Текст песни Spirit - Jamie Slacks

Get on my
Wait for it
(Wait for it)
Get on my
Sheesh!
S-P-I-R-I-(unh)
(It's money)
Whose ghost is that?
(It's Slacks!)

S-P-I-R-I-T
S-P-I-R-I-T
(That's the only thing that's free)
S-P-I-R-I-T
S-P-I-R-I-T
(It's all yours homie, don't pay a fee)
S-P-I-R-I-T
S-P-I-R-I-T
(My will in holding like a quarter piece)
S-P-I-R-I-T
S-P-I-R-I-T
(Not performing ain't the form for peace)

(Tight)
I'm drunk off the blood on the low
My cup runneth over with flow (Ya boy!)
And my luck is the dumbest of jokes, don't suppose you would know how this goes?
(Nope)
Soaked in the unknown, I won't croak no toad tone
Won't choke, no this ain't coke, if it's blow dope or hold guns
I won't take none, don't shun the notion our violence provoking
Faux showboating, going Hogan to smoke them when their guard is open
Aw, now whitey joking, huh?
Popping off like a cop on top a locc is, huh?
How can I attone my tone if I'm known as the master?
How can my dome be shown good roles to go after?
My body the cracker and a little salt has been added
Praise be the pastor, praise to the Castors
On Pollux, this guy gonna polish off the factors
Get back to what matters, back to the need like Saturns'
Rings, ting-tingling too, like jingling boobs
I know what I want, but I gotta keep moves
On the calendar, my strain that Cali herb
My poltergeist raps froze the polar ice caps
Flowseidon goes "bye-then" with his cocoa white bags (He in love with the-)
Ayo, my nose-goes with God got me chose to write in this prose
Some doe's don't know how to Do-si-this-do
Leaving before they get shown how much it grows
Hoping to lock elbows instead of going it alone
I ain't got a trust fund, but trust that I'm not your foe
Mans acting like a sus, so he must not be my bro
It's about who you know, so who you know?
My spirit wants to soar, but someone always needing more
Yeah, my spirit wants me to soar, but these people down on the floor
And I love them, yeah, I adore
But why they ain't flying is kind of hard to ignore
Money, power, Sig Sauer? Score
Honies, towers, ranks amongst cowards? Sure
Greedier social media, posting "like"s assimilating into similes
These silly things, like guillotines
The really seem to dig in deep
History in it's infinity
But could it be mystically possible to do the impossible?
We Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, unstoppable as a team
"Unstoppable", that's the dream
Don't stop at all, that's the thing
Working together sounds much better than working for the machine
But am I right ya'll?
Is our nature the only way to make the right call?
Yo, we might fall
Yeah, we might ya'll
Take a look at history, I'm shook, because it's no mystery
If you feeling any differently, then please tell me we won't fall