[Chali 2na]
Never think just for
Shits and giggles
Do we spit sylable riddles
For bits and kibbles
So chics can wiggles and shake
Cause this image is fake
[Akil]
I`m tryin hard to relate
In a place filled with so much hate
[Soup]
Some brothers debate
Some love or some hate
Whatever the case
Its all about the choices you make
That`s the reason your balloon`ll deflate
[Chali 2na]
But to relate
We tryin` to take rap back to its primitive state, wait
[Marc 7]
No overnight success or runnin` with vets
Just pure unadulterated work progress
I`m willin` to bet the farm
You`d give your right arm
For a piece of the pie
Ask yourself, Why?
Chorus:
[All]
If you only knew
The trials and tribulations we been through
But if you only knew
We`re real people homey, just like you
We humble, but don`t mistake us for some corny ass crew
What we do, is try to give you what you ain`t used to
[Marc 7]
Soul music, somethin` we can all relate to
[Akil]
Yo yo, I ams what I am and thats all I can be
Uh, no more no less what you`re seein` is me
Akil the emcee dubbed the U-I-S-C, uh
Wise, intelligent, God did bless me
[Soup]
Yes we, rock up off the S-B freshly
Especially dangerous rough and deadly
[All]
The pimp positioner, tip the Richter...Scale
[Chali 2na]
Alone we sink together we sail and prevail
The rum raisin comin through guns blazin`
Some of you duns runnin` ones with none savin`
Complainin`, me and my clan are unscathen
From the soul comes somethin` amazin`
Chorus
(talking in background)
[Akil]
Yo, how many times I got to hear
Some fanatic in my ear
Tellin` me I got to keep it real
When they ain`t payin` my bills
Or feedin` my kids, judgin` me on how I live
If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills?
[Marc 7]
Have you forgetten who you are?
Oh, you think yo a star
Why you frontin`? (You ain`t nothin`)
You went from nothin` to somethin`
But somethin` means nothin` if ya people still wantin`
[Chali 2na]
And ya got money and givin` them nothin`
[All]
Flossin` and frontin`
[Soup]
Ya game of sharades
The way you behave
The image you save
Yeah brother thats one big parade
I`m sick of your ways
I`m sittin here spittin a phrase
Next time they smile and they wave
They probably be with a gaze
Chorus
[Marc 7]
Soul..soul..soul..soul..soul
