Supreme Righteous - Soul Khan

Excuse me, can i get an ear from you?

Nah, fuck it, just a bucket for a tear or two

How can i be spiritual

When i am stuck in here with you?

You ain’t got the answers, son

I’m looking for akira’s room

I’ll drink a beer with you

And contemplate on what’s real

Taking me for granted

Well, i guess that’s how the sun feels

The bassline and rhythm are my spacetime continuum

I won’t stop for nothing like keanu at the buswheel

Gimme that word of mouth, time to tell a few friends

I’m mr.

ehrmantraut tying up my loose ends

You the lack the minerals and vitamins and gluten

Q throwing bishop off the roof, that’s a juice cleanse

See to the desperate

It’s effortless to sell a dream

So shorty, make it drop like my self esteem

These other dudes are just overly developed memes

They’re sockpuppets, son, i tell you what the hell i mean

Elohim

So please give me that flame

Just a flicker of light

And i’mma give you the same

I’mma get this shit right

This might be the one

It’s still dope if it ain’t

And my time hasn’t come

But i hope that it waits

Y’all wanna get turnt up?

Well i’m getting burnt out

So open your purse up

We’re going to church now

Ain’t nothing to purchase

To make you feel worthwhile

I’ve come with a purpose

Got game like it’s earthbound

It’s not what you think like

She’s pulling her skirt down

Homie, this that feeling in your gut before the alien bursts out

The book of genesis can’t mess with my sperm count

And fucking with my mona lisa’s nothing to smirk 'bout

My rhyme style’s way more fly than my lifestyle

But neither one can shine as bright as my wife’s smile

When bringing home the bacon is your single motivation

It’s like you gotta starve to keep this shit highbrow

The only man to skinny dip in a sarlac

With hardly a part scratched

I’m trying to get around like willie nelson’s guitar strap

So hand me my contract

I’ll sign it in cognac