Soul Khan - Iron Galaxy Freestyle lyrics
[Soul Khan - Iron Galaxy Freestyle lyrics]
Just when you thought it was safe
To take a leisurely stroll
You got shot in the face by a demon you know
You could have saved like a dollar in change
In high school, you were the man
Now you’re a target today
My condolences, honest mistake
Every one of god’s children needs
A Glock at the waist
Wishing I could just wander in
Space like I Jonathan Frakes
I’mma play the blues ‘til
This ol’ harmonica breaks
‘cause they’re locked, loaded, lethal
On some pop goes the eagle
Itchy fingers that’ll put a
Pothole between you
But trust the Founding Fathers
Nah, fuck the Founding Fathers
‘cause they ain’t ever find a
Way to stop owning people
Now my pulse racing to the moon like Guarana
Trying to find the secret
In the Moonlight Sonata
And a few pints of lager in my run down world
While these uptown girls ask
"Have you tried Kabbalah?"
They do lines on top of the
Lucite inside of the green room
Always got a gospel to read you
Clear the cobwebs or they’re
Not gonna need you
They want something new that their
Nostril can bleed to
The Archangel of the R train
Playing on a harp made
Of pieces of his scarred brain insomniac
Sleeping on a carpe diem ‘til
No diem's left to carpe
Screaming give my body back
Living off of body fat
Money in my waistband
Hustle ain’t a game plan
Maybe I should just pop a Molly first
Fuck it, I’ll be huffing on a spray can
Summoning the Day Man
Y’all ain’t even qualified for Charliework
But, you probably want to party
With a starlet in Ibiza
Like Polly wanna cracker or
Polly’s calling PETA
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper shouting onomatopoeia
‘til my people come together like
The unibrow of Frida
Well, can we get along? That
Ain’t so bloody likely
I’m analyzing every jagged angle of my psyche
So maybe I could figure out
Why ain’t nobody like me
I blame it on the fact that
There ain’t nobody like me
All it takes is a roll of
The dice or flipped quarter
For a kid born with the
Disorder of Chris Dorner
To inflict horror upon us
So switch formulas up
Or get formal attire ‘cause I
Expect to live shorter
But, I still got the strength
That my mother granted
That helped me eat the knuckle
Sandwiches and double standards
I’ll never understand the underhanded
You can play the role of Son of Sam
I’mma be the son of Sanford
You gotta choose between the
Bleeders and mosquitos
The name’s Soul Khan but my
Homie calls me Mito
To take a leisurely stroll
You got shot in the face by a demon you know
You could have saved like a dollar in change
In high school, you were the man
Now you’re a target today
My condolences, honest mistake
Every one of god’s children needs
A Glock at the waist
Wishing I could just wander in
Space like I Jonathan Frakes
I’mma play the blues ‘til
This ol’ harmonica breaks
‘cause they’re locked, loaded, lethal
On some pop goes the eagle
Itchy fingers that’ll put a
Pothole between you
But trust the Founding Fathers
Nah, fuck the Founding Fathers
‘cause they ain’t ever find a
Way to stop owning people
Now my pulse racing to the moon like Guarana
Trying to find the secret
In the Moonlight Sonata
And a few pints of lager in my run down world
While these uptown girls ask
"Have you tried Kabbalah?"
They do lines on top of the
Lucite inside of the green room
Always got a gospel to read you
Clear the cobwebs or they’re
Not gonna need you
They want something new that their
Nostril can bleed to
The Archangel of the R train
Playing on a harp made
Of pieces of his scarred brain insomniac
Sleeping on a carpe diem ‘til
No diem's left to carpe
Screaming give my body back
Living off of body fat
Money in my waistband
Hustle ain’t a game plan
Maybe I should just pop a Molly first
Fuck it, I’ll be huffing on a spray can
Summoning the Day Man
Y’all ain’t even qualified for Charliework
But, you probably want to party
With a starlet in Ibiza
Like Polly wanna cracker or
Polly’s calling PETA
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper shouting onomatopoeia
‘til my people come together like
The unibrow of Frida
Well, can we get along? That
Ain’t so bloody likely
I’m analyzing every jagged angle of my psyche
So maybe I could figure out
Why ain’t nobody like me
I blame it on the fact that
There ain’t nobody like me
All it takes is a roll of
The dice or flipped quarter
For a kid born with the
Disorder of Chris Dorner
To inflict horror upon us
So switch formulas up
Or get formal attire ‘cause I
Expect to live shorter
But, I still got the strength
That my mother granted
That helped me eat the knuckle
Sandwiches and double standards
I’ll never understand the underhanded
You can play the role of Son of Sam
I’mma be the son of Sanford
You gotta choose between the
Bleeders and mosquitos
The name’s Soul Khan but my
Homie calls me Mito