Mega Ran - 1995 (Generation of Miracles) lyrics
[Mega Ran - 1995 Generation of Miracles lyrics]
Back in nineteen ninety five
I used to start it off like:
Yo The R is up in the building
All arms is to the ceiling
Next album imma hit Kickstarter for a million
I coached eighth grade basketball
And wish I could say that
Was the last time that
I was in an argument with children
But alas I'm tryna rise above it
Rolling with the punches that's how
A true fighter does it
I touch a mic in public
Fans fall down like Michael Douglass
Rent just going up I gotta
Make a tighter budget
Two choices like or love it
In ninety-five I was rhyming on a four track
Laid away for five months before
I could afford that wrote more raps
In sharp contrast of thе format
No place to perform at
I'd be labеled a doormat
Now I'm on a warpath, Before I was invisible
Like Kuroko
Reppin' the generation of miracles
First cut
So disappointed that I ain't make the team
Grew up in the crack era
My block was a crazy scene
Barely making green
Scraping for our daily needs
Pure innocent never been touched
Like AC Green fast forward I'm on campus
Midterms about to start
Trailways ticket to the Million Man March
But my professor was a hater, he said go
Be my guest
But it'll be a shame if you miss this test
So I stayed one my sole regrets
My fear was gross neglect
Of the college education I nearly
Sold my soul to get
Now he got the coldest set
Live shows is surgical
Hit the stage with an aggression
He took it personal crash man stage
My scrolling was strictly vertical
I know it's irking you
We So universally versatile
Since I was catching the fifty-five
Bus to willow grove
I ain't ever need the glory just
Happy to fill a role
Come back to the block and
Nostalgia fills the soul
And just for a second
I wish that I was still at home
When we used to gather at
Moms house on Monday nights
Watching raw without a care in
The world just loving life
No dirt sheets, so everything surprised me
Now I'm in the garden
And Okada recognized me
Diesel held it all year
Haters say he didn't draw
It's kinda funny how the viewpoints different
When it isn't y'all
Step outside see cats plotting on robberies
Moms playing the lottery
Thinking man there's gotta be
A better way then then this
Sent me for hire learning
But seeing the inner workings only
Kept my fire burning
Like Miami heat, glen rice to Rony Seikaly
My fathers psyche
Made insanity highly likely
Playing pool at Temple not a
Minute from his clinic
But my stubbornness would never let me
Take the time to visit now he's gone
And I've had the hardest time letting go
Though I found it hard to cry
For someone I ain't never know
Handled funeral arrangements
And procedures like a pro
Slowly getting better day by day
Only through setting goals
So I took the slower lane and
Learned from all the growing pains
Hard work is Right up my
Alley like bowling lanes
Now I watch them go insane
Like the Magic in the finals
Shaq chasing dream In the form
Of a first title my transition was vital
Cause it was time to mature
Most improved player who finally set to score
Tracy McGrady
Hitting shots stretching the floor
A hybrid unlike anything you ever before
Had witnessed, with your own eyes
Guess it was time to ride
It's just another night in
Nineteen ninety five
I used to start it off like:
Yo The R is up in the building
All arms is to the ceiling
Next album imma hit Kickstarter for a million
I coached eighth grade basketball
And wish I could say that
Was the last time that
I was in an argument with children
But alas I'm tryna rise above it
Rolling with the punches that's how
A true fighter does it
I touch a mic in public
Fans fall down like Michael Douglass
Rent just going up I gotta
Make a tighter budget
Two choices like or love it
In ninety-five I was rhyming on a four track
Laid away for five months before
I could afford that wrote more raps
In sharp contrast of thе format
No place to perform at
I'd be labеled a doormat
Now I'm on a warpath, Before I was invisible
Like Kuroko
Reppin' the generation of miracles
First cut
So disappointed that I ain't make the team
Grew up in the crack era
My block was a crazy scene
Barely making green
Scraping for our daily needs
Pure innocent never been touched
Like AC Green fast forward I'm on campus
Midterms about to start
Trailways ticket to the Million Man March
But my professor was a hater, he said go
Be my guest
But it'll be a shame if you miss this test
So I stayed one my sole regrets
My fear was gross neglect
Of the college education I nearly
Sold my soul to get
Now he got the coldest set
Live shows is surgical
Hit the stage with an aggression
He took it personal crash man stage
My scrolling was strictly vertical
I know it's irking you
We So universally versatile
Since I was catching the fifty-five
Bus to willow grove
I ain't ever need the glory just
Happy to fill a role
Come back to the block and
Nostalgia fills the soul
And just for a second
I wish that I was still at home
When we used to gather at
Moms house on Monday nights
Watching raw without a care in
The world just loving life
No dirt sheets, so everything surprised me
Now I'm in the garden
And Okada recognized me
Diesel held it all year
Haters say he didn't draw
It's kinda funny how the viewpoints different
When it isn't y'all
Step outside see cats plotting on robberies
Moms playing the lottery
Thinking man there's gotta be
A better way then then this
Sent me for hire learning
But seeing the inner workings only
Kept my fire burning
Like Miami heat, glen rice to Rony Seikaly
My fathers psyche
Made insanity highly likely
Playing pool at Temple not a
Minute from his clinic
But my stubbornness would never let me
Take the time to visit now he's gone
And I've had the hardest time letting go
Though I found it hard to cry
For someone I ain't never know
Handled funeral arrangements
And procedures like a pro
Slowly getting better day by day
Only through setting goals
So I took the slower lane and
Learned from all the growing pains
Hard work is Right up my
Alley like bowling lanes
Now I watch them go insane
Like the Magic in the finals
Shaq chasing dream In the form
Of a first title my transition was vital
Cause it was time to mature
Most improved player who finally set to score
Tracy McGrady
Hitting shots stretching the floor
A hybrid unlike anything you ever before
Had witnessed, with your own eyes
Guess it was time to ride
It's just another night in
Nineteen ninety five