Soul the Mojo - Velma's Boy (JAGNB) lyrics

[Hook: Soul] My grandmama called me SOUL just so you'll listen Started calling him Jimmy, never got bored with it Born different, adorned kindred [Verse 1: Soul] My grandmama call me SOUL so you'll listen At every planets pole I'm different All dependent on if I planned my soles for pole position Cold kicking flows til I'm too old for whippings Too bad my toes still dripping from molten slippers It itches Just a bit more bitter than my lips is Young Lipchitz, expelling spit from his britches Mumbling to a mistress Using parsects to measure distance utilize a pocket square as a hankerchief A hainus mixture of both angst and indifference It ain't different Try and paint a vivid depiction of my fixings Take a look at my bag you could think a marbles missing The sphere, Its clearly between his ears there are nothing to see But building functions perpetiually, exponentially But expertly, cross my i's and i dot my t's Awesomely-oh also we Often seem to stain our tees so awfully Between the trees Wild life enthusiast Choosy on foolishness Only cheesing when I'm talking cheese But jeez, leave your heffer out of it A different type of beef We're the thieves of the night, can't you see? Oh yeah, that's right Marauders after midnuit Leave the deceased in deceit and robbing cradles verbatim Aiding an iron maiden To bait em and hold em at bay Just to serve em up on steel plates Phife Dog once told me never rhyme the real date But wielding Excalibur sure feels great A veal steak from the highest point of ya real estate couldn't take the weight of what the realest ate I fly by your highest stakes with minor haste The time I waste is borrowed from the wasteside of space and time At the rate of my waist size Use your timeline as a baseline It's shake time More ground breaking than Dateline In B.C. I was the King Now it's A.D. I'm crazy for the same things Rings that gleamed in past years still ring my ears dear Who it may concern it should settle to learn I burned down my kingdom just cause they didn't think I had the spark to lead them Reverse treason That'll teach 'em (Give me a reason) [Hook: Doc Awk] So now Moms even call em SOUL, I know you'll listen (But you gotta listen) Started calling him Jimmy, never got bored with it Was born different, but uh My Grandmama called me Soul just so you'll listen (But you gotta listen) Saw the power within me, saw nothing wrong with it Was born different, adorned kindred (Jim ain't got no bars) [Verse 2: Doc Awk] According to portions of origins Gorged by gorgeous who*es in orgus Hoarding horrid amounts of ore, of course Just might challenge an ogre to an obstacle course And force myself to muster my might and channel the Force By the break of the light, it's me holding the torch The greatest of knights to forge his own sword I recall being cooped up like 2 doors on my own Accord Til my personalities got bored Took my own tour like "hot Lord, he turned his hotbox to a pile of scrap board!" I missed the layup, but look how I slapped the backboard, on the way up What I damn near have an arrow tatted on my back for On the come up, and I'm what they come back for Ask for candid answers, get fists of Kanter Banter blindly and bicker over fickle finley grounded rhyme scheme Make me wanna sit my starters You can fine me, fine with me, finally if you can find me Catch me filing blindly flanges smiling Possibly dialing on the darling I've been eyeing No, in the aisle. I'm wild in every time out In every rhyme bout, players lost on what the rhymes 'bout Crimes I doubt will stick, don't doubt the shtick One more tech and I'm out of this I rather risk to rile the kids I'm radical as it gets with additives As bad as it is.. (Indistinct mummbles)