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Good For The Soul (Extended)
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Blu
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Yo, yeah Yeah (Yeah) Uh-huh Food for your soul, my lyricals are medicinal Third eye peripheral I see it all, leave 'em in awe even if it ain't intentional My mistakes are greater than what any fake n***a meant to do I stop the negativity and elevate in a spiritual state Something you define as a divinity God, no complex, I just stay humble Pa** me the platter, I got kush to crumble Stand tall like Mutombo, Lebron with the pen game I'm going in like I'm going insane You know my name, icon to the 80s babies Don't play me, baby, b*t*h n***as got rabies Is it me or is sh*t getting crazy? End of the days, nowadays nothing really faze me Unless it pays me, I don't even pay attention I'm about my money, that's just something I ain't gotta mention Relax and take notes Th-Th-There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Re-Relax and take notes There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Oh so you new in town? You New Edition, n***a cool it down We shoot clowns out they squad cars, bars On the block, it's the heavy metal rockstars Making cops set a n***a free when we drop bars I vanguard your pop charts You Pop Tarts, you're not hard, you popcorn You not hot, you just got warm, and got warned When them shots swarmed, ayo, keys open locked doors We shoot the truth that'll stop wars We on the block with the mom and pops at the swap store We got ours, who got yours? Blu got more, bro, hop off that Jaguar I swear I told the w**** I wasn't born a day ago Coming out the bank with dough like I robbed a baker store Black and gold like the Raiders at the Lake Show Blu start balling and your pockets got they ankles broke Damn, how you stand like a grown man? With my cash on both hands, old man Relax and take notes Th-Th-There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Re-Relax and take notes There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Step up to the problem when the mission is impossible Kick rocks, your progress gon' slump Bumps from inside of the trunk They hunker down when the artist in town I open eyes when I author the sound Why these cops never in hospital gowns? Pops' in a lot of pain now since going under the knife Streets in a lot of pain now but they been sentenced for life Well I was raised up in a white castle Obese prodigy with seven-headed Adam's apple Dragon snatched me from youth but I escaped through the booth Sniffing poisons 'til the roof of my mouth Felt like the roof of a house, insomniac, always grinding it out Not a sharp tooth left in the south So I split from the flatlands, saved myself from God's leather belt Only monsters need God's f**king help 'Cause what's praying to the sky save ya? A couple holy words spilled out on the curb 'fore they cremate ya No weed paper, forever blowed, the church of the Skypager Relax and take notes Th-Th-There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Re-Relax and take notes There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Kicking soup for your chakras, I pop off, not the vodka Got me on my Huey New', dying like a Dr. Sebi And still tryna f**k Lil' Debbie Don't judge me, I'm all about my fetti already Used to be a B-boy breakin' like the levis White tee, black leather coat, Arthur Fonzarelli Ayy, dope lyrics to DJ Machete So we serve cold cuts like a deli, medley Meals from Machiavelli to Dwele Salute to my force users until Ra**ie the last Jed-y (Jedi?) I'm a fat b*st*rd So all you lil' rap n***as get in my belly! If you slip, me, I recommend this phat Blu, Lip Put on wax like a dirty Q-tip New sh*t exclusive, iceberg'll sink a n***a cruise ship AC in the cream Tesla, that's a cool whip Relax and take notes Th-Th-There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one Re-Relax and take notes There ain't no stop-stop-stopping me One for the money, yessir, two for the show Lo-Lo-Lo-Load up the mic-mic and bust one
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