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Soulstice 4

Soul Khan on June 06, 2012 06:14

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    Lyrics:

    I'd go by my government name, but would this sound as real?
    Noah Abraham ain't exactly got that crowd appeal
    so Mr. Weston, tell the people how you feel
    I'm here to tread dirt on their network like Howard Beale

    I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take it
    I shake the hand the ancient man prayed for the rain with
    you slave for the A-list to pay for your facelift
    I put a hole in a Skrull then wait for the shapeshift

    but I ain't even know what I was in the middle of
    'til I was tagging autographs in a British pub
    it's so cool to say that you don't give a fuck
    I give it up for the people that don't get enough

    I'm still reading every comment that y'all ever give
    but for the record, though, it's not because I'm sensitive
    I don't do this shit for me, even if I disagree
    I find the truth between the positive and negative

    but fuck the tomfoolery and the cartoonery
    you're not moving me unless you put a harpoon in me
    nah, don't pause that, I'm off that
    I want a grown-up to show up whenever Mom Googles me

    'cause every night when my blinds get closed
    my trouble mind's frozen into nightmare poses
    sometimes I get worried that I ain't more
    than just an oversized child with his highchair broken

    my body's young but my brain's older
    it's like your lil' man Soul was the Van Gogh of the crayolas
    I stopped caring if I stayed kosher
    Jehova made way more serious shit to pray over

    I'm 40 years of desert travel in some leather sandals
    you're soft as Tevin Campbell lighting up a scented candle
    see, if I put my foot down, it turns cement to gravel
    you're excited, but get frightened like Jesse Spano

    we don't stop when the odds are against us
    so these suckas getting dropped from the census
    I have never made a single song for the senseless
    guilty as charged and applause for the sentence

    word on the street, Billy got his shoes jacked
    'til he got a new gat, then he got his shoes back
    let me elevate how the modern dude raps
    all I need is one bar like "Allahu ak-"

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