The Miracle

It all start with the beat

Once it start it don't cease

I start to water the seed

What's the aura what's the sort of mystique?

Let's turn this water to steam

What type of water in this stream?

Before recording a peep

Before the pen I need the pedigree in order to breed

Before the flow I need to find a vein in order to bleed

Before a word is ever spoken, audibly

Or the ballpoint to the Mead

I think what is this melody meaning to me?

The answer might come in a week

The answer might come immediately

What is the recipe?

The meat and potatoes and what will the main ingredient be?

The art of bringing a dream

Once me and me inner eardrum agree

My adrenal gland and my organs begin to argue audibly

I barely bother to breathe

That time well spent i commence to set it off

Settled on a concept

What occurs next is God-sent

First sentence courtesy of Hashem

Ah yes, that sentence was awesome

And I'm off to get it on

I'm going all out, I'm going in

That's the moment of atonement

Seedling broke ground, something is growing

And here we go again

Vocab I ain't know I had

Ooh aah the hoo-hahs in the doodad

The new math that humans add

For humans and

All brands of mammalian

Carpe diem

As AM turns to PM

The zone I be in is muy bien

Where do all these melodies come from?

Where do all these melodies run from

To then find solace in sun-sun?

Honestly I'm stumped

All I know is somehow when I'm stuck

I'm unstuck

Maybe it's dumb luck

I give up, I'm just as dumbstruck, um

Frequently the question that comes up is

Where do I come up with the comeuppance

The radius and circumference

Truth is, I go into fits and into frenzy

Until the shoe fits

For militant melanined ladies and gentlemen

Before I know it, got a hot verse to show for it

But I don't stop there, I go forward

Word bond

I don't leave my alphabet soup

Until all of the words gone

To honor him parum pa pum pum

I'm hooked, it's great

Courses and hooks is eight

Or whatever the case may create

Beats played on replay same place for days

I don't break for breaks

I lambaste a break

My brain to blame for the Dave Blaine routine

My brain reigns supreme

Encore to the Commodores and Supremes

Hitting scales and chords to heights which

Cause my nose to bleed

No cause to bleep

Mostly

Almost three

Verses, I'm almost done

Peace to rainbows and the serpents

But for certain it's the sun

And it's greater than the sum of it's parts

Statements of a status state-of-the-art

How do I start? I'm not sure

How do I finish? I'm not sure more

But it ain't over till it's over like Rocky Balboa

Till I've spewed a tune which a sushi chef could not imagine a more raw

Mix and master it and after that I put it in the store

Then allow the dust to settle after settling the score

Far as deliverance you better bet I'm better than the stork and every letter in my ledger part of legend and of lore

Enjoy