The Beat Brigade - Soul lyrics

[Produced by The Beat Brigade] [Intro: Hodgy Beats] Spit game, spit game Taught him how to spit game I teach him how to spit game They digesting, this sh** flame I taught him how to spit game Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] I'm spitting game to my son, his name is Trenton I told him it's not about a title, name, or an emblem Doing cut outs for my album while I'm sitting with him [?] individualism, you get the wisdom And I ain't gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?] Don't want to be bittersweet in the streets Gotta get to the honey hive On your mark set, [?] up next when I die Stick to your gun, gripping your nine This only one, the only one, my only son, I call him my sunshine Took time away from my work, it was worth the time Haters sending subliminals knowing I'm sublime I spit it punchline after punchline It's crunch time, cause if it's not we get no lunchtime Round of applause, you clap back, I busta rhymes Read the fine print, and sign, I'm doing f**ing fine Tryna to stop me, I'ma press play, and then rewind To remind me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a kind And I'm not one to look into the past much Look into the past and there's nothing to find [Hook: Hodgy Beats] I taught him how to spit game I teach him how to spit game They digesting, this sh** flame I taught him how to spit game n***a I teach him how to spit game They digesting, this sh** flame, sh** flame Know what I'm saying [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] I remember being a kid, pediatric n***as talking sh**, they never see me ad-lib They distracted by a n***a's mind who is abstracted I need a pen and pad then jotted down some rap sh** I'm watching my back but never looking backwards I take the pen and get the ink from black squids I had a vision and my mind on tactics My mind's a bag of tricks, my n***a magic Never subtracting, always added this mathematics I take my good days with my baddest, this havoc madness The sword is sharper than the tongue and I slash your dragons Producing raps like farmer's markets, I pa** a radish [?] the cash, first I scan it then added taxes You could bag it, organize it man, apparatus [?] live a dream then have a dream, imagine that sh** Tripping on [?] [Verse 3: Ben Great] I remember I was back shy back in the C-I-N Damn, where should I begin Started making jams, a seven year old kid Learned to play the blues, I been hitting the [?] Then I went to school to study about the sh** Fell in love with music, forever you be my fam Thank you for your time, you know my mind expand Put me on game to live, love, and chance it God got the answers, I still be having questions How long it's gon' take for me to finally be an a**et How long it's gon' be before these records turn to smashes I don't need the hype, I just [?] with the cla**ics Back when music was really bout the pa**ion Keep your private jet, I'm just tryna drive the Atlas Y'all could see the world through a bird's eye view I want to travel through the trenches, keep it gutta and true Cause when you make it to the top, they start obstructing your view And then they act like the forget when they was f**ing with you But that made me learn a lot, it ain't nothing to [?] So I be pushing through the block, I'm pulling up on you, n***a