Fatlip, Blu, Ras Kass, Hemlock Ernst - Good For The Soul (Extended) lyrics

Yo, yeah yeah (yeah)
Uh huh

Food for your soul, my lyricals are medicinal
Third eye peripheral i see it all
Leave 'em in awe even if it ain't intentional
My mistakes are greater than what any
Fake nigga meant to do
I stop the negativity and elevate
In a spiritual state
Something you define as a divinity
God, no complex, I just stay humble
Pass me the platter, I got kush to crumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Lebron with the pen game
I'm going in like I'm going insane
You know my name, icon to the 80s babies
Don't play me, baby, bitch niggas got rabies
Is it me or is shit getting crazy?
End of the days
Nowadays nothing really faze me
Unless it pays me, I don't even pay attention
I'm about my money
That's just something I ain't gotta mention

Relax and take notes
Th Th There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one
Re-Relax and take notes
There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one

Oh so you new in town? You New Edition
Nigga cool it down
We shoot clowns out they squad cars, bars
On the block, it's the heavy metal rockstars
Making cops set a nigga free
When we drop bars i vanguard your pop charts
You Pop Tarts, you're not hard, you popcorn
You not hot, you just got warm
And got warned when them shots swarmed, ayo
Keys open locked doors
We shoot the truth that'll stop wars
We on the block with the mom
And pops at the swap store
We got ours, who got yours?
Blu got more, bro, hop off that Jaguar
I swear I told the whore I
Wasn't born a day ago
Coming out the bank with dough like
I robbed a baker store
Black and gold like the Raiders
At the Lake Show
Blu start balling and your pockets
Got they ankles broke
Damn, how you stand like a grown man?
With my cash on both hands, old man

Relax and take notes
Th Th There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one
Re-Relax and take notes
There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one

Step up to the problem when
The mission is impossible
Kick rocks, your progress gon' slump
Bumps from inside of the trunk
They hunker down when the artist in town
I open eyes when I author the sound
Why these cops never in hospital gowns?
Pops' in a lot of pain now
Since going under the knife
Streets in a lot of pain now
But they been sentenced for life
Well I was raised up in a white castle
Obese prodigy with seven headed Adam's apple
Dragon snatched me from youth but
I escaped through the booth
Sniffing poisons 'til the roof of my mouth
Felt like the roof of a house, insomniac
Always grinding it out
Not a sharp tooth left in the south
So I split from the flatlands
Saved myself from God's leather belt
Only monsters need God's fucking help
'Cause what's praying to the sky save ya?
A couple holy words spilled out on
The curb 'fore they cremate ya
No weed paper, forever blowed
The church of the Skypager

Relax and take notes
Th Th There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one
Re-Relax and take notes
There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one

Kicking soup for your chakras, I pop off
Not the vodka
Got me on my Huey New', dying like a Dr sebi
And still tryna fuck Lil' Debbie
Don't judge me
I'm all about my fetti already
Used to be a B-boy breakin' like the levis
White tee, black leather coat
Arthur Fonzarelli
Ayy, dope lyrics to DJ Machete
So we serve cold cuts like a deli, medley
Meals from Machiavelli to Dwele
Salute to my force users until
Rassie the last Jed-y (Jedi?)
I'm a fat bastard
So all you lil' rap niggas get in my belly!
If you slip, me, I recommend this phat Blu
Lip put on wax like a dirty Q-tip
New shit exclusive
Iceberg'll sink a nigga cruise ship
AC in the cream Tesla, that's a cool whip

Relax and take notes
Th Th There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one
Re-Relax and take notes
There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one