A Christmas Fucking Miracle
El-P Lyrics


Maybe someday I will know
How do people scream with joy
I can't feel my legs and arms
I can barely play guitar
And you just cheer on
With your stupid shitty songs
You will never catch me
Giving gifts to anybody
I'm evil
I don't wanna go outside
I can't bear the freezing breeze
I won't go to your place
I'm allergic to your face
But you keep insisting
Can't you go and leave me be?
I'm getting real tired
I might snap and do a thing
I break down in the celebration
I can't take all the communication
Please stop talking come on I beg you
Can't keep up with the lights and torture
I scream of blood with my copper hands
My entire being valued a couple grams
I lose myself in the sea of value
I am in pain, and I can't die
I'm evil


Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: H Pérez Luna

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mings jesse

[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 shit
Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it
Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred
Shit'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 shit 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 fuck if you ever made fortunes
Fuck anyone ever tryin' to run that punk shit
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: Killer Mike + El-P]
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
'Til he's punch drunk 'cause he's sweet as a pound cake
(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say
Into the wild, wild style 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 kill or be killed, 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
Okay, 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



All comments from YouTube:

Greg McCartney

Both Mike and El's verses are great on this, but El's is one of the most uplifting messages ever in rap.

Friendway

True. Very moving.

redrum41987

"Who am I that I don't get my portion? The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces. "

[[Insert Name]]

It's tough passing this message and not making it corny, props to el

David Parker

The struggle is truly harsh
Might as well make it bars

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Vengeful Retreat

I always loved the structure of this song. No bridge, no 3rd verse or chorus. Essentially just two extended verses from two different perspectives both lyrically and sonically that have such a strong thematic middle ground.

K W

Well fucking said

Toilet Brittle

@vengefulretreat
1 year ago
I always loved the structure of this song. No bridge, no 3rd verse or chorus. Essentially just two extended verses from two different perspectives both lyrically and sonically that have such a strong thematic middle ground.

noted

Gettin Radd & Fuggin Bustn

The blurred out secret handshake always makes me laugh.

KILLA

i love it man lmao

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