JRC Verse 1: Most of ya’ll rappers actors / Thespians
These labels all games / ESPN
Here at Miracole, we’re making dreams come true
For those who miss the rappers, that we once knew
They hear my new jack swing / and wonder if it’s really me
We got our own thing / heavy diddly dee
I don’t keep it in the news, but my bank accounts are huge
I be swimming in my coin, something like uncle scrooge
I’ma just kill the beat, I don’t reach back for the pistol
Ya’ll dumbies on the short track / Bristol
Really we need to tell it / like it ‘ti-is
Ya’ll know the flows /are the shia-it
I am Webster with these words / that the stuff that I’m on
You’re just another angry bird / with an iphone
Chasing the buck / can be bad for your health
You’re just expecting bad luck / like you’re Thursday the 12th.

Kyd Wonder verse: The ladies love me /when they see me it’s an outpour
They like you’re fly big dog /Falcor
I’m a good guy, clean cut
I used to work for peanuts / now I’m on that King Tut
That means I got the game wrapped like a mummy
Weather man flow / it’s about to rain on you sunny
And I don’t mess with the haters
I’m from the bus boy / like I got promoted to a waiter
Bitin’ my style they just takers
I feel jacked son (Phil Jackson) / like I retired from the lakers
Ya’ll bout to feel the ripple / ya’ll study rubbin nickels
I’m about to get my bucks right / luke fickell
Man I spit that acid / man the game’s fantastic
RIP to the mic / homey closed casket
My one but check flow / is better than your classic
That means I’m better than you /even if I half-assed it
Yeah, I might be up early
Cause the early bird gets the worm / We might get a little dirty
Man, my flow got me sittin’ purty (pretty)
I’m the best hands down / 6:30

JRC verse 2: I’m in the top of my class / you can get Behind me
I’ma get past / shooting for the Upper 90
Focus like I wanna be better / and this is my last job
We gotta be all in together / like a flash mob
In the beginning / what’s really the meaning?
I’m really winning / Ya’ll just Charlie sheenin
I’m droppin these verses / that’s leaving the game feaning
Ya’ll need to pick ‘em up / before it ends up gangsta leaning
I cant let these dirty rotten scoundrels / play ball
I have the power / but I didn’t get it from grayskull
It’s face off / when the MCs wanna battle rap
They been cringer / now all the sudden they battle cat
No matter that or the other / pick your poison
Leave room on the track to put your boys in
Mix it down with all your toys / and box it all pretty
Ya’ll still ain’t making no noise / ya’ll talkin in MIDI
After the show get the dough / rubberband and tally
I put my city on the map / like I was rand mcnally
I recommend you rally / around this Miracole team
We’re making something out of nothing / getting Miracole green