Little Shalimar - A Christmas f**ing Miracle lyrics

[Verse 1: El-P] That was me in BK on Atlantic Never looked both ways, ran in traffic Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant Placed where the steel and cement became nature Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous Cityscape where the blood of good men courses And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain Take a knee to the gods and get horse sh** Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred sh**'ll get in your head and cause panic Have you desperately begging to get famous Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned Sanity on the fringe of distorted Who are they to just take sh** and hoard it? Who am I that I don't get my portion? The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces Don't fret little man, don't cry, they can never take the energy inside you were born with Knowing that, understand you could never be poor You already won the war, you were born rich You can only take the energy you had Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't Give a f** if you ever made fortunes f** anyone ever trying to run that bum sh** Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us Don't understand love's importance And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth Where the ashes and dust got formed in [Verse 2: k**er Mike] The beat breaks and your teeth break Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs falling out your mouth and on to the landscape Me and El-P do the secret handshake Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face 'Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake (Ain't he p**y, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say Into the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wild Where the lions and the owls stay The powers that be even offered up reprieves Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees But they can give that to the kings and the queens And the worshipers of idols and followers of things Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages It's k** or be k**ed, and I'm working with the averages My professor emeritus Say we been cursed being brought to the Amerikkkas How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative Product of a teenage love, my arrogance Derives from the pride in the job my parents did Named Mike, I was told it was godlike Even danced with the devil, came out alright OK, honor y'all? No way Still spell Amerikkka with the triple K Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea And any MC peeping what I go through Real rap, my last line's so true Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu, too We do it for you