D.Moore - 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** 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** 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**hes notice me 1st Execs too, press soon n***a 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***a 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** 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 Pricked 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**ers 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 d**h of imitation Feels Like the ending is near Either u k** or u die Or U die and u k** Lifes imitating art The Walking dead is 4 real The game died a long time ago Radio k**ed 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** 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 damn 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** 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 snatch 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** 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***as 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***a That'll never retreat So Shut ya mouth Open ya ears And take Several seats If u talking that bullsh**... Theres a war #goingon outside No bullsh** Right in front of our door No bullsh** They gunning down our children N they getting off Even if a n***a 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** trump!