Soul a la Mode

Lyrics

Intro: Pismo Pismo, Marc D, delightfully, we say to you Verse 1: Pismo Soul a la mode, rough nigga silk robe Turn rhymes, turn silver, turn gold, position holds Roll with the win fin without the hat and jay (hat and jay) Imagine take Thaddeus and minus the fake (minus the fake) For goodness sake he's putting them cake emcees to high in calories But you know PX90 of him shoving them blindly Mash pit finely, unwinding, signing with white flags that these haters are rewinding Minding my own business while you tend to yours Are cops stories of these whores that we twisted on tour Feel like a oar, roar like a lion, soar from the thorn in the pawn Pinheads to prove that I'm raw (to prove that I'm raw) They saw the light in the night so Queens make me the King Ladies realize the truth in the songs I sing Is it wrong for pawns to stand strong from the way And deem me the MC child whose boosts courageously Huh Verse 2: Substantial Substantial and Marcus D, masters of artistry, let's go ya'll, hey Microphone in my hand, seeking a crowd but no master Ceremony, I'm the only guy you should ask for Compare the homie to phonies reply shit after Known for getting in the dome and have em wylin the raft Cus I don't rap for other rappers or the chaps to play I'm sick of them want the real but only feelin when they exaggerating I put the truth before the cool ain't nothing realer than that It's what been missing in fact So I fill in the gap like double penetration Dudes starting to sound the same like literation And I'm your liberation, ain't no imitation understudies are stuck Devils obliterating any for the dubbies that want Trouble are whippersnappers getting after the roots in your Hustle will fill the caption then affect the dudes that I want Stumble uh, born to rumble so the struggle never topple me So many battle scars are just novelty Stizzel Verse 3: Cise Star Yo, my speech impediments are rhythmic and elegant Whole crowds surround just to listen to this rhetoric A high born with high scores who sleep easy than sight-boards Who stands out like magic marker writing on the white boards So permanent we hurting it, beat the beat merciless With Ming Dynasty greatness you bow when you've heard of us Building forbidden cities with this fly rhyme committee About to choose the world as if I was a 13th hippie The other twelve you call disciples but they really gypsies I'm off topic but when I'm gone the world will miss me Cise, with brass knuckles on this mic device My soul a la mode till the world fades to white Heisenberg with my words verse through as ice Sober when I write but vodka in the sprite tonight Some crystal here but lemon wedge got me feelin nice Look into the sky the brightest star is so precise