The Soul + Spaz Incendio= Paradigm!!!!
THE SOUL
Yeh, uh check 2, 1, 2
bout to get my team Dubs like 2 on 2
Never ever see me bottled, not 212,
never been part of the system too.
Unto the cashless, i gave lyrical glasses
Just tryna get hysterical past this
Im a miracle strapped with, clips
in a weapon of thought
Deadlier than smith and wessons i bought
This is a lesson of sorts,
That im givin while you wreckin the fort,
An' cause rap is a fight club
the roof has a tiler...
Yeh, tryna replace the ceilin'
Yeh, Tryna erase the feelin
He see's me
breaks out two steps he's defendin it with
i put the gun to his head see it tenderly click
See his face hit the floor, see it tenderly drip
see the dollar hit his chest, now see him tenderly lift
CHORUS
And dont wear ya shades
the spotlights here will burn staight through ya eyes
Down to ya toes, right through ya soul
Leave a smouldrin Hole
then start runnin through ya veins
like ya wanted all ya life
like you wanted for your strife
Like you were owed for ya pains
so wheres the surprise?
Oh you didnt know the spotlights
put termites in ya
That return just to spurn hype in ya
Ta burn mic's in ya, just to make you radiate.
Spotlight may be great, but when we say deflate
You will fold from the inside unless you aviate.
That means to elevate, and to demonstrate
You will be beaten to the pulp like its '88.
By the silly hooks. And the "A Mille" puke
That drew looks from the dukes untill the crooks shook
Hands with the devil
Then demanded a rebel
to lead a revelution of youths
Blindly dancin dishevelled, y'know?
SPAZ INCENDIO
Sue goes you, but sue is on the news, like Sue on two
Sue won't clean your soul if you got gumshoe
Don't be red in the face cuz Sue loves blue
That's if you had the balls to take the prompter
What news, is if you, are able to taunt her
I wouldn't say what I'd do, I used to flaunt her
Side arm, with like charm, now I could be pauper
it's 6:30 eastern standard, and I can't stand her
The forecast on the tens, traffic on the bend
Rock n Rolla gettin' rained upon, because he sang her song
And it's like from sewers, comes sue, suin' a suer
But Sue sues with a tsunami, so now I does Sue's laundry
In contention for a grammy, dreamer
ketchup on the floor Stanley, steamer (hahaha!!)
CHORUS
I write the songs that make the girls cry, worldwide
With the barri, that I carry, that I'd marry, if they let me
but I'm weary, and I'm clearly, not a Harvey, but rollin' like RV
Dents in my Milk, holes in the cows
Went from the silk, to holes in my blouse
From being built, to breaking down the house
I'm on stilts, but I'm all underground
But the glam, ain't a scam, I've many a ma'am, that I ram
So who told, that golden opportunes won't get you sold
I'll prove, that my face portrait will be in the Louvre
gold without any roids, and my hometown...
It'll still be DETROIT!!!
CHORUS
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