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fatlip & blu - good for the soul (extended) كلمات الأغنية

good for the soul (extended) lyrics
[intro: fatlip]
yo, yeah
yeah (yeah) uh_huh

[verse 1: fatlip]
food for your soul, my lyricals are medicinal
third eye peripheral, i see it all, leave ’em in awe
even if it ain’t intentional
my mistakes are greater than what any fake n_gga meant to do
i stop the negativity and elevate in a spiritual state
something you define as a divinity
god, no complex, i just stay humble
pass me the platter, i got kush to crumble
stand tall like mutombo, lebron with the pen game
i’m going in like i’m going insane
you know my name, icon to the 80s babies
don’t play me, baby, b_tch n_ggas got rabies
is it me or is sh_t getting crazy?
end of the days nowadays nothing really faze me
unless it pays me, i don’t even pay attention
i’m about my money, that’s just something i ain’t gotta mention

[chorus]
relax and take notes
th_th_there ain’t no stop_stop_stopping me
one for the money, yessir, two for the show
lo_lo_load up the mic_mic and bust one
re_relax and take notes
there ain’t no stop_stop_stopping me
one for the money, yessir, two for the show
lo_lo_load up the mic_mic and bust one
[verse 2: blu]
oh so you new in town? you new edition, n_gga cool it down
we shoot clowns out their squad cars, bars
on the blocks is the heavy metal rockstars
making cops set a n_gga free when we drop bars
i vanguard your pop charts
you pop tarts, you’re not hard, you popcorn
you not hot, you just got warm, and got warned
when them shots swarmed, ayo, keys over locked doors
we shoot the truth that’ll stop wars
we’re on the block with the mom and pops at the swap store
we got ours, who got yours?
blu got more, bro, hop off that jaguar
i swear i told the wh0re i wasn’t born a day ago
coming out the bank with dough like i robbed the baker store
black and gold like the raiders at the lake show
blu start balling and your pockets got their ankles broke
d_mn, how you stand like a grown man?
with my cash on both hands, old man

[chorus]
relax and take notes
th_th_there ain’t no stop_stop_stopping me
one for the money, yessir, two for the show
lo_lo_load up the mic_mic and bust one
re_relax and take notes
there ain’t no stop_stop_stopping me
one for the money, yessir, two for the show
lo_lo_load up the mic_mic and bust one
[verse 3: hemlock ernst]
step up to the problem when the mission is impossible
kick rocks, your progress gon’ slump
bumps from inside of the trunk
they hunker down when the artist in town
i open eyes when i author the sound
why these cops never in hospital gowns?
pops’ in a lot of pain now since going under the knife
streets in a lot of pain now but they been sentenced for life
well, i was raised up in a white castle
obese prodigy with seven_headed adam’s apple
dragon sn_tched me from youth but i escaped through the booth
sniffing poisons ’til the roof of my mouth
felt like the roof of a house, insomniac, always grinding it out
not a sharp tooth left in the south
so i split from the flatlands, saved myself from god’s leather belt
only mom’s, didn’t need god’s f_cking help
’cause what’s praying to the sky save ya?
a couple holy words spilled out on the curb ‘fore they cremate ya
no weed paper, forever blowed, the church of the skypager

[chorus]
relax and take notes
th_th_there ain’t no stop_stop_stopping me
one for the money, yessir, two for the show
lo_lo_load up the mic_mic and bust one
re_relax and take notes
there ain’t no stop_stop_stopping me
one for the money, yessir, two for the show
lo_lo_load up the mic_mic and bust one
[verse 4: ras kass]
kicking soup for your chakras, i pop off, not the vodka
got me on my huey new’, dying like a dr. sebi
and still tryna f_ck lil’ debbie
don’t judge me, i’m all about my fetti already
used to be a b_boy, breakin’ like the levis
white tee, black leather coat, arthur fonzarelli
ayy, dope lyrics to dj machete
so we serve cold cuts like a deli, medley
meals, machiavelli to dwele
salute to my force users until rassie the last jedi (jedi?)
i’m a fat b_st_rd
so all you lil’ rap n_ggas get in my belly!
if you slip, me, i recommend fat, blu, lip
put on wax like a dirty q_tip
new sh_t exclusive, iceberg’ll sink a n_gga cruise ship
ac in the cream tesla, that’s a cool whip

- fatlip blu

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