blu exile – so(ul) amazin’ (steel blazin’) lyrics
from the soul y’all
yo, the soul provider
got a lot on the skillet
grillin’ it hard boiled,
charcoal fillin’
the dark villain and the light skinned n-gg-s disguised
my mind’s sickening
define vicious written in rhymes, times tens-it
to describe how my line’s ending
your fine imprint described through your mind’s index
my line chin-checks and shine through your blinds, instant
fat as biggie with no pun intended
; no pun intended to live
i pick up where we slid and run illest ’til i buckle and become winded
and all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke
my peoples need hope, and i’m the one with it
the soul provider; cold as fire, hot as ice
rock the mic ’til i retire; die, the son of christ
becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain
one curtain left and i’mma die with my gun burstin’
son cursing ’til i must become one with the earth
heaven and h-ll i conquer, which ever comes first
known to rebel, my soul a la mode
my soul a la mode
i’m a hit you with the words that’ll make ya soul vibe
it’s so amazin’ and still blazin’, from the soul y’all
i’m a hit you with the words that’ll make ya soul vibe
cause i know i got that soul
sinning like you can’t forgive him
suspending time with my time spent rhyming about nonsense
drink sippin’, letting my mind spin
thinking about my mom and pops, how they designed this n-gg-
mix of al green and ‘pac
rock the soul tracks rapping about surviving on the block
black top, asphalt talk
walking through the fire like a soul provida’
poppa made a dope rhymer
i’m a ghetto n-gg- sipping liquor in pajamas
not old enough to rock clubs, but still do
i gotta ill crew
and best believe they with me in the city like s-x
metropolitan connects, plus the steel crew still do dirt
ill blue shirt
while ex’ queue the keys
i’mma ease through your soul like you’re blowing trees
best believe the soul provider
yo, i flow krypton
knock your superman off his feet with his kicks on
n-gg-s keep my sh-t on repeat
and no matter which song i get on
i sh-t on beats,
pull out my d-ck and take a p-ss on trees
i’m raw d-gg-ng it, look
my rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine
so any mic that i find, i got the right to be hogging it
talking sh-t, loud mouth, wilding out starting it
alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
so pardon if my talking is slurred
pants sagging, hands grabbing on my nuts
clutch sparking my herb
relaxed lingo, beef low, ghetto as black bingo
redefine the the line of rap singles
the soul provida’ hold the mic and open fire
drop my nuts, i give a f-ck about a pro hire
the new pete and c.l. was exile and b-l
we bang jeeps to break beats, blaze trees and females
you ain’t me
its the s-o, u-l pro-vide your mind
with a west coast soul vibe
uh, its the s-o, u-l pro-vide your mind
with a west coast soul vibe
yeah, the soul provider
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