[DEC.27.2005]: tight lyrics,laidback,mid flow..
*KING PRODz*
SOUL ONE
..aint got no band..my names King, rap names Soul One..im not rappin to be rich, altho i'd obviously love that shit, im spitten fo everybody who has emotions wether it be anger, happiness, love or grieving over death. I spit so you people can hear my emotion, my state of mind, its what i do, been writin poems since i was like 7..and lyrically i dont write no bullshit, i write my mind how im feelin at that time, wats around me and wat not....so listen deep and pay attention to tha lyrics..dont jus peep my beats n shit..listen... one
Story behind the song
-it was like 2 in the mornin, jus finished cheefin and chillen wit peoples, had my mind focused on the studio wanted a deep grimey tone to it..
Lyrics
They Wanna Know
*intro*
this right here...is prophecy music
akademique white collar clean cut music
..you muthafuckaz got me in the zone
they wanna kno -bout my rap game,how i keep it happenin
rappin on these beats again, sinnin threw da speakers ,chea
i fight daily, jus to hold my reputation
a rapper wit sum patience, knawledge got u hatin
its beef u keep tastin waking up in cold swets
wit the heater on ,blast, and u aint smoke no cigarets
u bed wet, u pussy, u dont kno about my raps
u dont kno how i do crime then go clean and relax
u dont kno how i spit deep,memerize like erry verse
revelations , bring the curse, jesus christ the re birth
on the cross so it hurts fo the man and myself
i watched god do his business in my dreams fo wealth
now in stealth i creep the streets haunting over beats
eating while i speak and shitten while i free
in position,people listen, i need my respect
if i dont get by 06 ima up anotha step...one
they wanna know, bout my rap game
they wanna know, bout my rap game
they wanna know, how i flow yo
they wanna know,bout the dough yo
they wanna know ,bout the rap game
they wanna know,bout the rap game
they wanna know-how i get mine,spit lines,daily
ima sicka then a patient like sumbody needs to pay me
operation save me,go and gossip bout my flow
let sumbody hear my songs,try to make a lil dough
im on a myke in my basement , 2 oclock in da mornin
i jus blazed a dub and i cant stop yawnin
microphone zonin, im roamin threw the beat
catch me roamin up the street ready fo the beef
steady wit the cheefin, i doo's it in the evenin
and early in da mornin, befo im even speakin
steady smokin ,chokin lyrics out my dome daily
im sicka then a virus so fa sho u gots to pay me
fo my demo, fo my cuts, fo these tracks u hearin
fo the mc's in my city that nobody be hearin
im here mofucka and im here to rep
705 this is property respect..chea
*outro*
chea..errybody wants to kno
wants a piece of my mind
wants to see wat im seein
and hold wat im holdin
.....listen
*KING PRODUCTIONz*
