Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fahrenheit, artist - Soul Khan.
Date of issue: 15.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fahrenheit |
I be the S-O-U to the fucking twelfth letter |
Never change styles just so I can sell better |
Been a lot of things but a fool ain’t one |
Got a food chain gun and the Wu-Tang's lungs |
I spew flames from an esophagus |
Clogged up with butane |
You thinking, who came as hot as this |
New age metropolis dude made in Optimus — |
Prime’s image? |
I’m living proof, ain’t no stopping this |
Small young whitey called «Khan Almighty» |
Suckers get mad cause they’re squad all likes me |
What America wants most, since Ice went gold |
Soul been nice since the ice been cold |
I speak like each word emerged from the Lord himself |
Even if it didn’t, I guess it sort of helped |
See, I ain’t ever been afraid of global warming |
Cause the same shit happens when soul’s performing |
The city’s on fire and they trying to blame me |
Fought with the Devil now he’s trying to frame me |
Nobody listens but parasites |
Cause they don’t know the meaning of fahrenheit |
I got that beast disease, I need a freak to please |
A mix of Beyonce and Alicia Keys |
Nah, she want a dude that’s deep with cheese |
So if I try to kick game, I catch three degrees |
And that frozen shoulder ain’t ever going to turn |
So here are a few of the things I’d burn |
Cartier glasses and Louis V purses |
The money of the fools that think that she’s worth it |
The Nikes of them white boys that all rock dunks |
When four years ago they were hard rock punks |
I’m more than my sneakers, torching your speakers |
Got it on lock like the warden that greets you |
Born with a fever, I’m holding a cleaver |
To turn these pit bulls into golden retrievers |
Told that my features ain’t going to sell |
I said you better hope that there ain’t no hell |