​soul 2. ​nobigdyl. (Ft. Mogli the Iceburg)

[Intro: nobigdyl.]
Tribe on the move

[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
I don’t mean to insult you
But I got a soul too
I don’t mean to insult you
But I got a soul too

[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
I’m ridin' round with that missile
My stash owe me, this mask owe me
I doubt you that I’ll miss you
This scope good and my coke good
And it smell good when I whip it
Your crew say you want beef
Then I’ll deep-fry the McGriddle
Thanks to the judicials
Don’t test me or stress me
I’ll make your chest bleed, God bless me
Cause I etch you with that pistol
I etch-a-sketch your body boy
And I bet you that they'll miss you
But not me, oh not me
I pour x out for my heroes
But I ain't sentimental
And I know that you probably really scared of me
'Cause my gold teeth and my energy (my energy)
And you think that sin is my pedigree (my pedigree)
And you right, don't lose sight (you right, you right)
Cause we all guilty o' treachery (don’t lose sight)
One form or another
Passed on from our mothers
We born into trouble
And worn into rubble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Anything other than that is heresy
Just share with me
Tell me about faith in the One and the way that the Son
Made a way for his sons, by His grace and His love
And the pain that would come when they raisin' him up
And the angels above praise his name now because
We were pierced through his side
Now we're sprayed with his blood - oohhh!
Tell me straight to my face how he came for this thug