[Intro: Blu]
Uh, uh-huh
Yes yes, S-O-U-L
Hello? (Yeah)
Come on, come on
Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
Yeah, party people, uh
It's so amazin'
It's so am-mazin'
It's so am-, it's so ama-ma-, 'mazin, zin'
From the, from, from the
From the, from the soul y'all
[Verse 1: Blu]
The soul provider, got a lot on the skillet
Grilling it hard-boiled, charcoal fillings, the dark villain
And the light-skinned niggas disguised, my mind's sickening
Define vicious written in rhymes, time tens it
To describe how my line's ending, your fine imprint
Described through your mind's index, my line chin-checks
And shine through your blinds instant, the sun syndicate
Fat as Biggie with no Pun intended
No pun intended to live, I pick up where we slid and run illest
'Til I buckle and become winded
And all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke
My peoples need hope and I'm the one with it
The soul provider, cold as fire, hot as ice
Rock the mic 'til I retire, die the son of Christ
Becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain
One curtain left and I'ma die with my gun bursting
Tongue cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth
Heaven and Hell I conquer, whichever comes first
Known to rebel, my soul a la mode, uh
My soul a la mode, the soul provider
Uh, uh-huh
Yes yes, S-O-U-L
Hello? (Yeah)
Come on, come on
Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
Yeah, party people, uh
It's so amazin'
It's so am-mazin'
It's so am-, it's so ama-ma-, 'mazin, zin'
From the, from, from the
From the, from the soul y'all
[Verse 1: Blu]
The soul provider, got a lot on the skillet
Grilling it hard-boiled, charcoal fillings, the dark villain
And the light-skinned niggas disguised, my mind's sickening
Define vicious written in rhymes, time tens it
To describe how my line's ending, your fine imprint
Described through your mind's index, my line chin-checks
And shine through your blinds instant, the sun syndicate
Fat as Biggie with no Pun intended
No pun intended to live, I pick up where we slid and run illest
'Til I buckle and become winded
And all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke
My peoples need hope and I'm the one with it
The soul provider, cold as fire, hot as ice
Rock the mic 'til I retire, die the son of Christ
Becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain
One curtain left and I'ma die with my gun bursting
Tongue cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth
Heaven and Hell I conquer, whichever comes first
Known to rebel, my soul a la mode, uh
My soul a la mode, the soul provider
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