Soul Khan - Lost Ones Freestyle lyrics

Yo what up it's Soul Khan
And I have officially stopped fucking around

Somebody told me not to rap on this
And now it's time to teabag 'em
With my sack on this
And since the money coming hand over fist
My lips work like a strip search
That's how I get the pants off chicks
I spit something that can split lumber
You spit like the instructor of a dick sucker
I used to spend summers
With older folks with their skin numbered
That taught me you can die under the
Same sun that you live under
I never envy what you're salivating over
Cause talk is cheap y'all sweet
As Alizé and soda
I'm here to uplift and show 'em
How to make a chauffeur
In to a superstar maneuvering
A Talladega motor
The one and only ugly lonely
With a cup of Stoli
Its nothing for me cause you
Phony like a stuffed pierogi
And I will gladly do the same
To all your other homies
So call me daddy well at least
That's how your mother know me

Step up to me and I axe off one
You might win some, but you just got sonned

Since BIG became Poppa and you
Grave robbers say nada
I rain lava like I'm Dante's Peak
Y'all make me detest you
In the iPod of every train rider nowadays
I can't sleep

Still I leave a different
Seed In each vicinity
My voice got 'em thinking he need a ministry
They peep the similes and realize
I am the greatest breakthrough since
Adam took Eve's virginity

I ain't the distraught kinda cat to complain
I spit the fat shit that
Had chickens chanting the name
Of Doctor Atkins
My rasp it attach to their brains
Who the fuck is Soul Khan
Should I have to explain?

You better add me to the
List of Your Highnesses
Or I'mma get up all up in your sinuses
Matter fact
Add up all the pluses and the minuses
Of followin' my silences
You scrawlin' on papyruses and
Swallowin' your biases
It's obvious I have been crossing the line
To be the next dude to turn the water to wine

Acting like the iceman 'till you get Top Gun
You might win some but you just got sonned