Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soulsville , by - O.C.. Song from the album Same Moon Same Sun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soulsville |
| Destined for greatness |
| It’s all but facts |
| The one who surpasses |
| In this realm remains nameless |
| It’s alright, I’m cool |
| So there’s a lot of raps |
| Quest for the holy grails |
| All fall without a map |
| The bread trail has not yet set sail |
| All these years and my soul still ain’t up for sale |
| Boundaries, I knock 'em down see |
| I’m granted rite of passage hostiles |
| When I pass through the Panama Canal |
| According to a source, according to some |
| Fuck all the hearsay my flow still as gritty as the slum |
| No occupant anymore |
| Of living by the sword or dying by the gun |
| Prodigal son |
| The high priest hold an elite seat |
| At the table of bars and beats |
| For all that I’ve achieved |
| Life’s flickering, my name headlining a banner |
| Up on the marquee |
| No brutal bully can fuck with me |
| O’s a virus for rappers |
| If it applies to you writers |
| Bacteria to your body, a case of meningitis |
| So, children of a lesser god |
| This is what I’m destined for |
| An ally to an X-Men, enemy to the Sentinels |
| La la la la la |
| La la, la laaa |
| From NY but my spirit’s straight outta Soulsville |
| Oh oh oh oh ohhh |
| Oh oh, oh ohhh |
| Watch me, clutch a cobra |
| Squeeze out the life in him |
| Extract the venom |
| And use it against who’s sinning |
| Adrenaline pumping, heart thumping |
| My pulse racing |
| Fear of the unknown makes me more brazen |
| My eyes for change, appearances I sustain |
| Frequent fly miles are logged before I’m off the plane |
| That’s right I’m still fly! |
| Made a deal with father time |
| And it cost me a dime |
| Like Preem' and Royce I’m in my prime |
| While some are lullaby’d |
| Out the game as if they’re road kill |
| From NY but my spirit’s straight outta Soulsville |
| When I’m in the zone |
| Words are captured on the track as if it’s on film |
| Or visualised on stills |
| The product is packaged, boxed |
| To listen it or buying it |
| Don’t stop 'til my flesh is cold in the ground |
| Which will be no time soon |
| As far as I can assume |
| But if not, you still feel my aura in the room |
| Poster child of vocal style |
| Both live and in the booth |
| Never faulters when I’m riding the groove |
| When I embark on a mission |
| It’s well thought 'cos I’m a tactition |
| A practitioner craft in Gods image |
| La la la la la |
| La la, la laaa |
| From NY but my spirit’s straight outta Soulsville |
| Oh oh oh oh ohhh |
| Oh oh, oh ohhh |