Soulflexin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Onyx the Birthstone Kid] Now, just to blow this up like I intended Straight from the Kausin' Much Damage will I send it I recommend hittin just fittin just fine then throw it up Vocals for locals, the whole nine, I'm blowin' up The Birthstone Kid, I got it goin' on Every time I throw it on, allied strength is what I'm growin' on I kick styles like maybe this one or that one Whichever which I bust, it's got to be a fat one Like Walter Hudson, my rhymes is thick, son So, when you pick one, man, I'm gonna lick one God style, hard with no smile 'Cause I profile, for the ignorant child And when I bust off, homeboy with no heso' I just bust at Point blank range, y'all think I ain't livin' strange? I got this soul thing caught up in a head swing I'm on the mic with the Gods, and I'm, soulflexin' [Verse 2: Subroc] Straight from the flock with skills Pizzazz your whole cipher Subroc builds, as is As I jazz it up I grease your okey-dokey then Yup, I do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up Grown to be 65 inch Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch Indeed I rap, ghetto folk'll snatch your soul intact Now, slap your head up, bob and catch stiff neck MC selekta The addict to this funk thing And it sticks to you dramatic like static cling, for granted Laps for years, I avoid troubled traps Help me out the hole, to the brother I'll give double daps Cuttin' that old haps, to the straightening comb Maybe, twine the knots, I'll have the nappy dome Send me the home, crankin' with electric bass drag Kick 'em big, but won't brag, I was hittin' into a rag I don't slack, so won't you let it off? (Let it off!) Can the MC selekta set it off? (Set it off!) Suffer the {?} you can't, my style is ambiguous Rockin' it 24/7, clock is broken tickless Broke up yup I'm on, the uppity uppity note I can rock styles that move, a party a party boat With clout no doubt I gots to boom the boom From Onyx my man, to Zev X my physical Yes, I'm braggin like a wagon wheel I roll I have my cake and eat it too, and lick the bowl I'm soulflexin' [Verse 3: Zev Love X] Yo yo, can I get up on this? Get up on this? Yo I'ma get on this, confusion, pure I collect dust and rust colored coins Trust rock a mic and must grip the loins From a ton gun a big slug As quickly, as I'm sickly, if sucks some of pig Plug my mic in, discuss this tons of dust That's been busted for a rust-like tint, {?} Despicable, duck, more Scrooge than Rickle No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle Now check, check, check it out, I's no goody good I wreck you're never luckin' out so get the Woody Woodpecker Check when plaid slacks was a trademark, I made marks Now back taxes always stay at max of stacks so I'm a bad guy and I'll snuff with a noogie (boo!) Some do slump punks but up jumps the Boogie Man I got a natural coppertone, tan and plus 800 coats of gold in my glands And one can on the wall, one can If that can would, happen to fall lend out a hand, to snag it Ill ain't nothin' spilled and be drippin' or leakin' See on, the lip I'm speakin' and be steady seekin', some soulflexin' [Outro: Zev Love X] The God Zev X is soulflexin' Yeah the MC selector was soulflexin' And the Birthstone Kid is soulflexin' And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin' And the S.O.S. are soulflexin' Yeah the God Ansaar is soulflexin' My man {?} is soulflexin' Haji, and Sadat X be flexin' Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin' My man Diego D be soulflexin' The Gods from Long Beach be flexin' Yeah the Gods from Now Rule be flexin' Phife and Jarobi be flexin' Q-Tip and Ali be flexin' Posdnuos and Dove be cold flexin' Maseo, Maseo be flexin' Superman Clark Kent be soulflexin' Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin' The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin' And the L.O.N.S. be soulflexin' And the H2O be soulflexin' And {?} be soulflexin' Stanley Winslow be soulflexin' And the {?} be soulflexin' And my man Geeby be soulflexin' And the engineer Gamz be soulflexin' And Dante is like the worst person Yoooooooo, OUT