Soul Killa

[Verse 1 : Ransom]
I think you probably figured out that I’m not your average artist
Sincerity and honesty with a splash of hardness
I tend to speak to those who appear brash and heartless
I aim for their soul and proceed to blast the target
I ease past the garbage
But never overlooking them dollars that make sense
Cause we need cash regardless
So please pass the garnish
I decorate plates my food for thought is great
My gourmet is like foreplay
That’s all day they tryna copy the recipe, looked at me skeptically still gave you the best of me
This is my destiny they can’t take it, my plans sacred
I gave 'em a gem and the fans praised it
Beloved I love it, everything that I covet is covered
I’m rugged and tough as putting grub in the cupboard
I’m deeper than jewels buried by ancient kings discovered
Ayatollah the controller I break the strings of puppets, Soul Killa

[Verse 2: 3D Na'tee]
Pessimistic, damn they so pessimistic
Even though I'm leaving my mark on this sketchy business
Even though I speak from the heart which they rarely witness
They second guessin' my art still comparing me to these bitches
I witness so many cruel winners, my crew thinner cause when paper came they became the new Bruce Jenner's
Too centered to be off my balance, got talents, but the advantage..
Goes to the rappers with the lowest standards
That can't hold a candle to the flow Samantha possess
And CEO's know it so they try to damage my rep
Shit I been the best since my parents had sex
Fresh out the womb, either ima be a tycoon or a goon on a tribune
I am whom, Made it from hell and back
Hated on, debated on but they ain't stating facts
Name smeared no pap, So I speak for the traps
This is deeper than rap
I am taking this shit back from you Soul Killas

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
*Now you got real niggas
Then you got hoe niggas
You got lyricists, then you got Soul Killas
I'm a motherfuckin' Soul Killa*

I know a whole lot about violence
Growing up I watched a lot of TV shows to show the lot of it
Now I'm grown, now I know niggas who throw bodies in..
Ditches it happens after they finish snatchin' ya soul out of it
Therefore I should be cold hearted then
Cause there's more guns in a six block radius made available to kids now than a whole army and.. Navy, shit is so crazy, old ladies holdin'
The whole place was meant to beware
Of they own kind in these streets where envy is fair
Where anything goes so you know you need to send me a prayer
To find a nigga real as me is rare as Indian hair
And yeah, you can find me chillin anywhere, in any hood I'm fine
Searching for something pretty a good dime
Giving wisdom to the kids, here's a penny for your thoughts
You ever gotta pull your arm out just make sure you burnin' it
Cause these niggas waitin' to turn you to Penny from Good Times
At just nine I took a semi to school, Thinking if my father thinks he can hide it then he's a fool
Around the same time I lost my virginity too, I was getting busy in front of that picture of Winnie The Pooh
I watched beef's escalate, felt when the energy grew
So watch your enemies move, never let what they speak resonate
Cause words bring emotion, emotions trigger bad decisions
You know that shit adds against ya, It weakens ya resume
I'm speaking directly to the youth I'm a true Pugilistic
But I can't reach em' cause I'm too futuristic, with this gift
To elevate, lyrically, clearly I ain't come here to celebrate
Shit like Christmas, I'm like six life's from present day
Now name a rapper nicer
I show you how to track em' down, gag and bound his wife and clap a rifle
Then be back in town in time to hear the pastor read his last passage from the bible
While he's passing bread and wine around to all these addicts
While the lord of Nazareth overlooks casually smiling as if he tryna say he proud of me for putting the bottle down
A time for holidays, but slaying rappers, that's the only time I'm tryna play Santa
Yall wait and I'm the answer
To any and all questions, yall feel blessed to just do the asking
Trying to fit in so much yall look elastic
It's outlandish, Me and Ransom been to hell and back
We been out casted while yall cats have to stick to the masses
Or yall can't live, cause yall cancer
I'm the shit, your art antics
Yall don't understand it, then call pampers