lab and try to write Somethin' that's nice or bright But I will be holdin' back my scripture's in the dark Deep rooted soldier inside my soul Uncontrollable
a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
The drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled '96 Impala with the stick on the floor Now its Bentely four do's with Patron on the low Light wood
, she can move when it goes down, she aint sober shes all over, peek it over tip her on ur shoulder to see her sober damn we good keep it hood see that soul with that break in wood
out, turn the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening to classic soul, with
bow down and pay homage, we God sent Movin through this evil world with a compass Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit) We hit ya soul like a
streets of sickness Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve Conceive through this belly, we beasts Ninety thieves stalk woods
rappers, 8 sack, rippin that ass up Niggas back up when I attack with my axe up Swingin faster than Tiger Woods at The Masters (FORE!) I decapitate you
like thunder clappin' Hit you in your stomach, watch you start gaggin' Who gives a fuck if you're platinum? If you're lyin' in a wooden casket For good
to be that shiny shake that blind makes chamber's like pineapple grape no time to escape pimps slap your face on the hole is soul in the hole roll now blow (U-God) (Chorus) Soul Soul
follow my lead Fire winds gust, empire crush Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit' the rush Untouchable chunk of air, wax and soul Sound waves slay
you can't go right until you go left And get some ingredients from the music chef Jazzy Jeff Children, I've traveled this globe, north to south, east to west And whenever my soul
it, hit 'em with a right left, it's gone Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be on Soul Train, wood *** from me No pain, no
Outlaw, outlaw Uhh, uhh, yo, give me some of that haze man, that purple haze I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit' this wood no more Hydro, shit
d But how you sell soul to a Souless people who sold their soul? I guess we all got stole on By some of the same cats That sold ya soul out Dj lord
hit And the quickest lickity split Lay down in the ground Surrounded by a casket That I built Out of warped woods and drift wood Rusted railroad
can be hit And the quickest lickity split Lay down in the ground Surrounded by a casket That I built Out of warped woods and drift wood Rusty railroad
label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this planet for 2 things Talkin shit and automatic Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods