Oh Sweet Wonder - Dmp

Yo, every morning I wake, gotta give God the glory

If there’s no testing there’s no testimony

Oh sweet wonder, shake 'em out of they slumber

And when I brain storm you hear the clap of the thunder

Waiting to strike at the perfect time

I sit down then I ponder the perfect rhyme

Look we over shine, that’s our only mission

And niggas trying to count us out they New Edition/addition

But I’ma spread my wings cause I’m a trooper

Your rap do sound the same,

Same record spinning, the start of y’all ending

He on that Charlie Sheen cause they swear that they winning

Guess I’m a loser and abuser of the alphabet

My niggas smoke it Red like Minister Malcolm X

Sinister architect

Been in the monument

Then burning the documents so rappers can’t copy this

Xerox

Like it bump, no Clorox

When I rush your spot don’t be surprised like

Strong as an ox, brain sly as a fizzox

One man gang and let this bang on your blizzox

The language I got be slanging a lot

The chain that I rock hang low like your pop

My watch shines Supreme, Diana Ross

Sick from a glimpse you need you need a Mylanta shot

Got gigantic spark, light got a gleam in it

Disco ball, Lupe Fiasco Beamin

Drinking till I’m leaning, Promethazining

Do the dirty then put it in the throat for cleaning

Yep, I’m the Top G, Tom Cruise

Tropic Thunder, out storming on dudes

Ayo the bullshit walk, I’ma let the cash talk

Stay out of sight keep my ear to the asphalt

Baby getting crunk so she ask can I spend mo'

Ain’t from New Orleans but the answer is N. O

I thank God I’m still breathing, still eating

I’m on my grown man shit homie

You baby niggas still teething

Fix your face before the Wolves come fix a plate

We the big fish, y’all niggas just fish bait

Alright, you’re pissing me off like bad kidneys

I’m from a Different World like Dwayne Wade and Whitley

I mean really you don’t want no drama

My money longer than beards on Osama

Period, comma, whatever you ain’t stopping me

From keeping my paper up like a pasta feast

Don’t mean a thang if it ain’t got that bang

Hate to break the news to you but you still can’t hang

I ain’t gonna tell you mahfuckas again

Fuck writing words, I’d rather stab you with that pen

Depending on the mood I’m in

It reflect on the stroke of the pen for this murder

Respect me, not a 'nawl nigga, it’s unheard of

Classic case of the basket

Time to take you fuckers back to the basics

Grinding in my Asics gel and say «Aye B

You sick with bars minus the jail.»

Got 'em

The shit he just imagine the smell

Drinking from my half empty cup the Holy Grail

The last supper fucker eat it well

You may be excused, this here food for dudes that paid dues

Bunch of hungry ass niggas in Training like Denzel

Real rapping shit

That boom baptastic trip to get the money

Nope not Chappel

Never turning down the green or your train will derail

Your life shoot to shit and from there turn to Hell

Get the money mayne