Soul a la Mode

Intro: Pismo
Pismo, Marc D, delightfully, we say to you

Verse 1: Pismo
Soul a la mode, rough nigga silk robe
Turn rhymes, turn silver, turn gold, position holds
Roll with the win fin without the hat and jay (hat and jay)
Imagine take Thaddeus and minus the fake (minus the fake)
For goodness sake he's putting them cake emcees to high in calories
But you know PX90 of him shoving them blindly
Mash pit finely, unwinding, signing with white flags that these haters are rewinding
Minding my own business while you tend to yours
Are cops stories of these whores that we twisted on tour
Feel like a oar, roar like a lion, soar from the thorn in the pawn
Pinheads to prove that I'm raw (to prove that I'm raw)
They saw the light in the night so Queens make me the King
Ladies realize the truth in the songs I sing
Is it wrong for pawns to stand strong from the way
And deem me the MC child whose boosts courageously
Huh

Verse 2: Substantial
Substantial and Marcus D, masters of artistry, let's go ya'll, hey
Microphone in my hand, seeking a crowd but no master
Ceremony, I'm the only guy you should ask for
Compare the homie to phonies reply shit after
Known for getting in the dome and have em wylin the raft
Cus I don't rap for other rappers or the chaps to play
I'm sick of them want the real but only feelin when they exaggerating
I put the truth before the cool ain't nothing realer than that
It's what been missing in fact
So I fill in the gap like double penetration
Dudes starting to sound the same like literation
And I'm your liberation, ain't no imitation understudies are stuck
Devils obliterating any for the dubbies that want
Trouble are whippersnappers getting after the roots in your
Hustle will fill the caption then affect the dudes that I want
Stumble uh, born to rumble so the struggle never topple me
So many battle scars are just novelty
Stizzel

Verse 3: Cise Star
Yo, my speech impediments are rhythmic and elegant
Whole crowds surround just to listen to this rhetoric
A high born with high scores who sleep easy than sight-boards
Who stands out like magic marker writing on the white boards
So permanent we hurting it, beat the beat merciless
With Ming Dynasty greatness you bow when you've heard of us
Building forbidden cities with this fly rhyme committee
About to choose the world as if I was a 13th hippie
The other twelve you call disciples but they really gypsies
I'm off topic but when I'm gone the world will miss me
Cise, with brass knuckles on this mic device
My soul a la mode till the world fades to white
Heisenberg with my words verse through as ice
Sober when I write but vodka in the sprite tonight
Some crystal here but lemon wedge got me feelin nice
Look into the sky the brightest star is so precise