Soul Provider

(Let get it)

(Yeah, uh)

Yeah

(Yeah)

Somethin' classic

(Somethin' classic)

Uh in the makin'

(In the makin')

Yeah, yeah

Feels good don't it?

Uh, Exile

(Exile)

The one and only

(The one and only)

The young homie

(The young homie)

You going up against a **** with a whole lotta soul partner

The show shocker, rock ya soul when I flow partner

The don dadda Marauder

Knocking the globe outta alignment when I'm rhyming

Soul shining like I'm gold mining

So don't bother competing

His own father don't know how to defeat him

He like a robot, knocking the cement into your soul rock

Leaving the hoes jocked

Now you can see, concede it

'Cause his speaking leave your dome cocked

The soul provider flow live, that shit is so hot

Do not touch

(Uh-huh)

Brought the real, and let the whole block crush

Now young bucks call him Hail from the Stales

(Blu)

Even though the name's been the same since I came and

Ain't a damn thing changed but the skills

I still gotta blow spots up

Just to show you that you won't stop us

And never will, it's the so called SoCal resident, I represent

My locals, Blu's style is heaven sent, with Exile for President

(Yeah, uh, uh)

(The so-so what we don't know)

(Hey yo-yow)

(Everybody)

(Throw your hands up)

(Wild with the beat style, is where the streets walk)

(Exile)

(Uh-ye-yeah)

('Cause in my physical, I can't express the zone)

(The soul, huh, the soul)

(Yeah, uh, yeah)

The showstopper, rocks spots and flow proper

No album outta fat beats, but still know how to pack seats

With no problems, spitting my soul outta rap sheets

That I been giving Cali that sharpest breeze and khakis

That's me

UH, the B-L-U no E, I'm

On the block posing like an O.G.

California sun, soaking gope and Old E

Token to my tongue, smoking like my gun blowing heat

Out the end of it, speak kind of venomous

Walk similar to how I talk, dawg I'm limitless

(Dawg I'm limitless)

'Cause my ten toes are taking any place my mind states

(My mind)

Deep thinker, ain't sink a ship with my mindstate

(My mindstate)

Plus, I puff this and I'm three feet, sky high

Rising like the drum break, rhyming like I rhyme great

Take you whack rhymes out like a blind date

Fuck conners, kill 'em with knowledge until they mind aches

(Mind aches)

And I stay killing the stage

Cutting line short like your phone bills ain't paid

'Cause you're cheapskates, the soul provider rocking week date

I'm letting off with anybody tryna steal my DJ

(Uh-uh, yeah, yeah)

(Exile)

(Make the beat stop)

(Hey yow)

(Everybody, you got to get your soul)

('Cause in my physical, I can't express the zone)

(Uh bangin')

(Everybody)

(Throw your hands up)

('Ti-til the sun come up)

(Yeah, uh, uh-uh yeah yeah uh)

('Cause in my physical, I can't express the zone)

Yow, yow-huh, my flow krypton

Knock your Superman off his feet with his kicks on

**** keep my shit on repeat, and no matter which song I get on

I shit on beats, pull out my dick and take a piss on trees

I'm raw dogging it, huh

My rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine

So any mic that I find, I got the right to be hogging it

Talking shit, loud mouth, wild out, starting it

Alcoholic slaughtering, my vocab department

So just pardon if my talking is slurred, pants sagging

Hands grabbing on my nuts, clutch sparking my herb

Relaxed lingo, beef low, ghetto as Black bingo

Redefine the the line of rap singles

The soul provida', hold the mic and open fire

Drop my nuts, I give a fuck about a pro hire

(Fuck)

The new Pete and C.L. was Exile and B-L

We bang jeeps to break beats, blaze trees and females

You ain't me

It's the S-O

(Yeah)

U-L

(Yeah)

Provide your mind, with a West Coast soul vibe

Uh-uh

The soul provider

(Yeah, uh-uh)

(The soul what we kn-know)

(Yow)

(Everybody)

(Throw your hands up)

(Wi-wild with the beats with the rules with the street walks)

(Exile)

(Uh-huh, ye-yeah)

('Cause in my physical, I can't express the zone)

(The soul, huh, the soul)

(Watch out for p-p-problems)

You gotta get you soul

Provider