The Voice - Soul Khan

Well this time I got a different grudge

Like a hit man with a list that’s written in blood

I understand the man sam kinison was

Infuriated by the things these idiots love

I used to never lace my timberlands up

Til I stumbled down to reality with a sickening thud

My nose bloody, nobody giving a fuck

And the stars silent like I wasn’t wishing enough

Opportunity’s a stripper, you can tip her a buck

But without the scrilla, no permission to touch

This is the kind of drum line that reminds me of group home

Nodding while I’m polishing a pile of chewed bones

This ain’t the battle rapper with the file that you know

Soul about to turn your oldest child to juno

Astounded I’m allowed within a mile of school zones

I’m not a stick in the mud, I am your tombstone

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This is the voice that made a frightened boy into a man

This is the voice that led her to me so we’d join in hands

This is the voice that creates violence or slays tyrants

And taken me as far as any voyage can

Soul Khan

I take the blunt approach as if I was under oath

Got my balls and my word, shorty you can suck 'em both

Buck 'em with a thunderbolt and funnel coke

Into any hipster honey hungry with a scummy throat

That’s outlandish, but damn it if I’m wifing 'em though

Had a true love, but truth was, my mind couldn’t hold

Enough space for her and music, wouldn’t let it turn abusive

Sort of like a castration, had to lighten the load

What, am I supposed to wave and bow

For the little paper that I’m making now?

Hold on just a second while I take account

Of the costs and benefits, while I fondly reminisce, of dreams of eating geena

davis out

I developed in a cellar like I’m sloth fratelli

Now I’m elegant as pegasuses on pirellis

I prefer to Kill a Mockingbird to Machiavelli

So that explains why this kid’s the sickest, yo, I’m sorry, telly

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