Miracle

Spitting lines like obsidian,
Cutting straight through the fake; every promise I made is a promise I'm never gonna break.
The bass is hitting your chest,
The rhythm locking your soul; out of the darkness we came,
Now we are taking control.
From the underground roots to the top of the charts,
We are breaking the mental cages,
Rewriting the arts; no brakes on this train,
No ice on this floor, when the lyrical miracle speaks,
The whole city will glow.