Soul Khan

Soul Khan - Knuckle Puck lyrics

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[Intro: Soul Khan]

My man J-57 is like two 40's deep right now

He made a fly beat

So Koncept, show them how its done

[Verse 1: Koncept]

I see your team is asleep, but sleep is seeming to be

Keeps em' reaching for dreams till I defeat em' in speech

We be speaking emcees and being free is a need

I see a reason preaching like they was teaching to me

2010 run events, nothing less than sold out

Moneys spent to run again, tell your friends to go now

Updating statuses, upgrade your caliber

Hold weight in your own hand no chance to flatter us

It's make it and taking it I'm greedy with the whole stash

Can't recycle flows, I believe it's what we call trash

Hockey puck knuckle punch evacuate the premises

Always has to happen drinking Jack in great measurements

Slap shots, break glass, should of worn your face mask

You skating pacing on the ring, I'm bringing what you lames lack

Hmmm, just the face off a stick to your abdomen

Have to set the fight the degree that we master in

[Break: Soul Khan]

I asked my man Homeboy Sandman for some hotness

He delivered a supernova

Good lord sandman, Kill em'

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]

Let's go

Live from the dead of the winter with no coat and no skully

Here's one verse you can take personally

Get served, no shoes, no shirt, no money

My balls don't break nor burst for nobody

My clique nah' trust, conduct our own studies

And stick cops up for donuts, go nutty

Back before all these condos shot up everywhere

So if you got manos put em in the air

Thump knock babies from car seats, Haunt Queens

Stomp crop circles in concrete, boy done broke outta' quarantine

Hopped up off the top turnbuckle on your uncle and auntie

Boy king, brassknuckled and undaunting

Swashbuckling speech beyond your belief

How much more unprofessional can anybody be, now everybody sleep

[Break: Soul Khan]

My man 8th 1, is passed out on the futon

With a pair of panties on his face

Wake up!

[Verse 3: 8thW1]

I don't know man, I'm just not feeling it

It's kind of hard for me to take this serious

Do you know the power that I'm dealing with

When all I do is talk and they're like, "he's killing it?"

So I'm winging it like paul mccartney

Crash the party with a baby in a car seat

Then bag a bad chick give her the game

And now the dame playing with my joystick like atari

To marty mcflys I'm the future

Take you out of character, you shook, michael j. fox

I like it, I take it, fuck "may I"

Just say "bye" like confused gay guys

But I don't need to be around that

I need a crib somewhere in the adirondacks, C.B. radio's only contact

Grow a beard, contemplate not coming back

Cause other than a-ok and the brown bag

I ain't heard nothing past not bad

So my favorite MC is me

And Homeboy Sandman, my bad

[Break: Soul Khan]

I'm going to Congress with one hand raised up

And I will say, bail out these nuts

I'm Soul Khan

[Verse 4: Soul Khan]

I'm a bad motherfucker and a passionate lover

Looking for a smooth chick with her ass on the cover

People say soul khan is delusional

Because I don't hold back on these juveniles

You see, I too once was a clueless child

So I'mma flunk your high school musical

Ain't none jihad-er, time bomb with a lit wick

It's all fun and games, till a socket gets slick ricked

Concocting a sick, six, six scenario

Even my burial plot probably got big twists

Just like shyamalan, yes, I kamikaze

These weak-kneed automatons

And you can see me at comic con teaching the padawans

How to geek out like I'm leading a synagogue

Phenomenal with that heatrock spittle

Leave the beat so brittle it should be hospitalized

And that's that, homie, Soul knows best

My tracks slap like motorboating Oprah's breasts

Brown bag, a-ok, we're the coldest yet

We run the whole damn table, money fold the deck

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Thanks to jj.

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