Soul Khan - Soulstice 5 lyrics

If my throat could hit them notes, I could have been Wanyá I feel as though I'm at the Silverdome to lift Andre Soy muy Rico, but never been suave I eat a pound of uncooked rice and spit sake So folks asking where's Soul at It's been a whole year, he dropped no tracks But they don't ask why my bones jabbed Against my skin or why I ain't playing phone tag Well, my phone had this notepad And this notepad had a note that I wrote that lists the pros and cons Of taking my life with my own hands What a rochambeau to the gonads Not to beat a dead horse to the bone fragments But I learned that being my own man's More than just not being my old man Where the hell you been? If I told you, then you'd Bellevue me This what happens when you tell Truman You stealth view him Ain't started from the bottom but I fell through it You said that my pen is a gift Well, so was Elliott Smith's, so that don't help me a bit If they find my body with a belt looped Around my neck cause I ain't get my Wellbutrin Back then thought I'd get that milli I guess that's just that Sendak in me Cause now I'm more grown up than Kev and Winnie But I ain't blown up yet like Wedge Antilles I don't do it for Delf, I'mma spread that Philly Friends and family gotta spend that with me Step back give me a little room to exist Cause I ain't moving an inch, brought a bedpan with me Need a day to myself like Rex Manning Because I'm up to my neck as that Redman image On Dare Iz a Dark and I'm scared if I stop Everywhere that I walk is a dead man's ceiling And a pump action up in the trunk can't fix it Got the funk, can't fib it; y'all are just fan fiction Got one hand gripping on the rug that's lifting Under from them slipping with their stunt mans 'n em This is not a come back I'm just Todd Smith on his Mama Said Knock sh** Y'all get ungiven f**s and crickets Tell your cut man this'll be a blood baptism You'd say he's the best If I beat my chest
'til no beats are left Can I decompress? Life isn't gonna sleep a sec Similar to white sniffers with a cheap connect What'd you do on your worst day? You soul searched What'd you get for your birthday? Two ulcers You poachers move closer And my reaction'll turn your kneecaps to coasters Came outta my coma hard to k** So y'all gon' feel Like the player on my poster Getting dunked on If you're thinking I'm wrong You can take it up with BOFA Gotta deal with them salty feelings Like Kel with the L that he caught from Kenan Ghost got him with gospel reading I chose the om shanti and nostril breathing I fought my demons since Ra's Al Ghul And y'all can see it in the way I grew So I could never be the Pepe La Peu Type to say I do and then say adieu What deja vu! Is that a face I knew? Wait, ain't I you? 
Are you an A.I. too? Cause you say sky, and they say cielo But that doesn't mean that it ain't azul I got a way with words Sometimes that's how I got away with words The kind that stains the earth with blood And that ain't something that entertainment's Nobody owes me their forgiveness But I hope that you know that I'm listening When you say that if you were gone Nobody would notice the difference But you're so wrong