Yo, the soul provider
Got a lot on the skillet
Grillin' it hard boiled, charcoal fillin' the dark villain
And the light skinded niggas disguised
My mind's sickening
Define vicious written in rhymes
Times 10 it
To describe how my line's ending
Your fine imprint
Scribe through your mind's index
My line chin-checks and shine through you blind existance
The sun syndicate
Fattest biggie with no pun intended
(no pun intended to live)
I pick up where we slid and run illest
'til I buckle and become winded
And all the air from out my lungs
Slips into the sky like weed smoke
My peoples need hope, and I'm the one with it
The soul provider
Cold as fire, hot as ice
Rock the mic 'til I retire die the son of christ
Becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain
One curtain left
And I'ma die with my gun bursting
Son cursing 'til I must become one with the earth
Heaven and hell I conquer which ever comes first
Know to rebel
My soul a la mode
(uh, say it again) my soul a la mode
(a la mode)
The soul provider

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Sacred living
Sinning like you can't forgive him
Suspending time with my time spent
Rhyming about nonsense
Like saving religion
Drink sipping letting my mind spin
Thinking about my mom and pops
How they designed this nigga
Mix of al green and 'pac
Rock the soul tracks rapping about surviving on the block
Black top, asphalt talk
Walking through the fire like a soul provider
Poppa made a dope rhymer
I'm a ghetto nigga sipping liquor in pajamas
Not old enough to rock clubs, but still do
Will soul provide I gotta ill crew
(yes)
And best believe they with me in the city like sex
Metropolitan connects, plus the steel crew still do dirt
Baggy jeans and my ill blue shirt
Feeling fresh, yes
While ex queue the keys
I'ma ease through your soul like you're blowing trees
Best believe the soul provider

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Yo, I flow krypton
Knock your superman off his feet with his kicks on
Niggas keep my shit on repeat
And no matter which song I get on
I shit on beats, pull out my dick and take a piss on trees
I'm raw dogging it, look
My rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine
So any mic that I find, I got the right to be hogging it
Talking shit, loud mouth, wilding out starting it
Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
So pardon if my talking is slurred
Pants sagging, hands grabbing on my nuts
Clutch sparking my herb
Relaxed lingo
Beef low, ghetto as black bingo
Redefine the the line of rap singles
The soul provider
Hold the mic and open fire
Drop my nuts, I give a fuck about a pro hire
The new pete and c. l. was exile and b-l
We bang jeeps to break beats, blaze trees and females
You ain't me
Its the s-0, u-l pro-vide your mind
With a west coast soul vibe
Uh, its the s-o, u-l pro-vide your mind
With a west coast soul vibe
Yeah, the soul provider