Ransom, Royce da 5'9", 3D Na’Tee - Soul Killa lyrics

I think you probably figured out that
I’m not your average artist
Sincerity and honesty with a
Splash of hardness i tend to speak to those
Who appear brash and heartless
I aim for their soul and
Proceed to blast the target
I ease past the garbage
But never overlooking them dollars
That make sense
Cause we need cash regardless
So please pass the garnish
I decorate plates my food
For thought is great
My gourmet is like foreplay
That’s all day they tryna copy the recipe
Looked at me skeptically still gave
You the best of me
This is my destiny they can’t take it
My plans sacred
I gave 'em a gem and the fans praised it
Beloved I love it
Everything that I covet is covered
I’m rugged and tough as putting
Grub in the cupboard
I’m deeper than jewels buried
By ancient kings discovered
Ayatollah the controller I break
The strings of puppets, soul Killa

Pessimistic, damn they so pessimistic
Even though I'm leaving my mark
On this sketchy business
Even though I speak from the
Heart which they rarely witness
They second guessin' my art still
Comparing me to these bitches
I witness so many cruel winners
My crew thinner cause when paper came
They became the new Bruce Jenner's
Too centered to be off
My balance, got talents, but the advantage
Goes to the rappers with the lowest standards
That can't hold a candle to
The flow Samantha possess
And CEO's know it so they
Try to damage my rep
Shit I been the best since my parents had sex
Fresh out the womb
Either ima be a tycoon or a goon on a tribune
I am whom, Made it from hell and back
Hated on
Debated on but they ain't stating facts
Name smeared no pap, So I speak for the traps
This is deeper than rap
I am taking this shit back
From you Soul Killas

Now you got real niggas
Then you got hoe niggas
You got lyricists, then you got Soul Killas
I'm a motherfuckin' Soul Killa

I know a whole lot about violence
Growing up I watched a lot of TV
Shows to show the lot of it now I'm grown
Now I know niggas who throw bodies in
Ditches it happens after
They finish snatchin' ya soul out of it
Therefore I should be cold hearted then
Cause there's more guns in a six
Block radius made available to kids
Now than a whole army and
Navy, shit is so crazy, old ladies holdin'
The whole place was meant to beware
Of they own kind in these
Streets where envy is fair
Where anything goes so you know you
Need to send me a prayer
To find a nigga real as me
Is rare as Indian hair
And yeah, you can find me chillin anywhere
In any hood I'm fine
Searching for something pretty a good dime
Giving wisdom to the kids
Here's a penny for your thoughts
You ever gotta pull your arm out
Just make sure you burnin' it
Cause these niggas waitin' to turn you
To Penny from Good Times
At just nine I took a semi to school
Thinking if my father thinks he can
Hide it then he's a fool
Around the same time I lost my virginity too
I was getting busy in front of
That picture of Winnie The Pooh
I watched beef's escalate
Felt when the energy grew
So watch your enemies move
Never let what they speak resonate
Cause words bring emotion
Emotions trigger bad decisions
You know that shit adds against ya
It weakens ya resume
I'm speaking directly to the youth
I'm a true Pugilistic
But I can't reach em'
Cause I'm too futuristic, with this gift
To elevate, lyrically
Clearly I ain't come here to celebrate
Shit like Christmas
I'm like six life's from present day
Now name a rapper nicer
I show you how to track em' down
Gag and bound his wife and clap a rifle
Then be back in town in time to hear the
Pastor read his last passage from the bible
While he's passing bread and wine
Around to all these addicts
While the lord of Nazareth overlooks casually
Smiling as if he tryna
Say he proud of me for
Putting the bottle down
A time for holidays, but slaying rappers
That's the only time I'm tryna play Santa
Yall wait and I'm the answer
To any and all questions
Yall feel blessed to just do the asking
Trying to fit in so much yall look elastic
It's outlandish
Me and Ransom been to hell and back
We been out casted while yall cats
Have to stick to the masses
Or yall can't live, cause yall cancer
I'm the shit, your art antics
Yall don't understand it, then call pampers