My Soul

Somebody told me, that the only way that I can make it is if I lead Cause I can never follow, it's the day before tomorrow that's the only thing that I see I can't stop until I reach the top, I know that's where I'll be My heart and my mind It's all in with the flow and the rhymes And the days I did crime And I swear in time You'll feel my world so cold You'll hear you'll see you'll know You'll know it comes from my You'll know it comes from my You'll know it comes from my Soul! Chorus My heart, my mind, my goals, my dream my story I told My life, my times, my flow, my rhymes, my music is from My soul Verse 1 I heard somebody say "I hate rap music!" Cause all we talk about is our guns and our cars and our money and our broads And how wack dudes be and how nice we are And how much s-t we sold and how we so damn hard And we throwing up signs and we stay reppin' our squads We exaggerate, it's aggravating, this is from my heart I Got a flow that is purer than God These dudes flowin' like security guards And I ain't dissin' your job But when I do this, there's a different motivation There's diseases goin' round, fuck a record in rotation There's people, that be taking life for granted, they're complacent And there's rappers with no talent, kicking verses in my face But if you look at them and look at me, my shit is hi-def For me to like they shit I'd have to be high and deaf Chorus Verse 2 I got songs telling people that I'm better than the best Am I the reason that you hate rap music? I say yes I'm a, pistol promoter, hustled powder and soda for a dollar Right after college, someone should have been told you That I was comin', comin' with somethin' So movin', music that touches Your soul, so crazy like the birth of a son From the earth to the sun is the distance between me and these clowns that flowing Y'all call 'em up and coming I call 'em down and going I'm the difference between doubting and knowing Believing and seeing, I been broke, but never been broken You hate rap guys, rap dudes, hippity hip bop Shoot, clap and spit shots, when will this shit stop God? I'm such a part of it, it sickens me, I'm weak I mean for real I got a fucking stomach ache as we speak And I think I feel a fever, "if you hate it Sha then why don't you leave?" I can't go, I can't chill, it's my temperature get it? I'm too hot I'm New York, new Big, new Pac New Kane, new nah, new Sha old dog, new tricks New flows, new kicks every day, a new chick "you sick" I know I told you I'm sweatin' my health Is getting' worse it's cause I'm sweatin' myself I should write these rhymes on tablets Like commandments in Hebrew language Cause y'all don't understand it anyway man Chorus