So(ul) Amazin' (Steel Blazin')

Ey yo I'm tryn'a make these niggas go bonkers From London to the youngest in Yonkers We So-Cal residential lyrical monsters Gettin' women's attention like I'm rippin' a concert So put your hands high 'til your arms hurt I walk the earth just like God works in mysterious ways Your spirits is swayed Every time my lyrics is played So please stop givin' these lyricists praise Cause they bluffin' while they bustin' with a serious face And it's unbearable These stereo-rap tracks are terrible I'm here to take care of you wack cats Wherever you came from I'm carryin' this game on my back 'til the pain's numb And I be bustin' on fucks 'til I can't cum no longer Law says you gotta take some to grow stronger I've conquered all you haters Like a strong-armed dominator Tryn'a break a Bit a' baby-mama maker And ain't no time to take break You gotta break the mold I'm from a place where cats are born to play the gansta roles Like hittin' switches I was gettin' hit with switches Until I switched positions Now I'm playin' when the game is on Y'all think y'all bangin' but y'all ain't as strong I'm a son of a blood Blue Gators The record spinnin' his favorite songs Now he's bangin' my shit on them same tables that he played 'em on nigga (Sing along with it, if you didn't hear it, you gonna hear it right now) It started out in the heart A young nigga from the park sharp-shootin' with darts Harpoonin' cartoonists talkin' too much talk But walk a whole different stroll homeboy You get sparked by the guy right here? I make y'all niggas see the light like a bright idea Heard you was lookin' for my weapon but my tongue's right here So you can act like a fool But y'all be done by noon off a' one light beer But let's get one thing clear Y'all can't keep up with us because your lungs ain't clear Y'all need a million-dollar budget and some punch lines here All your boy need is one right ear And I could probably change the world Fuck you sold-soul rappers After diamonds and pearls Like you homo-rappers Y'all some go-go girls With your go-go gadgets Exposin' what you holdin' like your soul don't matter I got a 'go-go get it' mentality So battle me please I just throw out some cheese and y'all'll go-go at it Got you reachin' for your 4-4 'matic While I stagger motherfuckers with darts I got my mojo mastered The game is full of ' Homo Mo' ho's than rappers No flows but keep shows packed'er than us? Fuck that we goin' platinum plus And still ridin' on the back of the bus Cause the bucks don't matter (Turn it up, stop frontin', come on, turn it up) And from the start of this shit I took a vow to never part with this shit I put my soul and all my heart in this shit But in return I got burned like these rappers had my arteries lit So now I'm spittin' fire darts when I'm pissed And you don't wanna see me angry cause I can't be calmed It's like you tryn'a take custody of my sound? I been to court for this wack shit before And had to file divorce you biters'd start payin' style-support A child that don't smile no more I found the short cut in life But I'd rather take my time out the door Fuck a knife I'm pullin' texts out for war Cause I ain't get that cut Fuck y'all 's what Exile's for See I'm the MC and he's the DJ MP To translate what he say Catch me on the freeway 1-10 south 'til it ends at town, USA So roll with us where the gorillas hang Where the cold killas live Where the gold diggas dig Where you know niggas bang Cause the walls show the gangs when you pass 'em Where niggas stay blown like tires And these haters wanna slash 'em Platinum chains? Trained'a snatch 'em Range Accident to happen on purpose Sun-roofed diamond-back rap That's the verdict nigga