Blu, EXILE - Soul Provider lyrics

Yeahsomethin' classicin the makin'
Feels good don't it?
Exilethe one and onlyheh the young homie

You going up against a nigga with
A whole lotta soul partner the show shocker
Rock ya soul when I flow partner
The dime studded Marauder
Knocking the globe outta alignment
When I'm rhyming
Soul shining like I'm gold mining
So don't bother competing
His own Father don't know how to defeat him
He like a robot
Knocking the cement into your soul rock
Leaving the hoes jocked, Now you can see
Concede it
Cause his speaking leave your dome cocked
The soul provider Flow live, shit is so hot
Do not touch brought the real
And let the whole block crush
Now young bucks call him ill from the still
(It's Blu) even though the name been the
Same since I came
Ain't a damn thing changed but the skills
I still gotta blow spots up
Just to show you that you won't stop us
And never will, it's the
So cal SoCal resident, i represent
My locals, Blu's style is heaven sent
With Exile for President

The showstopper, rocks spots and flow proper
No album outta fat beats
But still know how to pack seats
With no problems
Spitting my soul outta rap sheets
That I been giving Cali that
Sharpest breeze and khakis
That's me the B-L-U no E I'm
On the block posing like an OG
California sun, soaking gope and Old E
Token to my tongue
Smoking like my gun blowing heat
Out the end of it, speak kind of venomous
Walk similar to how I talk
Dawg I'm limitless
'Cause my ten toes are taking
Any place my mind states deep thinker
Ain't sink a ship with my mindstate
Plus, I puff this and I'm three feet
Sky high rising like the drum break
Rhyming like I rhyme great
Take you whack rhymes out like a blind date
Fuck kindness
Kill 'em with knowledge until they mind aches
And I stay killing the stage
Cutting line short like your
Phone bills ain't paid
'Cause you're cheapskates
The soul provider rocking week date
I'm letting off with anybody
Tryna steal my DJ

I flow krypton
Knock your Superman off his feet
With his kicks on
Niggas keep my shit on repeat
And no matter which song I get on
I shit on beats
Pull out my dick and take a piss on trees
I'm raw dogging it, look
My rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine
So any mic that I find
I got the right to be hogging it
Talking shit, loud mouth, wild out
Starting it
Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
So pardon if my talking is slurred
Pants sagging hands grabbing on my nuts
Clutch sparking my herb
Relaxed lingo, beef low
Ghetto as Black bingo
Redefine the the line of rap singles
The soul provida', hold the mic and open fire
Drop my nuts, I give a fuck about a pro hire
The new Pete and CL was Exile and B-L
We bang jeeps to break beats
Blaze trees and females you ain't me
It's the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind
With a West Coast soul vibe
The soul provider