De La Soul

[Verse: Allen Mikal] Its the real.. Yo whats the word word? Sometimes I wonder what this life would be like If biggie and pac was alive to live the sweet life I sit at my kitchen table thinking I can't eat right, theres a difference when two of the best just gon missing Now they missin out, visions of my songs really gettin out This is soul music, who gon listen? who gon diss it? Thats what happens when you going hard in your composition Niggas hate, contemplating schemes, wanting your position They try to fuck you over, but ill never stop I, do it til my 9-5 babies reach the top Rockin shows, rockin hoes, drivin cars, coppin clothes Get my mom up out this house, I swear she'll never be home Cuz, she work too hard not to deserve a vacation Engage in conversation with Hov While I rock da nation with Cole Yo this is dreams that'll probably come true But if not, I make this soul music here for my crew Uhhh, young intellectual, studying the textual concept My mind set, my bars so complex, I Switch up the flow, they not ready for this Put in work for 9-5 but I do a 9 to 6 Then, get a 6 to 9 from a fuckin bad bitch and I dont waste my time tryna cuff a bad chick cuz They the type to fuck you over, leave you when its cold Dark moments, they done took off and left me like a ho I'll never trust a chick again, give her nuttin more than dick And she give me blumpkin shout out to the thirsty sumchins I'm such a badass, they can't catch my lines like a bad pass It hit em too hard like im bam bam Droppin bombs like im Baghdad, you better bag that Shawty slid thru, was quick to give me that fat ass Then I seen her tweet 95 with the hashtag She tryna get wifed up but I ain't tryna have that Had to skert off cuz she was catchin a feelin My feelings feeling different than hers Im just tryna catch a million Said Im just tryna catch a million Soul music, what chu feeling? Yeah. 95. Yeah yeah