Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Clap, artist - Strange Fruit Project. Album song The Healing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.07.2018
Record label: Spilt Milk Da Label
Song language: English
Soul Clap |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Ayy, ayy, the heart, the heart, the heart |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Ayy, ayy, the heart, the heart, the heart |
I couldn’t care less about what you brothers be drivin' |
So I’m gonna tell you a little about what I’ve been |
Strugglin' for pay that’s little more |
Than minimum wage, caged birds singing away |
I feel send it away |
Holding onto the promise that the present hour is soon to relay |
But I still remain a slave to the flesh |
when your heart and soul have been vandalised |
handle mine |
And I see your bullshit without a candle shine |
In the middle of dark where people practice the art |
Of nothing less than overcoming the stresses of life |
It’s like a vice, applying pressure to mics |
We get squeezing, all act like we ain’t needed advice |
But it’s all in our nature so I’m knowin' that it’s real for ya |
So here’s another soul clap to show I’m here for ya |
Can I get a soul clap for all the brothers on lockdown |
The brothers on rocks now, with you holdin' the spot down |
Can I get a for all the ladies who stand up |
To don’t need a man, what? |
Can I get get a soul clap for anybody out to get it |
If you hustlin', walk about it, don’t spit it |
We puttin' the soul back, back together again |
And soul clap for women and men |
I walk my soul on the surface, lurking through cracks and crevices |
they got brothers trapped, worshipping serpants |
pennies, searching for curses in my verses |
But God bless, I manifest, I put this fist to your chest |
And represent till my flesh is at rest |
And when I exit, resurrect through my seeds, connect the words that bleed |
The ink from the pen wrote on the pad |
That’s word to my mums and dad, best believe I’ma finish this for y’all |
I got my mind and my physical, spiritual law |
Guiding light on the path through the world system |
As I spit these lyrics released from my vocal structure |
Attack the mic like a vulture, like greek statues |
When I smash through the streets with the m-i-c |
In my hands, more players my ascention like that ribbon in the sky |
I’m living just enough to get by, Lord I try |
Can I get a soul clap for all the brothers on lockdown |
The brothers on rocks now, with you holdin' the spot down |
Can I get a for all the ladies who stand up |
To don’t need a man, what? |
Can I get get a soul clap for anybody out to get it |
If you hustlin', walk about it, don’t spit it |
We puttin' the soul back, back together again |
And soul clap for women and men |
Yeah, momma was good to me, daddy was great too |
Growing up was nurishing, helped me to grow like steak do |
I’m in the lake, but I’m trying to paddle back |
High tide rowin' cadillac |
I’m really, but I keep my hopes high |
Reachin' for my dreams as I travel, watchin' 'em flow by |
I feel so sad, it’s real |
Either got you stuck in the city or they blastin' ya |
Case is pendin', all these cops harrasin' ya |
Survive in my country or it’s back to Africa |
they want the blood like Dracula |
Hot spots downtown, up |
packing up, since you told me I’m cracking up |
Head high, look to the sky, ayo that’s wassup |
Soul clappin' just another brother that’s rappin' |
Like I told you before, it’s time for some action |
Can I get a soul clap for all the brothers on lockdown |
The brothers on rocks now, with you holdin' the spot down |
Can I get a for all the ladies who stand up |
To don’t need a man, what? |
Can I get get a soul clap for anybody out to get it |
If you hustlin', walk about it, don’t spit it |
We puttin' the soul back, back together again |
And soul clap for women and men |