Lyrics Still Enterlude - Clear Soul Forces

Still Enterlude

Ha, ha, ha
Yea
Still, still
Yo
It’s like
Yo
Still dangerous
Still there for my niggas in a crunch
This long road through life paved with the bodies of many men
Still leaving when I’m broke in my head I’m in a Benz
Still an optimist
Still cooking these raps, whipping my wrist
Still fuck with Tribe but rolling through the east side just to give me some of
them, vibes
Still inhaling, jetsetting, and exhaling
Still getting back to the roots
Still getting up off the couch and seeking truth
Who would’ve knew, royalties and fees
Niggas still better hit Soundclick if you want shit for free
I’m in the zone
Still can’t think without my headphones on
Still it was written
Still folding rappers up 'til they kidneys touch they appendix
Still the sound of submission when lungs deflate
Still a part of my heathen, kush breathing
Pen still mightier than the sword
Still strangle dragons with a microphone cord
Rhymes still E.T.
mode
Rappers hear 'em and they still phone home
Niggas still say I look like KRS
When it comes to this booth, niggas still get checked
With no Nikes
CSF still nice
Still a million miles from the ground with the bounce unlimited
Still the force is strong with this one
Still knuckling up
Still rolling nugs
Still not giving a fuck
Still about more than making a buck
Still get yours with the extra cheese deluxe
Still for the ones with the pavement running amok
Still write rhymes and get stuck
Still hit the stage and light that bitch up like lightning struck
Still not comfortable in the crowd
Those we lost, I know they still shining down
Still smiling and proud
My morals never change, no fuck shit allowed
Still recognizing, in need hit that lifeline
Soft niggas handshake still flakier than filet o' cod
Who still giving these niggas jobs
Still don’t fuck with one time
Still driving down the freeway
Still got the skills that make you hit replay
Still see bullshit coming from a mile away
Still learn lessons
Still make mistakes
And still made Cabernet from them stomped out grapes
Still, nigga