Lyrics:
[ Interlude ]
Feeling some type of way
Damn I can wait for sunlight to catch a break
The tunnel vision might crack away
Mom's wonder why her son
on steaks! Cleans nylons! Small craft warnings! It's great for the home! The office! On fruits!
[Bad Conscience:] This is the real you, Jeff. Rip off a few
to consume what I gained, Protect my
Soul from the heat, protect my soul from the heat. Is a re
Frain I repeat. Another tactical retreat for my soul
To keep
nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with Muggs
What it is
Sen Dog!
Keep it real gangster
the spot fed
In the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls
Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle
I bundle, amongst you cold mother-uckers
What will it profit a man if he gains the whole word, and looses his own soul?
What will you give in exchange for your soul
Save our soul ohh
You
out all the thoughts I
Don't need
Come back, I'll show you who I am for real
This time, all of you fight with me
If I try to reach you, you'll be
fields of cotton, grandma called me for chow,
Was my childhood real?
Bridge
Well, hallelujah, so damn good . . .
Hallelujah,
Chorus
Love is . . .
the script,
No fan fiction.
Heat when real meets with raw
Makes friction.
My souls ill,
Hip-hops' my prescription.
Mc that's my current condition
To unique
real proud, make the whole world sing
But I'm a' do it right, the way you taught me
Can't sell my soul for gold
Cause God already bought me
You always
preachers when I run into fools
Raw & uncut, no hooks or interludes
Like when my dicks up your cunt with my seeds in her inner tubes
I do this for
tonight, a real woman tonight
One that holds you tight
Don't you put up a fight now, honey
A real woman tonight
Even you don't know what's good for you
All
don't need
Anything not meant for me
'Cause I believe yes, I believe
When it's meant to be then it will be
I've been getting high by my lonely
Everybody
too
You don't admit it in interviews
But all that tough talk and biteless bark on interludes is pitiful
Schitical's ambition's to give it
don't know about that come on take my hand see if it wasn't for soul and the psychedelics there wouldn't be techno or trip hop or acid jazz it all came
Rocking the mic, Speaking my soul
Building on life, Lost in the sound
Found in my words, Touch by the source
Live from the mind, Represent all
almost if the things are real and a
He's the man you heard what I said
He got a little glasses and a big forehead, HAHA
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince for
But Willie got there first
The rhymes were already written
The rhythm laid down by the band
The melodies already been brought to life by the piano
ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my s*** and hidin' it
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Why all di dutty n**** dem
gangsters pray for they soul when they get up
You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up
Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box
In a spot where
there's no cease and desist
Rags to the rags we're all cheat by the rich
Lookin for adventure, now I wanna end it
Doom it to the excess, I gathered up
Thank you for believe in me
Our love will never hurt
Bridge
But when the key turns
And the room is filled by your soul
Heaven opens, letting a ray
and up
Only
It's that real
For now go up you dig
I got them
brain examines light, my soul predicts the interlude
Synapse I play the the back while feeling out a stronger vision
Dont facilitates the dance on lines
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