Soul Khan - Iron Galaxy Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Just when you thought it was safe to take it easily stroll

you get shut in the face,

by demon you know you could've save like a dollar you change

in high school you were the man now you a target today,

my condolences honest mistake, every ..to God children need a glock in his waste

Wishing I could just wander in space like Jonathan Frakes

I'ma play the blues 'til this ol' harmonica breaks

‘cause they're locked, loaded, lethal on some pop goes the eagle

Itchy fingers that'll put a pothole between you

But trust the Founding Fathers, now fuck the Founding Fathers

‘cause they ain’t ever find a way to stop owning people

Now my pulse racing to the moon like Guarana

Trying to find the secret in the Moonlight Sonata

And a few pints of lager in my run down world

While these uptown girls ask, “Have you tried Kabbalah?”

They do lines on top of the lucite inside of the green room

Always got a gospel to read you

Clear the cobwebs or they’re not gonna need you

They want something new that their nostril can bleed to.

The Archangel of the R train playing on a harp made

Of pieces of his scarred brain; insomniac

Sleeping on a carpe diem ‘til no diem's left to carpe

Screaming give my body back, living off of body fat

Money in my waistband, hustle ain’t a game plan

Maybe I should just pop a Molly first

Fuck it, I’ll be huffing on a spray can, summoning in the Day Man

Y’all ain’t even qualified for Charlie work

But you probably want to party with a starlet in Ibiza

Like Polly wanna cracker or Polly’s calling PETA

I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper shouting onomatopoeia

‘til my people come together like the unibrow of Frida

Well, can we get along? That ain't so bloody likely

I’m analyzing every jagged angle of my psyche

So maybe I could figure out why ain't nobody like me

I blame it on the fact that there ain't nobody like me

All it takes is a roll of the dice or flipped quarter

For a kid born with the disorder of Chris Dorner

To inflict horror upon us so switch formulas up

Or get formal attire ‘cause I expect to live shorter

But I still got the strength in my mother granted

That helped me eat the knuckle sandwiches and double standards

I’ll never understand the underhanded

You can play the role of Son of Sam, I’'ma be the son of Sanford

You gotta choose between the bleeders and mosquitos

The name's Soul Khan but my homie calls me Mito.