Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Food II, artist - Logic. Album song No Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Soul Food II |
Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people |
Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal |
On this Under Pressure sequel |
We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing |
People scared of change |
But you’ll find me deep in the cushion |
Even when I win, it feel like I’m losing |
Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin' |
I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin' |
What’s the conclusion? |
Or rather, my hypothesis |
I’m darker than Gotham is |
Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees |
You better believe |
I know how to turn a profit with ease |
Diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas |
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees |
Switch the topic, I drop it |
Fuck around then leave them all concussed |
When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked |
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one |
Your new shit ain’t good as your old shit |
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son |
And then some, gotta get some |
I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son |
As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme |
As a representation to give your family your time |
If you’re searching for love in the industry you’ll be let down |
They don’t love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound |
No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground |
That’s the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth |
Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof |
Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof |
But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance |
And I know that my debutantes |
Been keeping the legacy going |
By flowing so involuntarily seamless |
Me and my team is finally reaping |
What we been sowing like a seamstress |
I said I’m on one, I know I’m unsung |
Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun |
And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?) |
Hell yeah, now check the method |
I been livin' outside of pages for ages |
Now I’m back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back |
From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC |
It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC |
Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night |
Inhale, exhale, people hate |
Oh well, 2012 |
Dreamin' I’m a freshman on XXL |
2013, on the cover XXL |
Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail |
'Cause I prevail |
But that’s a story for another time |
Story for another rhyme |
And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually |
Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially |
And if we’re being modest then potentially |
And if we’re being humble then… |
Oh shit, it’s Raquel, she’s a fuckin' thot |
Ayy, fuck you guys! |
Fuck you guys! |
Suck my dick! |
Straight on the basement mic |
Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man |
I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun |
Back in the basement type shit |
Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world |
Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl |
The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station |
Was home to the very last of the human population |
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai |
And he’s the man that discovered the Ultra 85 |
Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia |
Made of ones and zeros, she was a program |
You could ask her any question even about the fall of man |
Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space |
That nobody before them had ever found in they database |
I mean, maybe it’s the place that’s meant for the human race |
The planet Paradise, Kai said to Thomas, «My God |
It’d be very nice, traveling through outer space |
We done had some scary nights |
We done had some scary fights» |
All about that rap shit, Kai like that trap shit |
Thomas love that boom bap shit |
«I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured |
What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?» |
«Don't think that way, my son |
Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun |
And if by chance we do come across an alien |
I’ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun |
Set to kill, never stun |
Wagwan, we get it done» |
Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere (Ten, nine) |
«We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here (Eight, seven) |
We gon' double check that it’s habitable and livable for man (Six, five) |
And no matter what happens you know we gon' stick to the plan» (Four, three) |
«Understood?» |
«Understand», «All good? |
Let’s get it then» (Two, one) |
Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound |
'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground |
What they found, a planet full of life |
A planet full of shit they never seen |
Straight up out a movie scene |
On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean? |
Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted |
If it wasn’t for the music in they ears, they would have lost it |
The seventh album by a musician they both revered |
First time this planet heard it, let’s call it a world premiere |
Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl |
That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser |
Wishin' he could undress her |
Give her the pipe, no lesser |
Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor |
Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher |
Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor? |
All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher |
Two men here to save the world, no pressure |