Kanye West - Soulful lyrics

Yeah dC stand up for your boy? Oh
I go by the name of Kanye
To The the Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We're about to bring that real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by
The way let's go

From what I hear Kanye is
Killing that game very bad
My girl rockin' the little lamb that Mary had
Little bit of ghosta style
Mixed with Mosta style
I'm versatile, I'm the poster child
Gettin' cheese so I'm supposed to smile
Get it? We making hit's like Sosa now
Hit it!
And I, hate when girls actin' boushie as hell
And I already seen 'em
Naked like Blu Cantrell
If I talk to people like they stupid as hell
Do that mean God gonna make
My kids stupid as well? Well
Our Father, please for give me
I am sinner, slash winner
Slash soul inventor

It's so soulful man and when you hear
Swear it feel like soul food man

Look, my mommy don't be playin' cause she
Know I got my game intact
I spit them lines that make a
Rapper have a brain attack
And chickens know I'm gonna do it
Like I wanna do it
And miscommunication, no we never run into it
I got chicks like Samone and Colla
Stay with lip gloss and Fendi bag beside her
And your girl said she ain't ready for me
I'm in love so mommy got
Me singin' Teena Marie
High above the Giovanni
She ain't Gucci or Prada
Climbin' in the Mirada
Studin' like a scholar
So I don't even bother
I be poppin' my collar
I can get into your soul
When I call you tomorrow c'mon

I know you gotta lot of stress today
Let's hit the party like we just got paid
Now if you really want to get away
Say yeah, yeah
Got people on your back constantly
And you never get a second for free
You know you gotta get away with me
So say yeah, yeah

Yo, I'ma worry bout the trades and ballin'
I'm gonna trade it all
I'd rather catch up on my
Paper and evade them all
You sore losers picked the wrong
Guy to take a fall i probably train and fall
For what they made in the fall
Made it to a never-quite-was
To an overnight buzz
Cause the way I flip a metaphor
Nobody quite does
By the time I leave the club
I'm weighing the pros and cons
Cause she must have been a pro
The way she approach the Cons
And Con man is an army money boss on
We so big be hoppin' out when
I'm tryin' to do my laundry
But I ain't even sorry for the
Way I get my doe cause J, Kanye and Con got
That food for your soul, go!

Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah