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Soul Like Khan by Soul Khan

Released on Monday, November 15th, 2010
More lyrics from Soul Like Khan6:30 am, Fe La Soul f Akie Bermiss, Place That Birthed Me, For That, Invisible Hand, Shitted On, Suck My Dick f O.I.S.D., Fahrenheit f Akie Bermiss, So I Says, Shot Glass Magnified f Sene, Minyan, Soul Like Khan,

Knuckle Puck f Koncept, 8thW1, and Homeboy Sandman Lyrics (by Soul Khan)


i see your team is asleep but sleep is seeming to be
keeps em reaching for dreams til I defeat em in speech
we be speaking emcees and being free is a need
i see a reason preaching like they was teaching to me

2010 run events nothing less than sold out
moneys spent to run again tell your friends to go now
updating statuses?, upgrade your caliber
hold weight in your own hand no chance to flatter us

it's make it and taking it I'm greedy with the whole stash
can't recycle flows I believe it's what we call trash
hockey puck knuckle punch evacuate the premises
always has to happen drinking Jack in great measurements

slap shots break glass should of worn your face mask
you skating pacing on the ring I'm bringing what you lames lack
hmmm, just the face off a stick to your abdomen
have to set the fight the degree that we master in

homeboy sandman:

live from the dead of the winter with no coat and no skully
here's one verse you can take personally
get served, no shoes, no shirt, no money
my balls don't break nor burst for nobody

my clique nah trust
conduct our own studies
and stick cops up for donuts
go nutty
back before all these condos shot up everywhere
so if you got manos put em in the air

thump knock babies from car seats
haunt Queens
stomp crop circles in concrete
Boy done broke outta quarantine
hopped up off the top turnbuckle on your uncle and auntie

boy king, brassknuckled and undaunting
swashbuckler speech beyond your belief
how much more unprofessional can anybody be?
now everybody sleep


i don't know man, i'm just not feeling it
it's kind of hard for me to take this serious
do you know the power that i'm dealing with
when all i do is talk and they're like, "he's killing it?"

so i'm winging it like paul mccartney
crash the party with a baby in a car seat
then bag a bad chick give her the game
and now the dame playing with my joystick like atari

to marty mcflys i'm the future
take you out of character, you shook...michael j. fox
i like it, i take it, fuck "may i"
just say "bye" like confused gay guys

but i don't need to be around that
i need a crib somewhere in the adirondacks
c.b. radio's only contact
grow a beard, contemplate not coming back

'cause other than a-ok and the brown bag
i ain't heard nothing past not bad
so my favorite mc is me
and homeboy bad

soul khan:

i'm a bad motherfucker and a passionate lover
looking for a smooth chick with her ass on the cover
people say soul khan is delusional
because i don't hold back on these juveniles

you see, i too once was a clueless child
so i'mma flunk your high school musical
ain't none jihad-er, time bomb with a lit wick
it's all fun and games, 'til a socket gets slick ricked

concocting a sick, sick, sick (666) scenario
even my burial plot probably got big twists
just like shyamalan, yes i kamika--
--ze these weak-kneed automatons

and you can see me at comic con teaching the padawans
how to geek out like i'm leading a synagogue
phenomenal with that heatrock spittle
leave the beat so brittle it should be hospitalized

and that's that, homie, soul knows best
my tracks slap like motorboating oprah's breasts
brown bag, a-ok, we're the coldest yet
we run the whole damn table, money, fold the deck