Текст, перевод и аккорды “Soul Power”
- [Intro] Yeah, for the world! Keep going so you can(yo you can rock on) We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on) We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on) We keep going [Verse 1] Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed I hustle at a speed between greed and need On the streets where intuition and weed are breed Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip(q) In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ You the Ray J Of this rap world I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky Grand like Auto Theft 3 Style so developed the law cant arrest me You walk with blood on your shirt Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do And bleed thru the needle with truth That needs no preview to proof its in the people And how they react still in the business of smacking Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites attract my mind state is black Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap [Verse 2] Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols I spit thru gang wars and strange doors Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war I see niggaz with flags who they waving them for? I'm the nigga that you put the chain on the door for The nigga that you started changing the laws for Orator of hard-core and more My raps the portal for the blue collar Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars I'd rather listen to silence then you holla Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy For truth your a decoy Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy I fall down and get up like Don McClerken Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm trerkin Break it down like herb The nympho of info I'm fucking what you heard You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge Get your own you see its like home grown herb black economics The people we serve with Soul Power
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