Lyrics
(Soul One-Hear Me Speak) ..18 BARS
(Soul One-Anyway U Want It)...12 BARS
jeah,,u kno how good this rap shit makes me feel right...
and i aint even hit the stage yet..
ayo ayo
bring me back to my womb,blood i started as a fetus
never pictured id be lost hearing me threw these speakers
im buzzin like a beeper wit these popular demands
fans love to shake the hand of the man they understand
im properly poetic and poetically a poet
they procrasinate my flow, its beautiful, i notice
im feelin good this year, its fresh right here
aint got them new shoes, but im blessed right here
aint got no shiny grill or sum ice up on my chest
i got a mind full of words,try to spit em out the best
wont confess fo my sins, people gotta understand
everybody makes mistakes, gota wash ur own hands
ima a new born man,and a fan to tha best
R.I.P.. ILL WILL,PAC,BIGGY , no mo stress
my presence aint fake,im a KING , blood deep
spitten verses in my sleep, aint nevrous, im too deep
so deep i sleep beneath,in a basement wit a myke
with a page and pen, sit in silence and i write
spitten violent threw the myke,metaphors beyond war
beyond a bloody vagina, or a crab covered whore
im the sickest to think, these iller species, typa lines
ive commited cold crime, cold streets, i spit fine
spit threw citys cross da world, but home is where i be
u can find me up north in my basement in the v
and yall fakes will never see the true element of rap
ima spit until i suffer, then ill write, till i collapse
and ill never be a quitta ,even if my album flops
ima still drop the facts ,beyond this, beyond the cops
and these blocks is too safe, too silent, too perfect
its like sumthing mus be wrong or aint nuthin really worth it
im a problem to the system, teacher and cop visions
always trying to overule , im replyin when im spitten
and ill never let em take me, fo a fake, or a wannabe
my future is rap so i kno im a gunnabe
sumthin, i aint frontin, shits discustin in my brain
teaching fans bout my pain to be placed in this game
dont mistake me fo a slave, nah im elegantly blessed
its *KG*.....spitten deep and..so fresh...
-ANYWAY U WANT IT-*beat change*
ayo i take this shit serious
YALL can take this how you WANT IT just accept it like you NEED IT
dont feel FO ME ,feel for all the slaves who use to BLEED IT
AYO dont get me WRONG ,i know i aint the nigga to JUDGE
but i aint the right CRACKA, guess i gotta a hold a GRUDGE
fo the past and the present, fo the future and its BENEFIT
what the fuck will i become ,will i be prone, to proper EDICATE
they speak like ANYTHING is possible,like the obvious is WAITING
i keep ANTICIPATING lies , debating truth while im AGING
and im CHANGING every DAY ,every HOUR, to tha TICKA
we all watch theTIME pass,nobody pauses TIME ,nigga
cant no prophet spit this ILLA ,rep CHINCHILLA ,or MINK
cant no prophet stare DeeP into a corpse and not BLINK
AKA not even SEE , VISUALIZE, PICTURE, GAZE
i leave mc's lost fo DAYS ,following PrInTs to my GRAVE
and my PrInTs to the STAGE where i spit with no CROWD
jus a LIGHT and a MYKE, and my chair ,where i CROUCH
i aint leaving RAP ALONE, RAPS gon take ME ,to my THRONE
the only place wherr i BELONG ,my only propa, true HOME
poor some liquer fo the ONES, you done lost ,threwout ya LIFE
friends ya had to SACRIFICE , to the lord ,JESUS CHRIST
we all in the zone TONIGHT, DrEaMiN bout, makin DOUGH
but i barely ever DrEaM,ever sleep, no control
you can get it how u want it, have it however u need it
i BREATH , EAT and SLEEP it, desperatly i truly BLEED it
*EMBASSADOR ENT*
