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Soap Boxin
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Soap Boxin was released on January 1, 2000 by Legendary Music, LLC as a part of the album Almost Famous
January 1, 2000
LabelLegendary Music, LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM95
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

It's one of those, it's one of those
It's just like it should be, yeah
And it's a warm day in the foothills
And you just like
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh
Watch out (Watch out)
Watch out (Watch out)
I can't stop (How come?)
It's no breaks (In what?)
This hip-hop (Say what?)
No low stakes (They high)
I won't flop but flip cakes and breaks to rip shop
And why not? (Well, go 'head)
I'm 'bout to (That's right)
No doubt, dude (That's tight)
Why thank you (I just might)
Replay some true shit, that type stuff you don't fool with
I call a bluff 'cause I knew it
I'm like psychic when it blew through the winds (Who?)
My ancestors' whispers answers the questions
Get twisted, I choose the path less taken
Less walked on, forsaken
Bet your beat breakin', breads we be bakin'
But it takes dough though, so songs we need so slow
No move fakin', this Picasso
The next level, penetrated through the outer crust
In a woodshed, let go of the baggage on my shoulders
Now I feel good
My neighborhood switched, I'm in the hills now
But not quite how I planned it
This nest ain't my roots, I got that hot-handed
I'm 'bout to shake 'em, I'm 'bout to shake 'em
Collect them dividends, give me that ten that I'm takin'
I make it, you wanna look, study the handbook of fresh shit
I'm blessed with a gift that uplifts and shifts
What you think, what I think sometimes gets missed
So hold this opinion tight, my third eye in flight
With third eye sight, I might live longer
I might breathe deeper so I might grow stronger
Best be a believer and a singer of these songs
Now where can we be headed without music in my system?
My temporal run balance is a part of me and my talents
Help to ventilate, lung capacity featherweight
Your audacity to judge me by my cover, a mistake unlike no other
Would your brother judge your father if he left the family tree?
Probably quite simply put his foot down to the Earth
Regenerate from the soot and put more effort than the first
Attempt to get some get right
Get closer to the meaning of life without repeating it twice
Must know ten repeated offenders up in this blender
A melting pot of letters all marked "Return to sender"
Embark like a gypsy vendor to market the rhyme I render
Original, remember
If you're ever in a spot where you feel like you'll never escape
Like a rock in a hard place where the dealer's got the ace
Don't about-face, I'm one to talk
I been the one to walk and turn the other cheek
And some would call that weak
But there's a time and a place and two aces for every one man
Don't give up on the first try, be the first guy to take a stand
Landing feet first is a lesson in its own hand
In this land, I'm a man who's a fan of next levels
And I'm attacking the central nervous system with shocking wisdom
Unlocking wandering light
Reflected in prisms, keeping colors vibrant inside this database
I made a fatter face to fit the mad head of bass
That we pack like a weapon with a crack
Then we stepping out the arena
Gladiator putting up his belt for the title
If it's about your liability, then test the flexibility
Who's next to rest comfortably?
Idle hands burn and turn to dust
When you learn to trust, the music comes naturally
Ricochet, quick to say what I feel, what I steal
Will back up, grill the track up, man of steel
Man will kill his own, I'm only boning on the real
Will I make this journey compete?
We're born to compete, must defeat, must not take a seat
When the world is standing, demanding the chosen
Demanding to be unfrozen by the government
Commanding those hosing us in injustice
Branding those for life, four kids and a wife
With bad credit, eviction on your door
If you're poor, you have no rights
Let it be someone else's problem
The world will not be willing to solve anything
They're not just waiting
They're waiting to go out the door to work out the next day
The only thing we get up for is your boss
Yo, you're the whore, the boss breaks you
Only enough to come back for more
It's what you want, they taunt, I'm working overtime
Every rhyme will change the world
I'm singing the chorus, feeling me every time
This world will be your only lost reality
Written by: Nachowitz Eli N, Scoffern Corey D, Whitaker Joshua Alan
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