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‘Soul Reaver ('Soul Food' REMIX)’
If you waitin' on me to make it, relax -- don't hold ya' breath too long
Still got a lot of backs to break, necks to be steppin' on
Still got a whole lot to prove, get some affection flowin'
Find a loophole in the rules, halt when the lecture's goin'
Still lackin' respect, my voice gettin' muffled
Made the choice to go hard, now feathers gettin' ruffled
Said it over an' over, I ain't the hardest
But shots sent ricochet off my reanimated carcass -- yes
Once deceased, came back heartless
Cold-blooded, vengeful an' more in tune wit' the darkness
Ogre {-} wit' a chip on his shoulder, like a neglected soldier
Wounded Warrior who's homeless, roamin' -- war ain't over
Just here to make quota for beats slain
A novice, but progress put me outcha reach, mayne
Was born wit' the fire, can't teach flame
Paint a perfect picture that can fit in each frame
I Q-Dog stomp on feet 'til they fucked like ballerina toes
"Legacy of Kain" pen, bars'll reave ya' souls
Ink run out, that's where the ether goes
Eat niggaz alive wit' my beastial prose
Cleave thru the pros, {-} size 11 planted
Atop Medusa heads on the chests of those I beat single-handed
A lot should - be reprimanded
For makin' bullshit, takin' Hip-Hop for granted
All kinds of fucked up, thots rappin' now
Encouragin' hoe tendencies, need to smack 'em down
I don't respect sluts, shit like that ain't even G
Givin' that a pass like it's cool to catch a STD
Suckin' dick ain't a accomplishment
Hell'll freeze over 'fore I ever see you as competent
I ain't in the mind frame of givin' hoes compliments
Just diggin' a ditch to go an' dump 'em in
I might spark me a Dutch an' pour a cup of Gin
Life half-full, tryna see what part the cup I'm in
Feel like somebody must've got some pins an' stuck 'em in
A voodoo doll, 'cause I'm feelin' pain an' sufferin'
Pissed an' in agony, reelin' from a cluster headache
Sick of achin' muscles from runnin' wit' dead weight
Niggaz love to hold you back, so you don't catapult
To the top, they'd rather you slack an' sulk
But all they doin' is puttin' a monkey on the back of the Hulk
When Hulk is mad, Hulk smash, get tragedy in bulk
Niggaz target me wit' trash, think I'ma lift 'em up
Instead I tell 'em stop, take them flows an' rip 'em up
E'rybody ain't meant to do Hip-Hop an' fuckin' shine
Keep ya' mouth closed if drugs the only thing on ya' mind
If two syllable words {-} all you faggots can rhyme
Just swan dive off the ladder, don't even finish the climb
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