Sol Miranda - Jack'd

Hello!
Is anyone there?
Soldier!
Sir?
Speak Up! What is it?
We have an unidentified flying object coming in
Where?
Uhh… I think its Sol
Ah run!
Hi there!
Hey how you doing welcome back to the Holy Land
Jack and Jill have gone heads were rolling for the morning can
I interest you in something just as tasty as the previous
Dishes and wishes this intermission is a notice man
Ever since a child I always felt like I was Morpheus
Giving people choices face the facts or stay in orbits that
Are infinitely repeating y'all ain't seeing what I'm soaring in
Words that can't describe the inner peace where my organs at
Deciphering codes I left myself when out of orbit and
I always hold It down no Ls see I've been learning that
No matter how you move some other people gon' report it as
The opposite of good I guess ya truth is still distorted facts
Do what you do and let it groove how you ignoring that
Ya don't feed mind nonsense so it thanks you with more choices than
You previously thought you had I'm glad that we're performing acts
For complete different reasons bless ya heart I'll keep my soul in tact
Yabba dabba doo
Fred Flinstone in vitamins
Badda beem badda boom
Shit is finished before it started fam
This ain't different this ain't news not a telegram
Of how I beat the beat some gasp cause it's startling
Ain't ya friendly neighborhood hero no Spider-Man
I'm on a grand scale with these words I'm a Prophet-Man
Prolific with my work high scoring every audience
I never take a day off what's a day where I ain't rhyming fab
No make up I grip the mic like it's an iron clad
Close my eyes and touch myself it helps the words flow out of hand
I never try to plan I work better under circumstance
That make the rest fold and leave the table tryna barter friend
Wake up with the Sun my morning wood is laying iron tracks
Woman gets mad I put em second to my offering
Sol come back to bed I can't rest my goals are larger than
Ya mama she so fat she'll turn around and now the Earth is flat
Bask in all the fakeness I received back in the motherland
I swear if I ain't famous then I'm haynus to uncultured lads
Ya feet ain't wet enough to question this ol' skally wag
Ya cannonballs are shit you need an upgrade on your ordinance
Paint the picture with my nipples I'm intimate with the verse I lay
Most of y'all just Scribble like the sweets ya freezer chillin with
Only drip a little then you gone if I shine glorious
I guess the sayings fiddle with riddles let's not ignore the facts
Destined since the kid was a little cell up in a nut sac
If you believe I came from skiddles the rest are working with
I think I just created myself but let's go over that
Another time I guess I'll drop a hook and quit recording
Yea I'm jacked jacked!
I'm Jacked jacked!
I'm Jacked jacked
I'm jacked jacked
I'm jacked jacked
I'm jacked!
So jacked
I'm Jacked
I'm jacked jacked
I'm jacked jacked
I'm jacked!

Written by:
Peter Miranda

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