Soul Khan, Marv Won - Thunder In Paradise lyrics
[Soul Khan, Marv Won - Thunder In Paradise lyrics]
"Romeo told Juliet
Something that she would never forget
To show he loved her"
What up Soul? Killas
I am the incredible marvin Wonderful
I came up off Redman and De La
I am Hip-Hop's bad guy, so say "Hi!"
(What up) and I've become so anti
That I don't even like my own rhymes
I am one of the few left
Been put to that true test
Stood in a circle of rappers
And screamed out "Who's next?"
(Who's next, nigga?)
I done seen Frost get slapped
Bruce Leeing these niggas cause
Bars don't hit back
But, I do, coming up I knew
That I would be poetry in the flesh
I'm literally a haiku ill bars
Detroit, what? I know what I said
That's the slogan 'Pac knew
Yeah, what up Ice
My sixteens is real cocky, they cut up nice
I was the shit before MOB
Dance with Teflon for my fame like MOP
Killas
Well it's the glory of the Lord comin'
To save these poor youngin's
Too hard to sell out now
So they just storefrontin'
Plus the baby girl tasty as a corn muffin
The ass looking like she using
It to store somethin'
I'm taking my lumps together
With the triumphs
But every bird gotta learn how to fly once
So whether I fumble the ascension
I still eventually rise above the
Height where I climbed from
Y'all get to run around like NASCAR racers
While I stack long paper like
The rap Don Draper rip with every step
I will grant y'all prayers
I am Benny the Jet to you sandlot players
This a sermon y'all been
Yearnin' an eternity for
Since y'all were hurlin' up your
Gerbers in maternity wards
Oh shit, time's up, so sincerely yours
This the homie Soul Khan
With the earnings report
Something that she would never forget
To show he loved her"
What up Soul? Killas
I am the incredible marvin Wonderful
I came up off Redman and De La
I am Hip-Hop's bad guy, so say "Hi!"
(What up) and I've become so anti
That I don't even like my own rhymes
I am one of the few left
Been put to that true test
Stood in a circle of rappers
And screamed out "Who's next?"
(Who's next, nigga?)
I done seen Frost get slapped
Bruce Leeing these niggas cause
Bars don't hit back
But, I do, coming up I knew
That I would be poetry in the flesh
I'm literally a haiku ill bars
Detroit, what? I know what I said
That's the slogan 'Pac knew
Yeah, what up Ice
My sixteens is real cocky, they cut up nice
I was the shit before MOB
Dance with Teflon for my fame like MOP
Killas
Well it's the glory of the Lord comin'
To save these poor youngin's
Too hard to sell out now
So they just storefrontin'
Plus the baby girl tasty as a corn muffin
The ass looking like she using
It to store somethin'
I'm taking my lumps together
With the triumphs
But every bird gotta learn how to fly once
So whether I fumble the ascension
I still eventually rise above the
Height where I climbed from
Y'all get to run around like NASCAR racers
While I stack long paper like
The rap Don Draper rip with every step
I will grant y'all prayers
I am Benny the Jet to you sandlot players
This a sermon y'all been
Yearnin' an eternity for
Since y'all were hurlin' up your
Gerbers in maternity wards
Oh shit, time's up, so sincerely yours
This the homie Soul Khan
With the earnings report