The Voice

Soul Khan:

Well this time I got a different grudge
Like a hit man with a list that's written in blood
I understand the man sam kinison was
Infuriated by the things these idiots love

I used to never lace my timberlands up
Til I stumbled down to reality with a sickening thud
My nose bloody, nobody giving a fuck
And the stars silent like I wasn't wishing enough

Opportunity's a stripper, you can tip her a buck
But without the scrilla, no permission to touch
This is the kind of drum line that reminds me of group home
Nodding while I'm polishing a pile of chewed bones

This ain't the battle rapper with the file that you know
Soul about to turn your oldest child to juno
Astounded I'm allowed within a mile of school zones
I'm not a stick in the mud, I am your tombstone

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This is the voice that made a frightened boy into a man
This is the voice that led her to me so we'd join in hands
This is the voice that creates violence or slays tyrants
And taken me as far as any voyage can

Soul Khan

I take the blunt approach as if I was under oath
Got my balls and my word, shorty you can suck 'em both
Buck 'em with a thunderbolt and funnel coke
Into any hipster honey hungry with a scummy throat

That's outlandish, but damn it if I'm wifing 'em though
Had a true love, but truth was, my mind couldn't hold
Enough space for her and music, wouldn't let it turn abusive
Sort of like a castration, had to lighten the load

What, am I supposed to wave and bow
For the little paper that I'm making now?
Hold on just a second while I take account
Of the costs and benefits, while I fondly reminisce, of dreams of eating geena davis out

I developed in a cellar like I'm sloth fratelli
Now I'm elegant as pegasuses on pirellis
I prefer to Kill a Mockingbird to Machiavelli
So that explains why this kid's the sickest, yo, I'm sorry, telly

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