Wale - Miracle On U Street (Lyrics)

[Intro: Rick Ross] Imagine seeing a well educated black man

In a white man’s all white suit, Tom Ford that is

D.C. Where that go-go at?

[Woman Speaks] Please join with me brothers and sisters

In extending a warm washington d.c. vibration

[Wale Speaks] Very happy to be here (goons in the motherfucking sky)

Drop!

[Verse 1] My percussion a loud level, yeah

That of which a lot of niggas cannot handle, yeah

Who got this year popping?

Shawty the Kerry Washington for so long

They probably cried scandal, Woo

St. Laurent that’s just to make it rhyme, yeah

Richie Paul my number eight Lebron, yeah

All this balmain I have yet to wear

Fuck your whole label these songs may be a label whore, yeah

Still got bitches in Landover nigga

Coming quicker than Sharapova hittin

Uh to my peers that fear no contenders

See the flow equipped me no coat in the coldest winter

Look centerfolds give up their photos to me

Uh from the Vogue say to a nigga living

Moon shoe, who influence nuances they forgetting?

Man I kick the flow, hit their hole like a returning kicker, nigga

[Hook] (x2)

Show me some love, Hey, Show me some love, Hey

Night time man the moon show up

[Verse 2] Ay look the percussion a loud level

That of which a lot of niggas cannot get to

I’ll never be a groupie but we’re talking who’s who

In this zoo I see a lot of cat food

Rats delegating with pigs

I’ve been relevant seven years boy this a career, facts

Ralph, what do we have here

Couple of fruits with no juice, they never goin’ peel

Through the struggle but never moved an onion, yeah

Manage sweaters I maneuver through weather

Ugh, though a few said I was too suburban

Knew I’m fin’ to pop when you move that bubble on em regardless

Boy, I’m just getting money you just getting older

Yeah, It’s my time synchronize your rollie

It’ll be, ill advised to fight try to fight the homie

When I own the ring, all the titles, and the fucking promotion

Woo, De La Hoya baby my face golden, Hold up

At the Hoya game with a straight roller, Hold up

You know we fussing a lot, all of em see you say you got

Lets see what happens by the end of Soma

That’s a muscle relaxer, and I shouldn’t have to say it

But they dumb to me out here

It’s fun to be out here, we humble we not them

How can you run your city with such fumbling problems

[Hook/Outro] Show me some love, Hey, Show me some love, Hey

“Ay moe this ain’t even motherfuckin’ on the Mixtape though this…”

Night time man the moon show up

“You know I had to let one go”