Buku Soul

Land-Lord

I’m what they consider

realistic, so authentic

I’m what they consider

realest spirits realest spirits outchere

we what they consider

realistic, so authentic

we what they consider

realest spirits realest spirits outchere

(Hook) Oeauxneal & Mauley Sincyr

I got too much sauce

I got buku soul

I got buku soul

I got buku soul

I got buku soul

Feel Bob Marley should have a statue in America

since he can reach he status while stoned

must be on a different caliber

recognize the talent but if we spiritual amateurs

won’t acknowledge the balance that it takes to be a manager

of time left behind that’s captured with no camera

without x’zamples i’ll be border than the route to canada

enough amount of cannabis will knock down all your barriers

and help you sense the truth inside your character

im just a narrator but nothing that i said was read

story going as im growing like the dreads from my head

all natural see laws break like crab claws as the plate

smacking fastballs pass the back wall

making sure i make it to home base safe

Never be a fake one

Switch views see hues no Langston

Universe take the wheel and I’m racing

Betty Wright wanna make a **** famous

Had my face in the mud but I came up

Switch flows switch clothes never changed up

All my **** living in the limelight now

On the radio interviews and stations

blazing, pacing

In and out meetings, I

seen cops shut down the block

They moving bodies in and out these houses

Knowing they the only ones sending shots

Oh no

Why should I keep it modest

Oh know

Real knowledge really feed ya pockets

Bad at rapping but ya good at lying

Careers expire cus ya not inspiring

My city hold the weight of every state,

At equal rate, what is fate to faith, people dying

My momma stressing as she fold the clothes

Every thing is void beyond them blinds

Never tuning in, to CNN

Fuck seeing them, I’m reading them

The sweetest smoke, I’m breathing in

New Orleans, where we begin

On God

Make sho ya soul is never forgotten,

& to be honest without god nothing is possible just think about it,

I’m from the lower nine of New Orleans da lonely survivor

Immortalized I’m never dying

Forever 1 five’n

And ya already know

Mal got way too much soul

Millions of people around the globe

So amazed with his flow

And I don’t rap I just relay what it takes to help you learn to grow and I garuntee the folks you see me with gon be here til I’m gone

And when I die I’m coming back with way mo sawce den before,

They love the way I spit it because it always hot dey soul it’s like

Maddie Gras inside a swimming pool how we be floatin

Took the music coast to coast and change the way dey make dey groceries

(Why cause)

i see parallels between fairytales and our history

the mystery’s a carousel but I’ve traveled well mentally

simply let the truth enter me