Tom Coyne - Soul Power lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, for the world! Keep going so you can(yo you can rock on) We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on) We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on) We keep going [Verse 1] n***a breathe, I can tell by how you rap you don't believe Ain't hungry no more, so off me you feed I hustle at a speed between greed and need On the streets where intuition and weed are breed Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way Spending nights over Egypt to learn a brave day Paint a picture of the ghetto like J.J You're the Ray J of this rap world, I travel the globe with a black girl Named Becky, grand like Auto Theft 3 Style so developed, the law can't arrest me You walk with blood on your shirt like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people See through, trying to out act Don Cheadle I speak to original Hebrews, you know how we do And bleed through the needle with truth that needs no preview to proof; it's in the people And how they react still in the business of smacking Rappers is wack you had a dope track, I guess opposites attract My mind state is black, Black like Bernie Mac No cowards soul power in the words we rap [Verse 2] Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples My guy buy ice, I search for the dark crystal Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols I spit through gang wars and strange doors Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war I see n***as with flags; who they waving them for? I'm the n***a that you put the chain on the door for The n***a that you started changing the laws for Orator of hardcore and more My raps the portal for the blue collar Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars I'd rather listen to silence then you holla Borrowed your persona from the late that made Dear Mama My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy For truth your a decoy Common Sense is like the future of the B-boy I fall down and get up like Don McClurkin Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm t**n' Break it down like herb The nympho of info I'm f**ing what you heard You ain't ready for war, you're stuck in the reserves I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds I been wanting to fly so now I do it with the words For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge Get your own; you see, it's like home grown herb black economics The people we serve with Soul Power