Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Rebels, artist - Reflection Eternal. Album song Train Of Thought, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Soul Rebels |
It’s the eternalist, y’all burn to this, blaze da dro' |
Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go Before this here blow like a volcano |
we get eternal, this is what you waitin’for, |
you try to front and play the role |
When you more like a pimp who pay the ho With my name up in your mouth like fellatio |
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio |
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio |
Underground classics is what they used to say before |
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose |
They hate it, cuz they know if they don’t get it, then they may be slow |
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio |
The stakes is three feet high and risin’like De La Soul |
So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo |
We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough |
But y’all already know so I ain’t gotta say no mo' |
(Chorus, Maseo) |
De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need |
We got the masters of the ceremonies, |
blessin’emcees lip professin’emcees |
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D Let me hear you scream out loud if you’re somebody |
Party to party, body to body, |
when we come into the jam we do it wildstyle |
(Posdnous) |
Yo! |
I’m homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain |
It’s the extravaganza we glad you came, |
made only for them heads, it’s infra-red Aim |
For such a world figure, we got figures to gain |
(don't sleep on a nigga) |
I ain’t Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane |
Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame |
While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane |
Ain’t some old school G poppin’memory lane, been on it future robotic |
Since the day I came |
If you don’t know Plug Wonder Why is my name |
Most recognized leo with my size in mane, |
matter a fact track is simple and Plain, |
Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, |
Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo’sho' |
We be shinin’the same |
(Dave) |
Y’all think these challengers is here to make a man fold |
Shoot I’ve been holdin’these joints since I was yea old |
Came to confirm the fact that I’ve been on the payroll |
Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old |
Continue til I’m dyin, rottin’out gray and old |
I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll |
While I’ve been sittin’at the table eatin’steak whole, side of greens |
Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal, |
But they want to come spit your way so, |
so was I supposed to go and say no, |
Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll |
I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples |
I’m from LI we take it far as out as naples |
And scrape hoes who’ll be willing to take clothes off (off) |
See once you bet it all against reflects eternal, |
you lose every rapper on a dept |
Y’all need to pay ya dues |