Oh Sweet Wonder

[Verse One] 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 [Nottz] 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