soul khan - soulstice 5 lyrics
if my throat could hit them notes, i could have been wanyá
i feel as though i’m at the silverdome to lift andre
soy muy rico, but never been suave
i eat a pound of uncooked rice and spit sake
so folks asking where’s soul at
it’s been a whole year, he dropped no tracks
but they don’t ask why my bones jabbed
against my skin or why i ain’t playing phone tag
well, my phone had this notepad
and this notepad had a note that
i wrote that lists the pros and cons
of taking my life with my own hands
what a rochambeau to the gonads
not to beat a dead horse to the bone fragments
but i learned that being my own man’s
more than just not being my old man
where the hell you been?
if i told you, then you’d bellevue me
this what happens when you tell truman
you stealth view him
ain’t started from the bottom but i fell through it
you said that my pen is a gift
well, so was elliott smith’s, so that don’t help me a bit
if they find my body with a belt looped
around my neck cause i ain’t get my wellbutrin
back then thought i’d get that milli
i guess that’s just that sendak in me
cause now i’m more grown up than kev and winnie
but i ain’t blown up yet like wedge antilles
i don’t do it for delf, i’mma spread that philly
friends and family gotta spend that with me
step back give me a little room to exist
cause i ain’t moving an inch, brought a bedpan with me
need a day to myself like rex manning
because i’m up to my neck as that redman image
on dare iz a dark and i’m scared if i stop
everywhere that i walk is a dead man’s ceiling
and a pump action up in the trunk can’t fix it
got the funk, can’t fib it; y’all are just fan fiction
got one hand gripping on the rug that’s lifting
under from them slipping with their stunt mans ‘n em
this is not a come back
i’m just todd smith on his mama said knock shit
y’all get ungiven f-cks and crickets
tell your cut man this’ll be a blood baptism
you’d say he’s the best
if i beat my chest
’til no beats are left
can i decompress?
life isn’t gonna sleep a sec
similar to white sniffers with a cheap connect
what’d you do on your worst day? you soul searched
what’d you get for your birthday? two ulcers
you poachers move closer
and my reaction’ll turn your kneecaps to coasters
came outta my coma hard to k!ll
so y’all gon’ feel
like the player on my poster
getting dunked on
if you’re thinking i’m wrong
you can take it up with bofa
gotta deal with them salty feelings
like kel with the l that he caught from kenan
ghost got him with gospel reading
i chose the om shanti and nostril breathing
i fought my demons since ra’s al ghul
and y’all can see it in the way i grew
so i could never be the pepe la peu
type to say i do and then say adieu
what deja vu! is that a face i knew?
wait, ain’t i you?
are you an a.i. too?
cause you say sky, and they say cielo
but that doesn’t mean that it ain’t azul
i got a way with words
sometimes that’s how i got away with words
the kind that stains the earth with blood
and that ain’t something that entertainment’s
nobody owes me their forgiveness
but i hope that you know that i’m listening
when you say that if you were gone
nobody would notice the difference
but you’re so wrong
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