a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop Can I get a Soul Clap
my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin
the Scarface Groove Startin' to sweat, I know it's hard to breathe Rhymes are on time so you better believe The style, sick of the style, 'cause the style
you openin' for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
a orderly fashion Message to the fake nigga flashin' Slow up Oc before you get dropped And closed like a caption Fractional kids don't know the time for action Styles
pone muy dificil Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil Chain gang, gang bang P, P, P, P
at the BP, shot 'em off G.P. Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C. D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C. C-74 switched 'em over to P.C. Like Chuck D, we the '06
cracked by drum tracks smack loud as gun claps Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll Soul
We got E.A.P. in the house tonight Edgar Allan Poe America's favorite anti-transcendentalist We're taking this back, way back Nineteenth century style
Bitches gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!" Where he go? Me I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin
bust Raw facts, True essence dont echo through all raps We need to counteract bringing them soul claps Ignite roots connection, Express new projections Innovative, Creative styles
C'mon Oh shit Yeah yeah Oh shit Oh shit C'mon c'mon Uhh, yeah yeah yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut Long time comin', ya heard? M.O.P., Big motherfuckin
could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think, I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take a lota shots, A I style Jada
us But the crowd kept clapping Blessed with soul?s lights So turn off your brights Overexposure will bring about a clear soul Don?t push, but piles For this here new style
, do it how they didn't Now they really wanna try to do it, but I'm telling them no I'm in a predicament with imitators Wanna take my style and other
by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade
a hundred situations ampin me The block (hot) cop a (top shots) at your whole fucking family (Sup, Billy Danze?) True (Clap, clap) Who the fuck are you? (Clap, clap
We here, we ain't goin' nowhere Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
