Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Minyan , by - Soul Khan. Release date: 15.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Minyan |
| I heard their chitter chatter like «Soul be acting foul» |
| All holier than thou while they hold the golden cow |
| No minerals or vitamins, that ain’t gonna feed ya |
| We live in an environment where Rap is anesthesia |
| So don’t be afraid of what I’m offering you |
| I just got a couple questions like I’m audio two |
| Like what’s it gonna take for me to be the top billa? |
| But what’s the fucking point if I can never work with Dilla? |
| We went from true schooling it to just YouTubing it |
| Fuck your website and the assholes that Googled it |
| I want to make music and them panties drop |
| But leave the braindead chickens at the candyshop |
| You see I ain’t the kind of dude that they sweat so hard |
| I push a 2009 yellow Metrocard |
| And if I’m talking 'bout you, then bless your stars |
| Cause if you don’t face the truth then you get no scars |
| From cuts to bruises, my flesh is a road map |
| Between then and now and I wish I could go back |
| To the little kid that always had the biggest mouth |
| And say, «I know it’s hard, but you really gotta stick it out» |
| One, two, three, Mississippi |
| Four, five, come on, get with me |
| Six, seven, heaven won’t lift me |
| Eight, nine lives for the shifty |
| Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten |
| It’s like ten times a day, I pray for something more than a bitter end (repeats) |
| It’s like ten times a day I play the janitor |
| Sweeping up the stairway to heaven clutching the banister |
| And each step’s a mile high |
| So I ascend with deep breaths and wild eyes and never lose my stamina |
| Whether God exists or is just a fraud or myth |
| He better tell me what to build before the fucking water shifts |
| I was named for my grandmother’s very young brother |
| Who was shot and buried with others in various clusters |
| He was slain at sixteen, so while you play with sixteens |
| I’mma always hold it down for the weight of his dreams |
| Painting lush hopes with brush strokes as thick as curvaceous hips |
| And praying when it dries, it’s as lovely as their nakedness |
| I ain’t ever made a switch like autotune abusers |
| This is 1995 colliding with the future |
| Maybe I ain’t got the kind of style that you’re used to |
| Fuck it, I’ve been writing since the crying of the rooster |
| Wake the fuck up |