Soul Khan - Minyan lyrics
[Soul Khan - Minyan lyrics]
I heard their chitter chatter like
"Soul be acting foul"
All holier than thou while they
Hold the golden cow no minerals or vitamins
That ain't gonna feed ya
We live in an environment
Where Rap is anesthesia
So don't be afraid of what I'm offering you
I just got a couple questions
Like I'm audio two
Like what's it gonna take for me
To be the top billa?
But what's the fucking point if I
Can never work with Dilla?
We went from true schooling it
To just YouTubing it
Fuck your website and the
Assholes that Googled it
I want to make music and them panties drop
But leave the braindead chickens
At the candyshop you see I ain't the kind of
Dude that they sweat so hard
I push a 2009 yellow Metrocard
And if I'm talking 'bout you
Then bless your stars
Cause if you don't face the truth
Then you get no scars
From cuts to bruises, my flesh is a road map
Between then and now and I
Wish I could go back
To the little kid that always
Had the biggest mouth
And say, "I know it's hard
But, you really gotta stick it out"
One, two, three, Mississippi
Four, five, come on, get with me
Six, seven, heaven won't lift me
Eight, nine lives for the shifty
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
It's like ten times a day I play the janitor
Sweeping up the stairway to
Heaven clutching the banister
And each step's a mile high
So I ascend with deep breaths and wild
Eyes and never lose my stamina
Whether God exists or is just a fraud or myth
He better tell me what to build
Before the fucking water shifts
I was named for my
Grandmother's very young brother
Who was shot and buried with
Others in various clusters
He was slain at sixteen
So while you play with sixteens
I'mma always hold it down for
The weight of his dreams
Painting lush hopes with brush strokes
As thick as curvaceous hips
And praying when it dries
It's as lovely as their nakedness
I ain't ever made a
Switch like autotune abusers
This is 1995 colliding with the future
Maybe I ain't got the kind of
Style that you're used to fuck it
I've been writing since the
Crying of the rooster wake the fuck up
"Soul be acting foul"
All holier than thou while they
Hold the golden cow no minerals or vitamins
That ain't gonna feed ya
We live in an environment
Where Rap is anesthesia
So don't be afraid of what I'm offering you
I just got a couple questions
Like I'm audio two
Like what's it gonna take for me
To be the top billa?
But what's the fucking point if I
Can never work with Dilla?
We went from true schooling it
To just YouTubing it
Fuck your website and the
Assholes that Googled it
I want to make music and them panties drop
But leave the braindead chickens
At the candyshop you see I ain't the kind of
Dude that they sweat so hard
I push a 2009 yellow Metrocard
And if I'm talking 'bout you
Then bless your stars
Cause if you don't face the truth
Then you get no scars
From cuts to bruises, my flesh is a road map
Between then and now and I
Wish I could go back
To the little kid that always
Had the biggest mouth
And say, "I know it's hard
But, you really gotta stick it out"
One, two, three, Mississippi
Four, five, come on, get with me
Six, seven, heaven won't lift me
Eight, nine lives for the shifty
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
It's like ten times a day I play the janitor
Sweeping up the stairway to
Heaven clutching the banister
And each step's a mile high
So I ascend with deep breaths and wild
Eyes and never lose my stamina
Whether God exists or is just a fraud or myth
He better tell me what to build
Before the fucking water shifts
I was named for my
Grandmother's very young brother
Who was shot and buried with
Others in various clusters
He was slain at sixteen
So while you play with sixteens
I'mma always hold it down for
The weight of his dreams
Painting lush hopes with brush strokes
As thick as curvaceous hips
And praying when it dries
It's as lovely as their nakedness
I ain't ever made a
Switch like autotune abusers
This is 1995 colliding with the future
Maybe I ain't got the kind of
Style that you're used to fuck it
I've been writing since the
Crying of the rooster wake the fuck up