Berries and Juices Blu & Exile

[Verse 1]
Soul music, soul amusement
Hang tight, no nooses, new sense
New shit, bow to the movement
Ask what we put in it, berries and juices
Yeah, salute to the *** who produced it
Bouncing over kicks like Jews over broomsticks
Beat so sweet that I ain't even gotta do shit
Loop this, yeah
I just wanna go off like Miss on acoustics
Toss wax up out the window, cool shit
Blu is like a rose in a garden of tulips
Who very few know like Jarobi to Q-Tip
Elusive in this shh with loose lips
Never keep my two cents though, I always pay dues and rent
Praise God but I do sin
Looking at laws like broads that I choose to bend
And there you go!

[Hook: Scratches and samples]
Hard to make, uh, uh, uh
Now give me room
Laugh in your face
Who gon stop us? Not a goddamn one of ya

[Verse 2]
Strange music, even strange group of friends
Two folks, I do not follow after loops and trends
Ex got chops and I got props, thanks
High five like I like your shit a lot, cool
Soul music, soul amusement
Hang tight, fly to Jupit', rhyme stupid
Time two shh, know what I'm sayin'
Beat so sweet that I ain't even gotta do shit
Bust naturally as a casual do
Whip a brand new lane in your brain, boost this
Volume is somewhat out of my
Still I gotta be fly, land can't GI
Amped for him, I stamp the campus
And decorum, paint porn in the morning like dew does
Selling old folks Peter Bjorn
And oh yea, young John got a new batch to buzz