Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I just dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a
[Originally by Buffalo Springfield] Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of
Překlad: Spěch. Pan Soul.
: [Originally by Buffalo Springfield] Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event
on your mission And get down for your dough, see the real niggas ready out here Taken control, see I'm screamin' out Mo' with my pockets on swoll Please Mr
in gold is a no-no Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O' And the folks don't understand, yes you can Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man
I wanna hear you say yes Yo, we in a rush Yo, pass me the keys to the truck so I can start my husslin' Yo, we in a rush Turn up the speakers so my words
. ahh ahh. bring it live Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad Hook: "one mc" "after" (x3) "on the mic"- souls of
clinks glass* GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels? *Ol Dirty singing in the background* [Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby
leave me on To the yellow brick road that runs through to ya soul I got an easy pass, I ain't worried about the toll Ha ha, long hair, don't care Mr
pleasin', so put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel And turn the radio up while I finish this L Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr
I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves Selected brave, ah, lecture me extra waves Doggin' your sounds causing you clowns just to cave Address the rage, rush
burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr
my pockets fat And not flat, not flat And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats And girls play my lap bcause I made soul clap I guess it's like that
Gza: what the fuck is that, hell's angels? *ol dirty singing in the background* [ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby steels]
't hold us, they can't please A hungry man is an angry man and the war will never cease Malicious soldier person make me hold them, oh, freeze Hey, you, Mr
chill, it's a sign of maturity And I would never steal a chant from a Black Greek Fraternity Elvis, Elvis baby, too bold, too bold Ice, ice baby, no soul, no soul
