Soul Khan - Minyan lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1]

I heard their chitter chatter like "Soul be acting foul"

All holier than thou while they hold the golden cow

No minerals or vitamins, that ain't gonna feed ya

We live in an environment where Rap is anesthesia

So don't be afraid of what I'm offering you

I just got a couple questions like I'm audio two

Like what's it gonna take for me to be the top billa?

But what's the fucking point if I can never work with Dilla?

We went from true schooling it to just YouTubing it

Fuck your website and the assholes that Googled it

I want to make music and them panties drop

But leave the braindead chickens at the candyshop

You see I ain't the kind of dude that they sweat so hard

I push a 2009 yellow Metrocard

And if I'm talking 'bout you, then bless your stars

Cause if you don't face the truth then you get no scars

From cuts to bruises, my flesh is a road map

Between then and now and I wish I could go back

To the little kid that always had the biggest mouth

And say:

"I know it's hard, but you really gotta stick it out"

[Hook]

One, two, three, Mississippi

Four, five, come on, get with me

Six, seven, heaven won't lift me

Eight, nine lives for the shifty

Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten

It's like ten times a day, I pray for something more than a bitter end (repeats)

[Verse 2]

It's like ten times a day I play the janitor

Sweeping up the stairway to heaven clutching the banister

And each step's a mile high

So I ascend with deep breaths and wild eyes and never lose my stamina

Whether God exists or is just a fraud or myth

He better tell me what to build before the fucking water shifts

I was named for my grandmother's very young brother

Who was shot and buried with others in various clusters

He was slain at sixteen, so while you play with sixteens

I'mma always hold it down for the weight of his dreams

Painting lush hopes with brush strokes as thick as curvaceous hips

And praying when it dries, it's as lovely as their nakedness

I ain't ever made a switch like autotune abusers

This is 1995 colliding with the future

Maybe I ain't got the kind of style that you're used to

Fuck it, I've been writing since the crying of the rooster

Wake the fuck up.<br />

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Thanks to jj.