Soom T - Sold Out to the Devil lyrics
[Soom T - Sold Out to the Devil lyrics]
Living in an old trip
Thought that I was slick
But it skit's over lips - rips my wit's
- to bit's so I sip
On a spliff without a skin instead I
Put it in a mix of milk with this bass and
Rich hit me now licks
I got rocked by the hot talk on the block
About the new beats coming out
A boy wearing odd socks
Sitting on his own playing with some old toys
So I thought that I’d go
Around to share my joy
Like I was sold – to the devil
For a penny in a bowl
I’ve come to reclaim my soul
I’m told that we all play a role
In an ode that unfolds so turn the
Mic up and the bass low
I switch it on bass resonators
Skip up and blaze it
Pass it to the muppets in the
Caper then see you later
I’ve got unfinished riddims to
Bust and trade off
For a buddy with a bud in whom
I can trust and face off
Everytime I’m getting high I find
A peace and mystify
The plight in my own mind that buys
Me time but for a little while
I try to find an alibi for
Where I go every night
But, I can’t find a single
Lie to which I’d testify
I get sick of listening
Conversations about television
Coz I’ve got my mission which I
Think is better than everything
That I’ve experienced from the day
That I was taught obedience
Natural materials from which I cannot deviate
The serious, the love I feel’s delirious
When I meet folk who see the
Fuss I make over imperial
Seals the deal that leads me to
The real giving me clearance
When I see the Lord who love
Us and I am believing
I’m a short show stopper, a microphone hopper
Skippin upon the mic like I was
Born to do it proppa
Fist up you know you got her
Like the riddim truly sought her
To praise the Lord above and
Light up to Jehovah
For the Lord he gives from
Full to spillin ova
By your side he stood and watched
Ya until your game was over
Half dead upon ma sofa – I
Looked up through smoke and
Saw the promised land and laughed
But im no joker
I’ve got the Lord locked tight upon my
Dial up – with ma style ruff
Upon a mic I bomb my mind up – like cyclops
Single mind to eye to love
The people in this psyops
Seeing clear without the cover ups
Enough with the eye drops
You are my go to when I
Get low when I get slow
When my mind goes and ma
Spirit starts to grow
I doh doh doh doh dohnt wanna go home
Until ma mission to fruition
Is a victory owned
Thought that I was slick
But it skit's over lips - rips my wit's
- to bit's so I sip
On a spliff without a skin instead I
Put it in a mix of milk with this bass and
Rich hit me now licks
I got rocked by the hot talk on the block
About the new beats coming out
A boy wearing odd socks
Sitting on his own playing with some old toys
So I thought that I’d go
Around to share my joy
Like I was sold – to the devil
For a penny in a bowl
I’ve come to reclaim my soul
I’m told that we all play a role
In an ode that unfolds so turn the
Mic up and the bass low
I switch it on bass resonators
Skip up and blaze it
Pass it to the muppets in the
Caper then see you later
I’ve got unfinished riddims to
Bust and trade off
For a buddy with a bud in whom
I can trust and face off
Everytime I’m getting high I find
A peace and mystify
The plight in my own mind that buys
Me time but for a little while
I try to find an alibi for
Where I go every night
But, I can’t find a single
Lie to which I’d testify
I get sick of listening
Conversations about television
Coz I’ve got my mission which I
Think is better than everything
That I’ve experienced from the day
That I was taught obedience
Natural materials from which I cannot deviate
The serious, the love I feel’s delirious
When I meet folk who see the
Fuss I make over imperial
Seals the deal that leads me to
The real giving me clearance
When I see the Lord who love
Us and I am believing
I’m a short show stopper, a microphone hopper
Skippin upon the mic like I was
Born to do it proppa
Fist up you know you got her
Like the riddim truly sought her
To praise the Lord above and
Light up to Jehovah
For the Lord he gives from
Full to spillin ova
By your side he stood and watched
Ya until your game was over
Half dead upon ma sofa – I
Looked up through smoke and
Saw the promised land and laughed
But im no joker
I’ve got the Lord locked tight upon my
Dial up – with ma style ruff
Upon a mic I bomb my mind up – like cyclops
Single mind to eye to love
The people in this psyops
Seeing clear without the cover ups
Enough with the eye drops
You are my go to when I
Get low when I get slow
When my mind goes and ma
Spirit starts to grow
I doh doh doh doh dohnt wanna go home
Until ma mission to fruition
Is a victory owned