Bruff, Soul Khan - Leftovers lyrics

What’s good everybody?
It’s ya’ man Soul Khan
With my homie Matt Bruff
I like the way that sound, Bruff
‘Bout to, do some work over this here beat
Making this fly North American connection
Let’s go

Stand back I’m the damn landlord
Of these rap cats
Who at war and can’t score with the half-ass
Rap voice, got the moves that you can’t void
Even like rocking those blues like I’m Brad
Track’s poison with a venomous bite
So just don’t, step to the mic or I’m
Ending ya’ life and yo
Presence is vital when tight beats
Are ready to rip
Leaving opponents all white breathing
Heavy and shit
The last rapper said bright dreams
Was heavy he sucked
And his woman looked like
Steve Buscemi and such, huh i fight demons
Anyone that say they coming harder
Just likely confetti son
Yo I’m just looking for a
Writer with the solid raps
Who never acted like they took a
Lighter to a pot of gas
And you could never put a price
On what I’m dropping cats
And never really saying shit but
Yo they talking smack
Sick of kids, yo my passion always into it
And here with Soul Khan
The tracks’ll sound ridiculous
Judging what I’m spitting shit is
Something that is imminent
Cats assuming I’m a chump
That’s selling Ridalin
And but I’m never giving in
It’s hard to finetune, give
Art to rhymes and, kids now their minds are
Misconstrued for the price of the songs
What’s, right and what’s wrong, there’s
A fight going on, yeah

"Still doing my thing, yo- yo amazing
Still- still blazing" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"
"Still doing my thing, yo- yo amazing
Still- still blazing" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"
"Still doing my thing, yo- yo amazing
Still- still blazing" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"
"Still doing my thing
Yo- yo amazing- yo- yo amazing
Still- still- still" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"

Well you know that I’m a dynamo
Delivering the final blow
With the kind of tidal flow
That’ll leave your hymen broke
On the day Osiris spoke
Knew it was my mission
To rip it and bring it live to folks
Ending on the highest note
Still want it raw baby?
I use what God gave me to brawl
Daily until I’m feeling all achy
The solicitor visceral
Whose Hindenburg preaching the risible
For speech inadmissible
It’s the school of hard knocks
And you meeting the principal
Tryna give a little to the meek and invisible
Since a young boy
Always had a crease in my ventricle
Reserved for the word and the dream, my guts
Of an age when the ways
Doesn’t mean that much
But when every dollar billing
Our pocket goes to killing
You can’t really blame ‘em when
They calling us a villain
Bullet after bullet putting heat
In the chrome
Our little kids shiver sick with
No heat in they home
Fuck that ‘every man to himself
And each to his own’
Behind that’s another widow
Dying weeping alone
If it’s survival of the fittest then
I’m fighting to the finish
With my man Matt Bruff in
The cypher getting digit's
But, I don’t mean currency
Or telephone numbers
I mean peace from the people
That can tell we forerunners
Forerunners, what’s good?

"Still doing my thing, yo- yo amazing
Still- still blazing" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"
"Still doing my thing, yo- yo amazing
Still- still blazing" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"
"Still doing my thing, yo- yo amazing
Still- still blazing" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"
"Still doing my thing
Yo- yo amazing- yo- yo amazing
Still- still- still" "Then I
Leave him his leftovers"