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Story behind the song
I was listening to Lupe Fiasco's Food and Liquor album and it inspired me to do a poetic themed song. So I decided to do Got Soul, and did the hook right before i recorded it
Lyrics
I am the ritual deemed cynical, the individual
The rhymin pinnacle to bring the fall to common criminals
Behind my syllables is the code, captured and hidden
The Lo Rida; the ghost trapped in the rhythm
The spirit of youth, rebuke to the hearing of few
Mysterious, cool, the baron of news to clearly allude
I am the bullet shot to warn, alien from the third rock, born
Wit the intent to keep the message droppin on
I display the place of a patriot
I'm the grace of the mase to disgrace the race of an athiest
Shameless grazin of the insane pages scribbled
From my blade, it isn't written in the scriptures; it's a riddle
(Hook)
Y'all want the realness, Holla at me (I Got Soul)
I'm all bars, you all actin (I got soul)
I got rhythm, I got jazz, I got style, (I got soul)(x2)
I'm past waiting for the nearing glow
Trebled to the levels that are plastic as appear to foes
Tricks fixated, stuck on battling the lyrical
Hear my flow and get decapitated by the stereo
Fun lovable new kid, thug just what I do, this
Untouchable smoothness gun hustlers move wit
Came to roc a mic but rappers don't act right
Notes of hip hop got me trapped in the black light
MCs put their pens to rest, center in the lesser
When I hinder their defense, they can't enter in my mental depth
Intercept and send them to the dens of red
Incredulous and pensive so i sentence you to sentences
I got soul
(Hook)
Welcome all of y'all to my safe sanctum
Where the watermelons grow and the bass stay numb
Let's step up to the throne, I'm the next to be
Soul especially, my flow is defiantly made blazed up
I spurred the gold, learned my soul despersin quo
And now i smil like the truth to be; the music king who earned the throne
Labled whack spitter in black discrimants
Back and risen, plan is vivid when you try to act deciduous
I ain't got time on my hands to live it, so alas my images
I just let em bask in ignorance
Enemies of ready sent, impending thee who now descend
Intrepidly you render them so rest in peace to many men
(Hook)
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