Soul Khan - Proof of Life #1 lyrics

I’m here to inform you the formula
You’re bottle-fed’s by definition as bunk as
A top and a bottom bed
As far as what they stand on
 most of these folks ain’t got a leg
I guess that’s why that my closest
Homies are quadrupeds
More than a couple tunes are
Coming through this quarter
Record some others too
Coordinates coming soon
The pressure’s on me like a bloody wound
‘Cause you either on the cutting edge or
On the floor of the cutting room
Really rolled through the bruises
Through the knots and the welts
Hematomas, contusions due to times
That I fell but rather than stumble away to
The lodge with the elks
I’ma have to double the weight that’s
On my quads and my delts that’s why
I will excel in any space that I fill
While the data reveals that your
Only column is ‘L’
Man, Soul a dude that they
Would follow to Hell
So every joint feels overdue
Like abolishing bail
If I catch y’all sleeping
Well then Sonnez les matines i was bred
Bread top seeded like a loaf of semolina
But still keep it humble
Rubbing shoulders with amoebas
Sipping moonshine brewed by
Thelonious and Mingus
When I was gutting houses that
Were moldy from Katrina
I’d seen the world’s crueler
So even if your tumor
Never grows a centimetre
Where there’s smoke, there’s emphysema
I just hope your dream defies the
Odds like Bulma and Vegeta
Don’t let the loneliness defeat you
If not for your sake
Then the homies that’ll need you