Soul Khan - The Voice lyrics
[Soul Khan - The Voice lyrics]
Well this time I got a different grudge
Like a hit man with a
List that's written in blood
I understand the man sam kinison was
Infuriated by the things these idiots love
I used to never lace my timberlands up
Til I stumbled down to reality
With a sickening thud
My nose bloody, nobody giving a fuck
And the stars silent like
I wasn't wishing enough
Opportunity's a stripper
You can tip her a buck
But without the scrilla
No permission to touch
This is the kind of drum line
That reminds me of group home
Nodding while I'm polishing a
Pile of chewed bones
This ain't the battle rapper with
The file that you know
Soul about to turn your oldest child to juno
Astounded I'm allowed within a
Mile of school zones
I'm not a stick in the mud
I am your tombstone
This is the voice that made a
Frightened boy into a man
This is the voice that led her to
Me so we'd join in hands
This is the voice that creates
Violence or slays tyrants
And taken me as far as any voyage can
Soul Khan
I take the blunt approach as
If I was under oath
Got my balls and my word
Shorty you can suck 'em both
Buck 'em with a thunderbolt and funnel coke
Into any hipster honey hungry
With a scummy throat
That's outlandish
But damn it if I'm wifing 'em though
Had a true love, but truth was
My mind couldn't hold
Enough space for her and music
Wouldn't let it turn abusive
Sort of like a castration
Had to lighten the load
What, am I supposed to wave and bow
For the little paper that I'm making now?
Hold on just a second while I take account
Of the costs and benefit's
While I fondly reminisce
Of dreams of eating geena davis out
I developed in a cellar
Like I'm sloth fratelli
Now I'm elegant as pegasuses on pirellis
I prefer to Kill a Mockingbird to Machiavelli
So that explains why this kid's
The sickest, yo, I'm sorry, telly
Like a hit man with a
List that's written in blood
I understand the man sam kinison was
Infuriated by the things these idiots love
I used to never lace my timberlands up
Til I stumbled down to reality
With a sickening thud
My nose bloody, nobody giving a fuck
And the stars silent like
I wasn't wishing enough
Opportunity's a stripper
You can tip her a buck
But without the scrilla
No permission to touch
This is the kind of drum line
That reminds me of group home
Nodding while I'm polishing a
Pile of chewed bones
This ain't the battle rapper with
The file that you know
Soul about to turn your oldest child to juno
Astounded I'm allowed within a
Mile of school zones
I'm not a stick in the mud
I am your tombstone
This is the voice that made a
Frightened boy into a man
This is the voice that led her to
Me so we'd join in hands
This is the voice that creates
Violence or slays tyrants
And taken me as far as any voyage can
Soul Khan
I take the blunt approach as
If I was under oath
Got my balls and my word
Shorty you can suck 'em both
Buck 'em with a thunderbolt and funnel coke
Into any hipster honey hungry
With a scummy throat
That's outlandish
But damn it if I'm wifing 'em though
Had a true love, but truth was
My mind couldn't hold
Enough space for her and music
Wouldn't let it turn abusive
Sort of like a castration
Had to lighten the load
What, am I supposed to wave and bow
For the little paper that I'm making now?
Hold on just a second while I take account
Of the costs and benefit's
While I fondly reminisce
Of dreams of eating geena davis out
I developed in a cellar
Like I'm sloth fratelli
Now I'm elegant as pegasuses on pirellis
I prefer to Kill a Mockingbird to Machiavelli
So that explains why this kid's
The sickest, yo, I'm sorry, telly