must believe

You must believe in

[ VERSE 2 ]

Shocked and amazed deejays played the stage

Of full manifestations that cut like razor blades

Award shows came and players in the game

Were hatin from the sideline as they read his name

Walkin through the valley of the shadow of death

Spittin game at em till his very last breathMellow Man Ace - Miracles - http://ru.motolyrics.com/mellow-man-ace/miracles-lyrics.html

Comin from the slums of the North Hollywood

Re-inventing himself like a true player should

All acolades pre-written before time

Way back in the days before they sent the first rhyme

See the crowds gather as they flock in great strengths

Bringin him gifts and travel to great lengths

The return of the prodigal son, hip-hop disciple

Dodgin all bullets from telescopic rifles

Armed with the Word, so who shall come against?

Peace to Sen-Dog, big up's to Common Sense

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]

Blessings from the Heavens and the cup runneth over

The jam is priceless, it's in the eyes of the beholder

Now it's blowin up, no doubt, there's no debate

Cause good things come to those who sold weight

Heavy rotation, you hear him on your station

Make no mistake, this is true revelation

Since the days of Noah and the floods to the arch

He had nuff game to put the park into the dark

The lyrics lead the way and let you see the vision

As it all comes to pass comes the fruitful vision

The musical arrangement wins treasure of the year

A true masterpiece from Collective Funkateerz

Now the day is dawning, the sun cracks the skyline

Through metropolis echos out another fly rhyme

Miraculous miracles, a verse from the Lord

Words breathe life or death, a double-edged sword

Miracles

Miracles

PEACE!

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

(No doubt indeed) --> Prodigy

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

Miracles

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

(No doubt indeed)

You must believe

You must believe in

Miracles

Miracles

Miracles

Miracles (until end)