Soul Clap
Quelle: Spotify
Thanks everybody, bout to bring that old shit back
Can I get a soul clap c’mon
Can I get a soul clap c’mon
Can I get a soul clap c’mon
Soul music, y'all c'mon
The world just got smaller indeed, post-introduction of Jean
Most of you stuck in the lean, I walk tall with it
Head-high, gravity apparent, shoes match gear when it can
This is the new blues music, catch in ya ear damn
I'm not model, Rosario Dawson Stalin even even nostrils
But this flu is fluid, and the pen is hostile
Anything’s possible, follow like your sinner apostles
Niggas stop joshin me, your luck like the lottery
I work like your fathers fathers did, tellin you stories bout the olden days
Lovin in gold chains, trapped the glowin names
Plaques aren’t frozen, ya plaques aren’t holdin me back
I rock this moment like a low-life throw out the back
Rippin off your tags with the rubber-bands, I'm gunnin' man
Video music jocks cue box call my number, can't
I wanna dance again, Sam play the music man
Your advance and warnins are doin I tour the land
Those spots that don't even have a sound system
I get around this music vision like pocket n fill em
I'm bout to spark like rambo on third rail
Disrespect you'll burn, I'll spit I'm heavy as hell
Haha shi I can't keep pretendin like we aint even there!
Sneak up on y'all, assasin, robbin' ya house, listen
I love New York circa '94
Before everything changed
I'm a purist to this day
But Jeans a different sort of rapper
Know the hooks are longer
I know that no ones really listening
my position stronger
I woulda left y'all, but then I made a right turn
Like fuck it I'ma fight more
No rest til the best is girls
I climb through the ranks of this, Actin cantacerous
Maxxin banks catherin needs some bang hours for plannin this
You cant understand it
Grae needs a soundscan
Youre playin with a layer of what really holds us down, man
Sleepin on a player that's harder, thats the heart of the game
Partin the ego I'm sayin is harder than y'alls first reappin
What are y'all hippies, Y'all keep recyclin shit
I keep knife on my hip, Slice you right off your clitch
I like music, but I love hip-hop
Get shot down like I'm firin at cops, And I'm still here
Y'all gonna love me or what
(I can run away and leave you standing)
I would love to, but I cant
This shit is my life man, stop playin' with me!
C'mon, bring hip hop back
We're gonna make it happen, I gotta do somethin
This is not backpack, This is just me rappin
So don't categorize me- fuck go on, criticize me
Cuz you don't know better, I'm a leader of a
Revolutionary, very necessary millenium-salt-n-pepa by-myself movement
Plus majors are losin'
Household improvements,
Jean learns what she can
Picks it up, keeps it moving'
Trust I know what I'm doing
And the shows aint hurting,
So I know that I'm working with good music
Stop tryna separate us
See, I can bang to the clubs and the spectators
I can hang in the hood with the slang dealers
And the campuses and dorms and collegiate playlists
I never do Paola
I’d rather starve in colder weather and I’m still a dreamer
Believe in music over cheddar
And I need to party n flirt
Ass shakings not a sin
Slang slosh dirty drink throwing
Sapphire gin shit
I need a soul clap again,
Lets take this shit back when we used to pray for them backspins
Stop playing like your not looking for change nigga, too late it's already happenin!
You can't keep that goin man, stop lying to these kids!
We out there, don't worry, there’s a change comin
This that same hook shit but on the low,
Whens some hip hop change gon come shit
I’m not tryna preach to yall I’m just tryna reach yall
There's a difference, understand that
This aint backpack, this aint commercial, this is just good music
Listen to it, dance to it, bob ya head to it, drink to it drive to it
Smoke your weed to it, smoke a stoge to it, take the train to it
I miss that shit, that's all I’m tryna do, good music
Alright who’s got the drink tickets yall
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