Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Séance, artist - Soulchef. Album song Good Vibes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2015
Record label: Délicieuse
Song language: English
The Séance |
| Raised in Palm Beach |
| A jungle of concrete |
| Always keep a gat at arms reach |
| Using my bomb speech |
| Hoping that all of my songs teach |
| All the non believers who false preach |
| Once you clutch money they all leech |
| There’s a day where you and your pops breach |
| Don’t burn bridges where you do not speak |
| Move with swiftness, follow at God Speed |
| They tried to knock me off my axis |
| But I mastered my craft, over 10,000 hours of practice |
| Now I’m point like the needles on a cactus |
| Fact is, I don’t boast how I’m better than most |
| I’m just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts |
| Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats |
| But don’t get burnt like fingers clutching a roach |
| Come correct when you approach and salute when I’m ghost |
| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit |
| Hear the young vandal spit |
| Pressure, yeah I handled it |
| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |
| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit |
| Hear the young vandal spit |
| Pressure, yeah I handled it |
| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |
| Deadlines never sweat it |
| Decisions never regretted |
| Codes of life forever embedded |
| Straight to success is the only place that I’ve ever been headed |
| Through your simple mind, get it |
| Or fall back |
| All of ya’ll please get off my ball sack |
| I promise I’d call back |
| Stuck in the 90's, I guess that I’m All That |
| And a bag of chips so now you know that I’m all Phat |
| Like the Farm Russell mass produced |
| The hardships I went through weren’t self induced |
| Deadly poison I’m a brown recluse |
| Don’t be clueless of the situation |
| Product of my environment and how I’m situated |
| Please peep what I’m saying with no hesitation |
| The premise I’m vacating, now do what I do like an imitation |
| What I’m insinuating, let’s get it popping like grease from bacon |
| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit |
| Hear the young vandal spit |
| Pressure, yeah I handled it |
| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |
| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit |
| Hear the young vandal spit |
| Pressure, yeah I handled it |
| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |
| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit |
| Hear the young vandal spit |
| Pressure, yeah I handled it |
| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |
| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit |
| Hear the young vandal spit |
| Pressure, yeah I handled it |
| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |