Soul Khan - Soulstice 4 lyrics
[Soul Khan - Soulstice 4 lyrics]
I'd go by my government name
But would that sound as real?
Noah Abraham ain't exactly got
That crowd appeal
So Mr weston, tell the people how you feel
I'm here to tread dirt on
Their network like Howard Beale
I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take it
I shake the hand the ancient man
Prayed for the rain with
You slave for the A-list to
Pay for your facelift
I put a hole in a Skrull
Then wait for the shapeshift
But, I ain't even know what I
Was in the middle of
Til I was tagging autographs in a British pub
It's so cool to say that
You don't give a fuck i give it up for the
People that don't get enough
I'm still reading every comment
That y'all ever give
But for the record, though
It's not because I'm sensitive
I don't do this shit for me
Even if I disagree i find the truth between
The positive and negative
But fuck the tomfoolery and cartoonery
You're not moving me unless you
Put a harpoon in me
Nah, don't pause that, I'm off that
I want a grown-up to show
Up whenever Mom Googles me
Cause every night when my blinds get closed
My trouble mind's frozen into nightmare poses
Sometimes I get worried that I ain't more
Than just an oversized child
With his highchair broken
My body's young but my brain's older
It's like your lil' man Soul was
The Van Gogh of the Crayolas
I stopped caring if I stayed kosher
Jehova made way more serious
Shit to pray over
I'm 40 years of desert travel
In some leather sandals
You're soft as Tevin Campbell lighting
Up a scented candle
See, if I put my foot down
It turns cement to gravel you're excited
But get frightened like Jesse Spano
We don't stop when the odds are against us
So these suckas getting dropped
From the census i have never made a single
Song for the senseless
Guilty as charged and applause
For the sentence word on the street
Billy got his shoes jacked
Til he got a new gat
Then he got his shoes back
Let me elevate how the modern dude raps
All I need is one bar like "Allahu ak-"
But would that sound as real?
Noah Abraham ain't exactly got
That crowd appeal
So Mr weston, tell the people how you feel
I'm here to tread dirt on
Their network like Howard Beale
I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take it
I shake the hand the ancient man
Prayed for the rain with
You slave for the A-list to
Pay for your facelift
I put a hole in a Skrull
Then wait for the shapeshift
But, I ain't even know what I
Was in the middle of
Til I was tagging autographs in a British pub
It's so cool to say that
You don't give a fuck i give it up for the
People that don't get enough
I'm still reading every comment
That y'all ever give
But for the record, though
It's not because I'm sensitive
I don't do this shit for me
Even if I disagree i find the truth between
The positive and negative
But fuck the tomfoolery and cartoonery
You're not moving me unless you
Put a harpoon in me
Nah, don't pause that, I'm off that
I want a grown-up to show
Up whenever Mom Googles me
Cause every night when my blinds get closed
My trouble mind's frozen into nightmare poses
Sometimes I get worried that I ain't more
Than just an oversized child
With his highchair broken
My body's young but my brain's older
It's like your lil' man Soul was
The Van Gogh of the Crayolas
I stopped caring if I stayed kosher
Jehova made way more serious
Shit to pray over
I'm 40 years of desert travel
In some leather sandals
You're soft as Tevin Campbell lighting
Up a scented candle
See, if I put my foot down
It turns cement to gravel you're excited
But get frightened like Jesse Spano
We don't stop when the odds are against us
So these suckas getting dropped
From the census i have never made a single
Song for the senseless
Guilty as charged and applause
For the sentence word on the street
Billy got his shoes jacked
Til he got a new gat
Then he got his shoes back
Let me elevate how the modern dude raps
All I need is one bar like "Allahu ak-"