O.c. - Soulsville lyrics

[Verse 1] Destined for greatness It's all but facts The one who surpa**es In this realm remains nameless It's alright, I'm cool So there's a lot of raps Quest for the holy grails All fall without a map The bread trail has not yet set sail All these years and my soul still ain't up for sale Boundaries, I knock 'em down see I'm granted rite of pa**age hostiles When I pa** through the Panama Can*l According to a source, according to some f** all the hearsay my flow still as gritty as the slum No occupant anymore Of living by the sword or dying by the gun Prodigal son The high priest hold an elite seat At the table of bars and beats For all that I've achieved Life's flickering, my name headlining a banner Up on the marquee No brutal bully can f** with me O's a virus for rappers If it applies to you writers Bacteria to your body, a case of meningitis So, children of a lesser god This is what I'm destined for An ally to an X-Men, enemy to the Sentinels [Chorus] La la la la la La la, la laaa From NY but my spirit's straight outta Soulsville Oh oh oh oh ohhh Oh oh, oh ohhh [Verse 2] Watch me, clutch a cobra Squeeze out the life in him Extract the venom And use it against who's sinning Adrenaline pumping, heart thumping My pulse racing Fear of the unknown makes me more brazen My eyes for change, appearances I sustain Frequent fly miles are logged before I'm off the plane That's right I'm still fly! Made a deal with father time And it cost me a dime Like Preem' and Royce I'm in my prime While some are lullaby'd Out the game as if they're road k** From NY but my spirit's straight outta Soulsville When I'm in the zone Words are captured on the track as if it's on film Or visualised on stills The product is packaged, boxed To listen it or buying it Don't stop 'til my flesh is cold in the ground Which will be no time soon As far as I can a**ume But if not, you still feel my aura in the room Poster child of vocal style Both live and in the booth Never faulters when I'm riding the groove When I embark on a mission It's well thought 'cos I'm a tactition A practitioner craft in Gods image [Chorus] La la la la la La la, la laaa From NY but my spirit's straight outta Soulsville Oh oh oh oh ohhh Oh oh, oh ohhh