Some Soul

Losing souls by the minute cos my style's seeming a-maze-ing

Look at what the demons is taking or are we just mistaken

Cos today spits get vile and start to flow like vomit

When rap becomes about roasting pigs and making bacon from it

Or money and riches, honeys and bitches, guns / G's and victims

Or that "You gone need some stitches" bitch shit

How the fuck you say I'm corrupting kids by giving guidance to misfits

You lying to infants all the lies of religion

Fuck idols for Christians they're entitled to prison

I'd murder the fuck outta Santa if he gave me bibles as presents

But next question... Is the illuminati real

No, I would say yes but then they'd make me squeal and kneel

They're trying get kids on streets or in jail with shotties

Let me put it this way: two mil for bailing Bobby

And eight hundred million dollars for flailing Rodney

It's blatant oxy lost my soul and then Satan got me

 

Some soul yeah some soul all he wanted was some soul

But before it was even cold the Feds took it from him whole

Get kids for petty crimes turn them into criminals

And wind up in the shithole hood it's all subliminal

 

I live for the cream but sometimes my dreams get nightmarish

It's fucked up walking outside knowing you might perish

Rich eyes glaring at the heists that make these guys hellish

Others support their brothers that they might cherish

And all the ignorant militants start believing

Just to ignore chaos, well I guess I'm a heathen

I've actually got steps for achievement the depths I'm reaching

Got me under Baykal 'til I saw the legs of demons

And whether it's that vest you believe in or that shotgun

You will still see men with cold hearts killing boys with hot ones

They'll throw you in jail hundred bail you gotta run

Or the Cops find reasons to shoot and then you're gone and done

Gangbangers only sell weed yet greed makes them lynch foes

And make innocents go to sleep like Jeff or Hypnos

Death's an inch close and even vegans meters away

The pigs ride dirty cos they got heaters to spray

 

Some soul yeah some soul all he wanted was some soul

But even though it was gold the Feds took it made it cold

You enter the jail as nothing no one has ever heard of ya

But as soon as you bailed in the hood you become a fucking murderer