Marink - The Voice lyrics

Soul Khan: Well this time I got a different grudge Like a hit man with a list that's written in blood I understand the man sam kinison was Infuriated by the things these idiots love I used to never lace my timberlands up Til I stumbled down to reality with a sickening thud My nose bloody, nobody giving a f** And the stars silent like I wasn't wishing enough Opportunity's a stripper, you can tip her a buck But without the scrilla, no permission to touch This is the kind of drum line that reminds me of group home Nodding while I'm polishing a pile of chewed bones This ain't the battle rapper with the file that you know Soul about to turn your oldest child to juno Astounded I'm allowed within a mile of school zones I'm not a stick in the mud, I am your tombstone Hook: This is the voice that made a frightened by into a man This is the voice that led her to me so we'd join in hands This is the voice that creates violence or slays tyrants And taken me as far as any voyage can Soul Khan I take the blunt approach as if I was under oath Got my balls and my word, shorty you can s** 'em both Buck 'em with a thunderbolt and funnel coke Into any hipster honey hungry with a scummy throat That's outlandish, but damn it if I'm wifing 'em though Had a true love, but truth was, my mind couldn't hold Enough space for her and music, wouldn't let it turn abusive Sort of like a castration, had to lighten the load What, am I supposed to wave and bow For the little paper that I'm making now? Hold on just a second while I take account Of the costs and benefits, while I fondly reminisce, of dreams of eating geena davis out I developed in a cellar like I'm sloth fratelli Now I'm elegant as pegasuses on pirellis I prefer to k** a Mockingbird to Machiavelli So that explains why this kid's the sickest, yo, I'm sorry, telly Hook