paroles de chanson For My People - SoulChef feat. Awon

They coming at you, you stiff as a statue
Like I caught the mac from under the triple fat goose
Got sold like pasta loose
Like bishop I got juice
Haters pray that my whip got a roof
They really hate to see a brother like me shining
From the ever dess gold, but want the platinum plus diamond
Retromindualism with the futuristic flit
Every time I take a flick my eyes give awful glip
Prepare for warfare, wreck the people at the bottom
Make Gomorrah and Sodom, enemies know it′s a problem
Snakes in the grass keeping low so you spot them
Infrared dot them, they won't know who shot them
Move like a menace through, move with the Guiness
Master to apprentice, on tracks I′m relentless
Soulchef spinning, cooking up another classic
They od and like dough cooked with battery acid, yo
For all of your who's awake
Great minds still related
Until my soul elevates
I'm the illest, no debates
And you ain′t never felt pain like I felt
Sometimes I feel them in the lane by myself
Chasing that wealth, gleaning on ace
Thinking more about the end, tryina make a decent wage
With the ink in my pen, spit flam like pneumonia
Contaminate you inhale bleach and ammoniac
Sleep if you want, end up in the coma
For the good times, Florida and Welona
Non stopping hip hop till my track stops
Life is at its climax, when the track drops
Came a long way from hustle on the crack blocks
To making now moves and deals up my laptop
Soulchef came correct with the production
And MC′ing is my primary function
Even though at times I'm jaded with corruption
I stay spitting long as my lungs have suction, yo
For all of your who′s awake
Great minds still related
Until my soul elevates
I'm the illest, no debates