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ones (aka slim biggins) - how much 4 your soul? lyrics
intro:
uh huh
yeah
#how real is this?
uh
#how real is this?
look
#how real is this?
#uh huh
-how much 4 ur soul?
uh huh
rithim jones on the beat
perf on the mix
and i am ones
slim biggins
#look, look
if u really wanna k!ll me well…
#mi can dead!
hook:
u gon need that tech on nas dresser
#and
biggies 44
every wu tang sword
resurrect puns ac
get that mac that he packed
in the back
matterfact
u gon need more than that
better get a smif n wessun
#and
daz’s dillinger
#both
coreys and peters gunz
#and
god’s permission
_the
games made to be #told not sold
while yall forced to pay a toll…
#how much 4 ur soul?
verse 1:
uh
u want authentic or a replica?
…they sing the same ol song
sound pathetic but…
yall used to that
so i’m back with rhymes
since they bent yall backwards
like
yall ain’t got no spine
i fight the kinda fight
u gotta take out side
#u know?
on sum fight club sh-t
so who i’m fighting is i
n still i’m fighting for us
i won’t break my stride
_u trynto fight ur way thru the door
i just take my time
#uh
i take my time
with perfect timing i push
when its my time
_that’s y b-tches notice me 1st
execs too, press soon
n-gga truth be told
i woulda been signed in 09
if i sold my soul
but i won’t go pop!
they tried to mase me n-gga
shiny suit, distort the truth
make me different
they want me to
dance, turn up
(and) make party records
turn my back on my god
#spread illuminati messages
hook:
#if u really wanna k!ll me then
u gon need that tech on nas dresser
#and
biggies 44
every wu tang sword
resurrect puns ac
get that mac that he packed
in the back
matterfact
u gon need more than that
better get a smif n wessun
#and
daz’s dillinger
#both
coreys and peters gunz
#and
god’s permission
this
games was made to be told not sold
but yall forced to pay a toll…
#how much 4 ur soul?
verse 2:
you!
sold ur soul
they put a gun 2 ya head huh?
forced u in a chair
gave u a contract u ain’t read huh
pr-cked ya finger
made u sign it in blood
yeah i enjoy the money
but i rap 4 the love
i’m from the
county of k!llers
demanding respect
been thru the
whole ny
go head re-trace my steps
you’ll neva find a slip
#u can say
i covered my tracks
300 songs deep, and
ain’t nun of em wack
this that sound bwoy burial
resurrection of real
death of imitation
feels like the ending is near
either u
k!ll or u die
or
u die and u k!ll
lifes imitating art
the walking dead is 4 real
the game died a long time ago
radio k!lled it
n yall all co-defendants
for promoting this weirdness
but!
i won’t die
i’m lyrically immortal
#all hail
the slow flow king
the number one plural
#me caaaant dead
hook:
#if u really wanna k!ll me well…
u gon need that tech on nas dresser
#and
biggies 44
every wu tang sword
#whatelse
resurrect puns ac
get that mac that he packed
in the back
matterfact
u gon need more than that
better get a smif n wessun
#and
daz’s dillinger
#both
coreys and peters gunz
#and
god’s permission
the
games made to be told not sold
yall forced to pay a toll…
#how much 4 ur soul?
#how much 4 ur soul?
verse 3:
..u see?
i represent this new age pimpin
yall frontin 4 sum money
they pay u to b different
you
sold ur sold for fancy
whips and chains
n its a d-mn shame
modern day 12 year slaves
i’m a free man
n i don’t care what they paying
no fear corked ears
#i don’t hear what they saying
it’ll never b the truth
it might b better for u
so go ‘head play that role
n i’d k!ll da messenger too
8
sooo
…no matter who u send
they can’t murder me
lyrically or physically
god put me here
#purposely
u ca borrow mack’s 10
bruckshots in belly
a machine gun from kelly
vinnies in sn-tch
u ca send a army of marksman
still ill never get hit
#even wit
oswalds gun that they claimed he shot kennedy with
#look!
i don’t have to ever b rich
i’m content with just enuff
n being lyrically fit
hook:
sooooo
if u really wanna k!ll me
u gon need that tech on nas dresser
#and
biggies 44
every wu tang sword
#whatelse
resurrect puns ac
get that mac that he packed
in the back
matterfact
u gon need more than that
better get a smif n wessun
#and
daz’s dillinger
#both
coreys and peters gunz
#and
god’s permission
the
games made to be told not sold
yall forced to pay a toll…
#how much 4 ur soul?
#how much 4 ur soul?
verse 4:
while yall prayed for paris
i prayed for kenya
and i..
prayed for flint
while yall prayed for belgium
i’m so
sick of this feeling
so i made pimp the system
trynto touch n-ggas hearts
#pause
get ya minds out that prison
i’m locked in
yall locked up
ur half weak
get ya mind right
now our future looking bleek
i’m a stand up n-gga
that’ll never retreat
so shut ya mouth
open ya ears
and take several seats
if u talking that bullsh-t…
theres a war #goingon outside
no bullsh-t
right in front of our door
no bullsh-t
they gunning down our children
n they getting off
even if a n-gga filmed it
so i chose to use my lyrical ability
to go deep mentally
and fight the power physically
#sooooooo
go head n label me
public enemy
number ones
from jump
##f-ck trump!
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