Soul Khan - Kids Today lyrics
[Soul Khan - Kids Today lyrics]
Suck my dick America
It's professor Soul Khan
With J57 on the boards, brown bag all stars
Let's give the party life
I got a feeling in my bones, fat, muscle
And skin that if I follow where the dollars
Of this country have been
It will lead me to a Maybach
Trunk load of junkies with the
Needles from the haystack
That's bundled within
Now let me say peace and
Love to my Republican friends
Cause those are words youre ain't
Allowed to utter again
See, I ain't a bipartisan
I'm a die harder-than hard left
Shark-breathed Shaman in a cardigan
Ask your girl about me
I'm a small thorough bread
With the voice of a
Lion smoking Marlboro Reds
People bugging over something that
A carpenter said but when Dr King said it he
Was shot in the head
Sorry, that's the Chuck D in me
Pause, adjust frequencies
Some are balling out
While others balling up fetally
Been spitting them fly quotes since
I was a Zygote
So either way I'm leaving out this
Bitch on the high note
You see the problem with all these kids today
Is they ain't shit so they
Ain't got shit to say
Tell your honeydip she can put her tit's away
I'm just here to give the party life
Soul Khan gives the party life
Brown Bag gives the party life
New York gives the party life
Fresh coast gives the party life
See I used to be mad, now I'm focused as hell
And my shit do stink but I
Can cope with the smell
But, I ain't gonna peep
Every ho that's looking
I wake up and sleep with a grown ass woman
Speaking of growth, please, let Pac die
Instead of yelling Makaveli playing XBox Live
Shit, my childhood pastimes are
Files on flash drives
They upload and sample like
They're channeling past lives
So they bootleg my shit on a USB
Then spend a couple Benjy's on some new SB's
Well ol' Soul Khan been
Rolling with the punches
Revenge of the nerd
Now I'm going in they lunches
I step on to a stage
And they swollen with assumptions
I set the shit aflame like
The foliage they'e puffing
Homie, it ain't nothing
I wrote this on the porcelain
So if you hate it then just
Wait until I hit record again
You see the problem with all these kids today
Is they ain't shit so they
Ain't got shit to say
Tell your honeydip she can put her tit's away
I'm just here to give the party life
Fly women give the party life
Good people give the party life
Alcoholics gives the party life
Beatnuts give the party life
Fresh Coast, what up? Lush One, what up?
Okweezy, what up?
Thank you for the invitation
It's professor Soul Khan
With J57 on the boards, brown bag all stars
Let's give the party life
I got a feeling in my bones, fat, muscle
And skin that if I follow where the dollars
Of this country have been
It will lead me to a Maybach
Trunk load of junkies with the
Needles from the haystack
That's bundled within
Now let me say peace and
Love to my Republican friends
Cause those are words youre ain't
Allowed to utter again
See, I ain't a bipartisan
I'm a die harder-than hard left
Shark-breathed Shaman in a cardigan
Ask your girl about me
I'm a small thorough bread
With the voice of a
Lion smoking Marlboro Reds
People bugging over something that
A carpenter said but when Dr King said it he
Was shot in the head
Sorry, that's the Chuck D in me
Pause, adjust frequencies
Some are balling out
While others balling up fetally
Been spitting them fly quotes since
I was a Zygote
So either way I'm leaving out this
Bitch on the high note
You see the problem with all these kids today
Is they ain't shit so they
Ain't got shit to say
Tell your honeydip she can put her tit's away
I'm just here to give the party life
Soul Khan gives the party life
Brown Bag gives the party life
New York gives the party life
Fresh coast gives the party life
See I used to be mad, now I'm focused as hell
And my shit do stink but I
Can cope with the smell
But, I ain't gonna peep
Every ho that's looking
I wake up and sleep with a grown ass woman
Speaking of growth, please, let Pac die
Instead of yelling Makaveli playing XBox Live
Shit, my childhood pastimes are
Files on flash drives
They upload and sample like
They're channeling past lives
So they bootleg my shit on a USB
Then spend a couple Benjy's on some new SB's
Well ol' Soul Khan been
Rolling with the punches
Revenge of the nerd
Now I'm going in they lunches
I step on to a stage
And they swollen with assumptions
I set the shit aflame like
The foliage they'e puffing
Homie, it ain't nothing
I wrote this on the porcelain
So if you hate it then just
Wait until I hit record again
You see the problem with all these kids today
Is they ain't shit so they
Ain't got shit to say
Tell your honeydip she can put her tit's away
I'm just here to give the party life
Fly women give the party life
Good people give the party life
Alcoholics gives the party life
Beatnuts give the party life
Fresh Coast, what up? Lush One, what up?
Okweezy, what up?
Thank you for the invitation