Soul Brothers

[Verse 1: Playdough]
Speaking conversation that I could place on the public
Sit back and bubble it run with it till they loving it
I make them covet it summon it just for some of it
And push it till they screaming out for more, from my pores rush
Oil, I bubble and boil under the soil making angels from a perched
Gargoyle and spoil every plan man's trying to gain on his own merit
I'll solemnly swear it's the same curse but I'll bear it on my
Shoulder like a parrot where I'll wear it with pride
The night I lost flesh, saw my earth's inheritance died
Shriveled away but would else could I say I chose to stay
Stacking things that ain't never going to pass away
Breathing with life pumping out a heartbeat that's coherent
And you can hear it in my spirit, but if not it's in the lyric
My soul lives on, every part of me eternal harmony
A spiritual song

[Hook]
You got a whole crew waiting to rush the console
With some beats, turntables and some mic control
MarsILL and Blanco we test them pronto
If your spirit ain't living then you ain't got soul

[Verse 2: manCHILD]
I got soul deep down like the roots that hold the tree down
Your inner man is disappointed like a prizefight that lasted 3 rounds
We sound freedom bound leads soul life and new to dawn
Daily operate the state of my body and soul
And maybe take a 2nd look upon the Holy Book mistook for nothing major
Looked upon the game is over see you later
Cuz when the 3rd eye is suddenly opened up from being glued shut
Your forced to any up for little or no fame you can't do nothing to stop it
The light reflects off of your triple optics
Put your quarter in the slot and throw your attitude in the closet
I talk to modern day prophets change is constant I stay on it
Bonding elements together forming collaborative effort compounds
Yo calm down, to call the night a day seems optimistic
But we did it to make your heart pump passion within the liquid
So get with it activity cataclysmic from the gate
Open, forward motion thru the unknown, follow the face of fate

[Hook]
You got a whole crew waiting to rush the console
With some beats, turntables and some mic control
MarsILL and Blanco we test them pronto
If your spirit ain't living then you ain't got soul

[Verse 3: Playdough]
What you know about soul when your spiritual ain't in control
You mix rhythm with a hole where the goal is life
You think you're living but your every decision is
Mixing kicks and snares, not knowing the
Snare you're trapped in, tangled and wrapped in is tapped in
To confusing and losing your focus
So you're filling up the void that was spaced with intention to place
The very Spirit of the Most High God while you waste
Talents and calling by falling, appalling the maker
That could take your gifts back, so you got to
Lift that then rip that flesh that junk don't
Mesh with the fresh God crest on the coat of arms
Palms carrying psalms, they're asking for alms
But such as I have I give unto thee, the blind see
From this emcee's words speaking cures for hims and the hers
Thinking they were accept debt was deferred

[Hook]
You got a whole crew waiting to rush the console
With some beats, turntables and some mic control
MarsILL and Blanco we test them pronto
If your spirit ain't living then you ain't got soul