Jazz Robinson - The Soul lyrics

Pardon my rudeness but I had to intrude The game just ain't what I'm used to These new school fruit rappers That took after semi new rappers Who f**ed around and found they was fruitful All on dicks, they're the Fruit of the Loom type Wanna be dollar signs they're more of the Loon type Uh Child of the Ghetto, Jeff said lets get it I been holding in this murder for a minute n***a Ridiculous The sh** ya'll spittin' is fictitious Pun raps, they really ain't gettin' the Big picture Yea Young n***a got a special delivery Jazz is up next, OS making history I need a sermon I'm 'bout to react n***a When fist fights was tougher than grabbing a gat n***a Back when the Broad Street Bully would smack n***as They saying that I should put more life in my raps n***a I can't Cause I'm too busy worried 'bout rap n***as That couldn't spit crack if I happened to bag with 'em Chemically broke it down and sat in the lab with 'em Collab? Nah n***a, I'm just tryna be the greatest At least be the favorite of ya favorite Uh, now check it I been appraised We can go and put the pens away I'll slay Hemingway and Shakespeare any day Ya'll been led astray by dudes that never paid Any attention to something other than Kanye Born outta 808s & Heartbreaks Me, I came from that broken gla** in the hallway NY was like my 2nd State of Mind homie Below the Heavens, it's written I am divine homie I shine in Alaskan winters I blast and enter the rap game Off of the wing and blow right past defenders Smash beginners And finish just as quick as I came in But I feel caved in I do it for them kids that caged in Trap music At times I tip my hat to it But I feel like we gotta get past that music They say the music is reflective of the times So I'm guessing that we're trapped in our mind Where the soul at I swear to God some of ya'll don't know Just how long this been on my soul For so long We prolonged these false alarm n***as that harmed the culture They're Bonds and Sosa But this ain't over I'mma go to war with my soldiers 'Til we change the landscape like we're molding a sculpture They built up trash So we wreck it with boulders It's Overstand taking it over muf**a My whole team hold more power than ten spokes And we bout to blow like white kids in trenchcoats They got the kids thinking it's cool to sell coke Therefore I (w)rap dope with intentions to sell hope The picture gets sicker the quicker the pen strokes They riding up the block and the tint descend slow With arms out the window, a couple of shells blow 6 died But none was the one that they went fo' Ya know That's just how it goes in my city They just let it go in my city Young n***as ain't getting old in my city As soon as you hit the door, they lettin' the thing blow in my city Yo I swear to God most of ya'll don't know Just how long this been on my soul Ayo I just peeped it They saying that you'll never a be sh** So go out and be sh** Then tell 'em to eat sh** They saying I'm a little egregious But I'm tryna bring rap back n***a f** how creased my sneaks is And all that other sh** ya'll talkin' about Like Twitter accounts Or n***a's dollar amounts I'm worried 'bout all the sh** they silent about Like why every chick with a phone considered modeling now Huh I swear to God all of ya'll don't know Just how long this been on my soul Ayo Yo....