The Gift Lyrics

Verse 1:
Understand if I step to the mic to say it you gon' listen
If you knew that it's called wisdom
Back on my 1, 2 bull like Jordan and Pippen
Blacking out on the track like John Howard Griffin
Mashing on the piston like Jordan and Pippen again
Or like the spark in an all chrome engine
I know I need to serve my purpose
A Native Son Bigger Thomas a track and throw it in the furnace
A book nerd I know
I go Ishmael on a library and ape in the booth as well
Stay with the bars I'm like screw the bell
Fighting the good fight went tooth and nail
It ain't sweet this kings reign ain't candy
But the fact remains that his soul is too for real
You could never dream of what I think of my love
My soul fits you like OJ's glove
A born sinner and born winner, a go-getter
Cool cat with no litter, watch me liber-
-ate thoughts that been simmering assemble 'em in symphony
Like Sanford tell Elizabeth they sent for me
This the big one crash the cymbals and start the roll on the timpani
Open up the curtains anticipate what the end could be
Rub your hands together I think i's 'bout to get interesting
Put your hands together I think we're 'bout to make history
And don't forget the dubious smile
As I flow like river like Danube or the Nile
If you say I'm not the illest well then you in denial
Couldn't resist, go ahead call it predictable, foul
It don't bother me, sprinkle some playfulness in the artistry
That John Legend I give you more than a part of me, all of me
Enemies quiver like it was archery
Turn tables for art hip-hop is pottery, what
Chorus:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the man who came to wreck all
Just another rapper with swag who can't spit
Uh uh this ain't something to miss
Man he got The Gift

Verse 2:
When I'm determined you better betting on double zero Might save the game but make no mistake I'm no hero
I don't come when I'm called I come when I'm ready
I'm undefeated in regular season so hold the confetti
Record of wrecking on record's nothing til title time
My flow increase the number on any one of your vital signs
Even the dead'll awaken Jesus I'm good
God made me and did better than he thought that he could
A masterpiece, a cake walk how I batter beats
Cooking for the bacon while the pigs headed after me
Rhyme or prose I school em I'm using all of my faculties
Articles and albums I crank em out like a factory
A wordsmith in its truest form and application
Doing it til perfection be my form of education
I don't let a conversation or book any experience go by without finding a sliver of inspiration
Look me in my eyes and say you don't see greatness
I'm in the mirror every day patiently waiting
Like Fif and Em back in the day, I was in middle school
This quiet shy kid as a rapper I didn't fit the rule
Still not a rapper I grew to an emcee
Put in 10K hours just to burn 10 Gs
I'm the outlier Gladwell was outlining
You can't fail or succeed if you not trying
If you show and don't tell then you not lying
Otherwise I'll straighten it out like a hot iron
Or like Pete Rock and CL Smooth
They can't anticipate I'm quiet I don't detail moves
I don't telegraph I was a point guard use my peripheral
Word is traveling but how I paint wit words pivotal
Same way I tell it is the same way I spit It
Is the same as I remember is the same way I lived it
Chorus:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the man who came to wreck all
Just another rapper with swag who can't spit
Uh uh this ain't something to miss
Man he got The Gift
(Repeat)

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