3RD BASS - Soul In The Hole lyrics
rate me[mc serch]<br>Knowledge on the court, observin what is all around<br>The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound<br>Hearin and fearin, the momentum of the stutter step<br>Shook to the left, because the brother slept<br>Crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one<br>Switched my next flip, he thought he had some grip<br>But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic<br>I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world<br>But I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor<br>Whether ballin, or callin out a sucker who is lookin for<br>Static, me grab it every chance I get<br>One on one I'll never run and shoot the high off the net<br>This position isn't switchin, pitchin out a blind pass<br>Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the hourglass<br>Serch is my name, the game and my goal<br>3rd bass settin soul in the hole<br><br>Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man? <br>Why are you freezin me out? <br>Yo man, cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle<br>Got your socks up to your knees like michael raines<br><br>[pete nice]<br>Drip liquid, pick up a park pill<br>Enduce a hand over freeform with this skill<br>Spills are spun, a crossover break slice<br>Sugar brother the pavement says<br>Scheamin on suicide to play post I slash<br>First step.. I shook ya ass<br>Step to wayside, ain't no weak side<br>Bassline I'm never givin, on the flipside<br>Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber<br>Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya<br>Sweep like a knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya<br>And after dark, I play the part of boot knocker<br>Twenty-four seven, always out to get some<br>Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb<br>A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole<br>An asphault jungle, soul in the hole<br><br>Yo man, I got next!<br>Next? you ain't got next man<br>Yo go over there in the corner, with michael raines<br>And take a couple of tokes of the pipes man<br>Youknowhati'msayin? <br><br>[serch]<br>Point is in effect, callin for a play out<br>Lay out the plan, but your scammin for a way out<br>Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one<br>Tchk! you know the outcome!<br>Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin<br>Then you execute the score, then you fade away<br>This fade has been played<br>Gave the gift swift, you just got self-made<br>Execute performance, the 3rd step upon this<br>Me and pete, complete, like sex endurance<br>Tip on the rim you reverse and rehearse<br>Coachin but you're slouchin, you can't be first<br>You want the rock? but you don't got the handle<br>I drop the french, cause serch grilled your mantle<br>Face intense, you're sellin your soul<br>Just for the action of soul in the hole<br><br>[nice]<br>Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh<br>Slum onside stagnate you got next<br>Each day evident, parks brothers throw down<br>One on one, it boils down to showdown<br>Spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip<br>By his larceny, or petty theft<br>Spectators move, lips into motion<br>Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean<br>Water runs, springs and I let it fly<br>Slide a weak side, into vein<br>Try to terminate silk textures, of the fingertips<br>Three bases covered, as I dip<br>Deeper into repoitoire, the minister an innovator<br>Take a sphere and a mic and I'll step later<br>Under lamps of the serch, cold<br>Shootin lava in the soul in the hole
