Blessed With The Gift Remix by Praverb the Wyse & IV the Polymath

yeah, yeah, it's your boy, Praverb the Wyse 
and I've been blessed with the gift 
ever since I was conceived I've been blessed with the gift 
for real, you better believe it 

A legend was born, 01, 07 
1982, descended from heaven 
blessed with a heavenly gift 
no effort to spit 
so people want to question the kid 
doesn't he battle rap, how is he Christian? 
I diss peeps for fun and still drop wisdom 
nice off the top, or even with the writtens 
walk a mile in my shoes, to see how I'm living// 
I clock in at 2, and get off real late 
get home, study, and stay online real late 
my girl is mad at me, naggin' me 
we been together for three years and never been on a real date 
...she thinks that I'm chasing a dream 
she said, get a better job, start chasing the green 
I compiled, so I started chasing degrees 
can't look in the mirror, and face this emcee 

[Chorus] 2x 
I was blessed with the gift, I was born to spit 
listen to the sound, that's a warning kid 
I was saved by grace, with Christ in my life 
I can do anything, cause I'm nice on the mic 

I have no fear like Daniel in the lion's den 
y'all Matt Millen, surprised by the firing 
I can't believe, I thought about retiring 
I look to the word when I want to be inspired when... 
my faith lacks, I don't spray gats, but I pay taxes 
I do this for practice 
...I want to have the faith of Abraham 
I don't want to be disappointed like Raider fans// 
V is for victory, my team's winning 
I'm a human, at times, I'm still sinning 
Repent, open my heart, and spill writtens 
that stop you in your tracks, like still visions 
I'm Gizmo to y'all, we kill gremlins 
plus we have problems, real men deal with em' 
a man by day, emcee at night 
I got a glow, knowing my inner light shines bright 

[Chorus] 2x 
I was blessed with the gift, I was born to spit 
listen to the sound, that's a warning kid 
I was saved by grace, with Christ in my life 
I can do anything, cause I'm nice on the mic 

P's known for spitting clean, I'll end your dreams 
with a blade from the guillotine, you fake Philistine 
Dave to Goliath, I'm slaying you giants 
who stay defiant, the flow is like a hydrant 
the beast, I have to let it out 
in battles you probably get ate/eight like Michael Phelps medal count 
If I lose, I'll lick the wounds, spit some tunes 
no need to pull the metal out// 
over instrumentals, I use my mental 
come with the tough talk and end up like Kimbo 
down from a light jab, I'm known to write fast 
hide my notebook because dudes bite raps 
y'all are big headed, you seem quite gassed 
for thinking you can defeat me, you're a weakling 
It's he, not me, I don't run this 
I look to the sky, and use God as a compass 

[Chorus] 2x 
I was blessed with the gift, I was born to spit 
listen to the sound, that's a warning kid 
I was saved by grace, with Christ in my life 
I can do anything, cause I'm nice on the mic