Ully - Soul Control lyrics

Am I losing control of my soul? I better hold on My generation has no choice but to roll on In the shadow of Pac The man shed some real light We remain shallow in the lock Haven't learned to turn the key right Getting little buzzes like a bee's flight Smoking up like a chief might Catch the keef, let it crystallize Blow the smoke into skies That reach stars millions of miles away From our ball of land What if all that was just a hologram Paranoid as I reach for more green But get a hollow gram Blow three O's for thousands Cause the dollar's grand And I don't have a dollar, damn But this man's plan is fluorescent Incandescent Sentences getting blessed By a whole mess of reverends Submitting my evidence Standing in reverence Take pleasure in breath Setting in stone my type of penmanship I crept in this flesh four score and seven Years ago So I'm here to show my best intentions Professing in professional posture Aw sure, ignore me Till I'm fourty I'll be pouring importance At the store by the shore Not meaning I can't be great at all I can't wait at all Haven't put down my full weight at all People can't wait to grab a plate When there's cake involved Asking for change but there's none The machine ate it all Time to break the vault Make a call to your neighbourhood mayor's office And lay it all on the table Go all in and make them call Create plays that make 'em shake and fall If I could create what I have in store I could make a mall Call it the Hall of Dreams All the schemes couldn't fit in On my team is the sickest It would seem it was written In the middle of my flow, bro A lake not a pool Never break, I just go When I take them to school In training to be a man Skate away from the fool Then retooling the car To operate on rocket fuel When I take off The stray thoughts I came across they rule In this material world measuring matter Ladders and stools sh**ting on each other But brother just stay cool Pick up that circle in the square The case was a j**el The universe dangled a mic so I could wake up Was frightened of stuff Anxiety tightened kid up Saw an Old Prince like Shad But wasn't decisive enough I still step a shy little strut But I'm likely to bust Sipping moonshine thinking of new rhymes to Maestro In front of fat mobs playing Black Rob They're like Whoa A tight flow that gets more loose As time uncurls It's not fair, I tried to Choclair Like I revived a girl Before I drop the world And gaffers think that rap has died I'll release it Leaving none of these documents Cla**ified Probably not stopping Till I play ball along with All these rap heavyweights like a two-ton Common Is it about the pyramid? sh**, I can't call it I'm just a 25-year-old man-child rap-a-holic But you don't see how magic The syllabic rat-tat-tatting of the rapper is? Battling with adjectives Attacking beats with tacks and pins Needles on syntactic skin Synaptic reactions to environments we find us in From conception To whatever vagina we wind up in And climb out of, we have to find out love To keep oxygen But take heed The various games and plots against The ability to avoid The different dangerous spots its in Masquerading with strange faces Chasing you back and then Stealing your, gasps of precious oxygen back again I don't think there's an accountant Up there tracking sins But commit them in your eyes You'll probably see you're lacking wins So get back to Zen Act better than the casting kids And dash past the half-wits trying to smack the wind Practice your magic That's what has to happen, kid Grab the disc Put it back in the package That's the end