King Space - Gimme Soul lyrics

(Verse One) Hip-Hop wanna see what it means to me? Took it to another level wanna masterpiece? I wrote rhythms wanna see what it got for me? Compose art can I call it the [Vincent] Van Gogh? Stimulate the minds with the words that I utter And I come from the Bronx so they think that I'm done up James Baldwin of the hood when I write my news Forecast wanna see where we go from here? From the project to the suburbs got kids being rebellious That bullsh** that they feeding us no longer will incarcerate My mind thinking my own thoughts no longer taking oppression These words here conceptions, the idea here is Anarchy Liberation from the norm people telling me I'm never really gonna be sh** So I started depict the game hieroglyphs I ain't really gotta explain; the f** I do? With political rhymes ain't gonna change the world But I bet you go home and replay that sh** Go to your friends how you hate that sh** Go spit bars imitate that sh** Now CHANGE GEARS Wanna be one of the best that ever did it Soul food with the pen and the pad minus a critic Write-ups how I'm bad for the game You run loops on the track when the drum claps Words catch on let it echo in your mind like a reverb Observe, and observe what I got in store No sugar coating but Nate please hit 'em with the intermission (Chorus x2) O' America Land of the free Where they tellin me I could be what I wanna be Its all up to me Color barriers the only fee With my hoodie up Pray that they don't Trayvon Martin me (Verse Two) Give me the mic I gotta story to tell People gon' tell me I fail f** it prevail How you gon' tell me I breath when slugs contradict my air No chess game but King me When I reach the end of this board No EQ for the block but plug-ins gon' limit this In a place where they make you sing EXECS just CONS no PRO tools Compose that drum no LOGIC Building hearses with the metaphors My pen only knocking over barriers Facade man I never really had one Only stepping over margins My words black tears when the Bic clicks My pen jail cells when the bars set Bar raised bar none bar stool How I step up when I 5 mics Verse split Moses no Source Caught that now you're in my echelon I etch-a-sketch line for line trifecta Way I put soul in the booth like a bet with myself Can I out do me? Thats out source I don't really wanna brag or nothing but Hip-Hop need a star or something huh? Test me ink clots to your liver Wanna have a go tryna filter flows or somethin huh? I ain't really gonna write no more put a Nail to the coffin tried of spitting truth I'm exhausted retaliations? no forfeit Harring with the pen pop culture FLAWLESS (Chorus x4) (Saxophone Solo - Til Fade Out.)