Soul Khan - Stand Strang Freestyle lyrics
[Soul Khan - Stand Strang Freestyle lyrics]
"You know, after work, I'm gonna go home
Cuddle with my loving
Wife and watch three to five
Hours of a critically-acclaimed drama
And then go to sleep"
I seen god in a felon’s hands
As a guitar playing John Cougar Mellencamp
When I asked
"What if I’ve done all that I ever can?"
He just said, "Ooh, child
You’re wrong as a weatherman"
So come around playing for the spot I’m at?
That’s a fucking downpayment on a bodybag
‘Stead of fucking up the town
Wasted in my party hat i’m on a path to lay
A foundation with the Wozniaks
I know I lollygagged but on my cardiac
I swear to y’all I’m back rushing
On my Grant Gustin to craft something
That doesn’t just vanish in a flash
A classic that’ll last
Longer than a pack of Balishag
Mr rogers that, mission control
The path I mentioned like a
Fraction of a minute ago?
Well, you might see it shimmer and glow
But not a brick of it’s gold
It’s just a lot of people piss on that road
C’mon, select a destination, if I land it
That‘s yet another step I’m taking
That they can’t Aldrin
I feel like a Van Alden
In a Mueller’s clothes
Fooling folks into thinking that I
Ain’t a damn problem
But, I’m somewhat of a rap shaman
It’ll take more than doors with blood
Of a lamb on ‘em ‘Cause this shit’s tough
As the punches of Jack Johnson
Or a mother who can’t promise her
Son that his dad wants him
If I could made the hounds of hell sit
In my House on Elm, then
Who’s been around since Bel Biv
That’ll go round for round for
This crown I melted?
Nobody like Alphonse Elric
The game is to be sold, so I’mma tell it
Relegate me to a role or
Ever label Soul a relic
You’ve been smoking coke developed
Into potent Novoselic
All your base are belong to me no appellate
Cuddle with my loving
Wife and watch three to five
Hours of a critically-acclaimed drama
And then go to sleep"
I seen god in a felon’s hands
As a guitar playing John Cougar Mellencamp
When I asked
"What if I’ve done all that I ever can?"
He just said, "Ooh, child
You’re wrong as a weatherman"
So come around playing for the spot I’m at?
That’s a fucking downpayment on a bodybag
‘Stead of fucking up the town
Wasted in my party hat i’m on a path to lay
A foundation with the Wozniaks
I know I lollygagged but on my cardiac
I swear to y’all I’m back rushing
On my Grant Gustin to craft something
That doesn’t just vanish in a flash
A classic that’ll last
Longer than a pack of Balishag
Mr rogers that, mission control
The path I mentioned like a
Fraction of a minute ago?
Well, you might see it shimmer and glow
But not a brick of it’s gold
It’s just a lot of people piss on that road
C’mon, select a destination, if I land it
That‘s yet another step I’m taking
That they can’t Aldrin
I feel like a Van Alden
In a Mueller’s clothes
Fooling folks into thinking that I
Ain’t a damn problem
But, I’m somewhat of a rap shaman
It’ll take more than doors with blood
Of a lamb on ‘em ‘Cause this shit’s tough
As the punches of Jack Johnson
Or a mother who can’t promise her
Son that his dad wants him
If I could made the hounds of hell sit
In my House on Elm, then
Who’s been around since Bel Biv
That’ll go round for round for
This crown I melted?
Nobody like Alphonse Elric
The game is to be sold, so I’mma tell it
Relegate me to a role or
Ever label Soul a relic
You’ve been smoking coke developed
Into potent Novoselic
All your base are belong to me no appellate