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def manic – we got the soul lyrics

[verse 1]

smooth cat, 3 in the morning ima just get it,
these f-cken haters waking up just to smell it,
got the bacon for breakfast, bit of eggs in there too,
they say we got the jazz but yeah we kickin it too,
so i gotta stand back and just flip it, and rip it,
making her strip it, and did it, windows are tinted, so
i know you feel it,
i tried to do this sh-t 3 times over,
been 3 months sober but i’m still on my sheen sh-t,
and i get to the back,
flaunt with the mac,
always gotta f-ck when i rap,
’cause i wanna be myself and never mess with a jag,
cds turned to vinyl so much cl-ssic in it,
as long as my baby winnin’,
this lonely road harder, jay z to sean carter,
used to love h.e.r.,
still do with some common sense and a vcr,
slowly stacking a car,
house of blues just tryna make this lil dream come
true,
while i keep on going and start persisting, -ssisting
addressing the dissin, don’t wanna see prison, or any
system, that wanna take me inside,
man i gotta do this sh-t like doe or die and i’m tryna
meet my ends,
with these lil bends in life,
cruise through in the benz with all the custom lights,
middle of the night, blurry eyed vizualising red and
blue so,
i hope it never comes,
not enough ugks and puns, for hip hop to be ever really
fun, c’mon.

[chorus]

we got the soul (what!)
we got the jazz (what!)
we got the soul (what!)
we got the jazz
(what you got?!)
we got the soul
(what you got?!)
we got the soul
(what you got?!)
we got the soul
(what you got?!)
we got the soul (repeated 2x)

[verse 2]

we got the jazz, i’m sorry tribe had to say it,
my words are strong so i proceed to take a step back
and spray it,
reading magazines that all my idols used to be on,
it’s gotta be done, but hate playing this new sh-t that
she on,
finished graduating man dhs life,
diamond high society always just living the strife,
and i just learned to sit back comfortably,
impatiently, hate to overcompensate and really rush
this sh-t,
retrospect man we only living it once in life,
my past creep the radio playing some phife and i hope
i’m right,
so many people take the positive and kill the mood,
making it awkward for everybody else in the room,
c’mon, beats by the doctor got the real vibe,
put your hands up if you admit that you ever lied,
hip hop nowadays makes it really hard to ride,
if i ever fell it means i never really f-cken tried
c’mon.

[chorus]

- def manic lyrics

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