Soul Provider

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a soul man, got a soul band and a sole plan Built to withstand the hype of a weak brand of MC Needing a commercial interruption That's why I dug down deep to come up with Soul styles and piles of rhymes and dope hooks Hanging "suckers" and the microphone cords how the rope looks It took some time for the real soul to emerge Fly like a free bird, now we can be heard Free is the key word, so no I won't reword A word I preferred to write or defer the light From one's left in the dark Souls a hip hop jam out in the park So I spark the minds of the sellouts Money's the root of evil, you're taking a hell route You sold your soul to the devil for a cheap rate And you fake rhymes over old street beat breaks Thinking you're hardcore, but you're coming soft You're an ink spot, you ain't coming off So come on, let me show you the way to go And the way to flow even though you say you know I think you don't, so here's a refresher course From a fresher source, and a vocal force Providing the soul and a message to guide ya [Refrain] I'm your soul provida' I'm your soul provida' [Verse 2] Black to basics, I gotta come in raw While The 45 King plays beats like a drum core And I'll arrange a verse that'll change the industry But I'll still entertain ya and inform you Meaning put you up on shit If insight is light I was born lit I make jams sure, to slam for the fans or The dance floor and advance your Musical interest for instance a sentence Will flow on the beat like a musical instrument The slightest increment of weak ya detect Let me know and I'll proofread and recheck The rhymes for mistakes, the raps for mishaps The beats for missed breaks, but when my fist wraps Around a mic neck and I'm mic checkin' it And the rhymes are connectin' with the beat then I'm wreckin shit Providing the soul where others may fall short I stay focused while the others are all caught Up on the money tip, and chauffeur driven cars To let all the honey dips know that you're living large But I ain't got nothing for them hoes but some hard times and bubblegum Plus some troublesome hard rhymes That bring you back to reality So you're not an outsider [Refrain] I'm your soul provida' I'm your soul provida' I'm your soul provida' I'm your soul provida' [Verse 3] What's your concept, explain your whole flow In a solo but cut that soul glow Get a down low, a crown or let your roots sprout and grow And throw the jheri juice out Cause your styles all wet and your rhymes drip drop I rip shop with real hip hop and watch your lip drop So pop the hood on your style Let me fix it and remix it and if it don't work I'll 86 it And bring the advanced new flow from the new year And let you hear with your own two ears Soul with a twist from a poet with it showing it And you sing along, blowing it, cause you're knowing it Word for word, even syllable for syllable My brain's a container when rhymes are low, it's refillable I re-up after, I be up on the block building You're at home with the children, watching "All My Children" While you care about the whereabouts of soap stars With no commercials I'll drop 20 dope bars That'll enter and stay inside your mind So listen to the poet with soul provida rhymes [Refrain] I'm your soul provida' I'm your soul provida' I'm your soul provida' [Outro] Ay yo, wassup alright check this out We sendin' this one out to DJ Erick Vaan We sendin' this one here out to the poetess Felicia And we also gonna send this one here out to the Flavor Unit in the house Yo, who else can we send this one out to? Oh yo, check this out we gonna send this out to the soul brothers