Chris Conway - Soul Plan lyrics

God bless the child that can hold his own Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn The type that's known to set the tone Just pa** the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x) Check it, it's the player to examine My thought patterns are deep like canyons A tough companion that women won't adandon That's my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like Nino Lay incognito, because life's a gamble like ceelo That's what we know, forget what they know, or say yo I gotta do my thing, I can't be caught hanging like a halo Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing more chips than Ruffles God bless the child that can hold his own Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn The type that's known to set the tone Just pa** the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x) I'm gigantic, coming hard like granite Forget where you're from, I represent the whole planet Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging) The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern Opponents I check 'em, got sk**s out the rectum Display many styles like colors in a spectrum You can't escape the inconcealable n***as is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (Right) I fell off? Come on, imagine it It's the sharp elaborate Type of n***a that's not having it On some new sh**, some extra cool sh** The type to lounge in the crib all day Peeping pay-per-view sh** Word, it's bugged, hops, I love props When I come to town, I'm under survailance like drug spots '96, coming from the rear quick I'm on some ol' "hit the lotto & disappear" sh** God bless the child that can hold his own Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn The type that's known to set the tone Just pa** the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x) I use poetic psychiatric types of tactics Man, this rap sh** got me seeing more green than St. Patrick's The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor) That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater Catch me shining from a mile away The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping Alize You see me sinning with the money and the women You think I'm winning? sh**, I'm barely living Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pa** Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fibergla** I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid f** chasing chickens in the barnyard Word up, while you're still clowning I'm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of Will Downing Living the life of a grown man Me and Dink, and Roy Ayers, we got the Soul Plan God bless the child that can hold his own Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn The type that's known to set the tone Just pa** the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x) (Roy Ayers solos on the keys til fade)