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  • 作曲 : Blu
    Uh, uh-huh
    Yes yes, S-O-U-L
    Hello? (Yeah)
    Come on, come on
    Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
    Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
    Yeah, party people, uh
    It's so amazin'
    It's so am-mazin'
    It's so am-, it's so ama-ma-, 'mazin, zin'
    From the, from, from the
    From the, from the soul y'all
    The soul provider, got a lot on the skillet
    Grilling it hard-boiled, charcoal fillings, the dark villain
    And the light-skinned niggas disguised, my mind's sickening
    Define vicious written in rhymes, time tens it
    To describe how my line's ending, your fine imprint
    Described through your mind's index, my line chin-checks
    And shine through your blinds instant, the sun syndicate
    Fat as Biggie with no Pun intended
    No pun intended to live, I pick up where we slid and run illest
    'Til I buckle and become winded
    And all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke
    My peoples need hope and I'm the one with it
    The soul provider, cold as fire, hot as ice
    Rock the mic 'til I retire, die the son of Christ
    Becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain
    One curtain left and I'ma die with my gun bursting
    Tongue cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth
    Heaven and Hell I conquer, whichever comes first
    Known to rebel, my soul a la mode, uh
    My soul a la mode, the soul provider
    I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    It's so amazin' (Why?) we still blazing
    From the soul y'all
    I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    Cause I know I got that soul
    Sacred living, sinning like you can't forgive 'em
    Suspending time with my time spent rhyming about nonsense
    Like saving religion, drink sipping, letting my mind spin
    Thinking 'bout my mom and pops, how they designed this
    Nigga, a mix of Al Green and Pac
    Rockin' soul tracks, rapping about surviving on the block
    Black top, asphalt talk, walking through the fire
    Like a soul provider, poppa made a **** rhymer
    I'm a ghetto nigga sipping liquor in pajamas
    Not old enough to rock clubs but still do
    Real soul provider, I got a ill crew
    And best believe they with me in the city like sex
    Metropolitan connects, plus the Steel Crew still do dirt
    Baggy jeans and my ill blue shirt
    Feeling fresh, yes, while Ex' queue the keys
    I'ma ease through your soul like you blowing trees
    Best believe the soul provider
    I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    It's so amazin' (Why?) we still blazing
    From the soul y'all
    I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    Cause I know I got that soul
    Yo, I flow Krypton, knock your Superman off his feet
    With his kicks on, niggas keep my shit on repeat
    And no matter which song I get on, I shit on beats
    Pull out my **** and take a piss on trees, I'm raw dogging it
    Look, my rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine
    So any mic that I find, I got the right to be hogging it
    Talking shit, loudmouth, wild out, starting it
    Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
    So pardon if my talking is slurred, pants sagging
    Hands grabbing on my ****, clutch sparking my herb
    Relaxed lingo, beef low, ghetto as Black bingo
    Redefine the lines of rap singles
    The soul provider, hold the mic and open fire
    Drop my ****, I give a **** about a pro hire
    The new Pete to C.L. is Exile and B-L, we bang Jeeps
    To break beats, blaze trees and females, you ain't me
    It's the S-O-U-L, provide your mind
    With a West Coast soul vibe, uh
    It's the S-O-U-L, provide your mind
    With a West Coast soul vibe, yeah, the soul provider
    It's so amazin'
    It's so amazin'
    So, it's so ama-
    It's so ama-, it's so amazin'-zin'
    It's so amazin'
    It's so ama-, it's so amazin'
    It's, it's so amazin'
    It's, it's so ama-
    It's so ama-, it's so amazin'-zin'
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Blu
    [00:01.553]Uh, uh-huh
    [00:04.989]Yes yes, S-O-U-L
    [00:10.848]Hello? (Yeah)
    [00:13.751]Come on, come on
    [00:14.586]Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
    [00:17.283]Yes yes y'all, come on, come on
    [00:20.212]Yeah, party people, uh
    [00:24.501]It's so amazin'
    [00:27.134]It's so am-mazin'
    [00:32.995]It's so am-, it's so ama-ma-, 'mazin, zin'
    [00:38.093]From the, from, from the
    [00:40.250]From the, from the soul y'all
    [00:42.650]The soul provider, got a lot on the skillet
    [00:45.042]Grilling it hard-boiled, charcoal fillings, the dark villain
    [00:47.969]And the light-skinned niggas disguised, my mind's sickening
    [00:50.371]Define vicious written in rhymes, time tens it
    [00:53.301]To describe how my line's ending, your fine imprint
    [00:55.728]Described through your mind's index, my line chin-checks
    [00:58.649]And shine through your blinds instant, the sun syndicate
    [01:01.342]Fat as Biggie with no Pun intended
    [01:03.469]No pun intended to live, I pick up where we slid and run illest
    [01:06.403]'Til I buckle and become winded
    [01:08.274]And all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke
    [01:11.459]My peoples need hope and I'm the one with it
    [01:13.607]The soul provider, cold as fire, hot as ice
    [01:16.040]Rock the mic 'til I retire, die the son of Christ
    [01:18.732]Becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain
    [01:21.416]One curtain left and I'ma die with my gun bursting
    [01:24.085]Tongue cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth
    [01:26.774]Heaven and Hell I conquer, whichever comes first
    [01:29.707]Known to rebel, my soul a la mode, uh
    [01:33.179]My soul a la mode, the soul provider
    [01:38.610]I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    [01:42.330]It's so amazin' (Why?) we still blazing
    [01:45.260]From the soul y'all
    [01:48.973]I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    [01:54.039]Cause I know I got that soul
    [01:57.232]Sacred living, sinning like you can't forgive 'em
    [01:59.888]Suspending time with my time spent rhyming about nonsense
    [02:02.828]Like saving religion, drink sipping, letting my mind spin
    [02:05.452]Thinking 'bout my mom and pops, how they designed this
    [02:08.117]Nigga, a mix of Al Green and Pac
    [02:10.519]Rockin' soul tracks, rapping about surviving on the block
    [02:12.921]Black top, asphalt talk, walking through the fire
    [02:15.579]Like a soul provider, poppa made a **** rhymer
    [02:18.758]I'm a ghetto nigga sipping liquor in pajamas
    [02:21.422]Not old enough to rock clubs but still do
    [02:23.557]Real soul provider, I got a ill crew
    [02:25.940]And best believe they with me in the city like sex
    [02:28.893]Metropolitan connects, plus the Steel Crew still do dirt
    [02:31.812]Baggy jeans and my ill blue shirt
    [02:33.682]Feeling fresh, yes, while Ex' queue the keys
    [02:36.888]I'ma ease through your soul like you blowing trees
    [02:39.012]Best believe the soul provider
    [02:41.669]I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    [02:46.490]It's so amazin' (Why?) we still blazing
    [02:49.408]From the soul y'all
    [02:51.034]I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
    [02:57.437]Cause I know I got that soul
    [03:00.902]Yo, I flow Krypton, knock your Superman off his feet
    [03:03.825]With his kicks on, niggas keep my shit on repeat
    [03:06.226]And no matter which song I get on, I shit on beats
    [03:08.875]Pull out my **** and take a piss on trees, I'm raw dogging it
    [03:11.845]Look, my rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine
    [03:14.271]So any mic that I find, I got the right to be hogging it
    [03:16.942]Talking shit, loudmouth, wild out, starting it
    [03:19.850]Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
    [03:22.528]So pardon if my talking is slurred, pants sagging
    [03:25.209]Hands grabbing on my ****, clutch sparking my herb
    [03:28.071]Relaxed lingo, beef low, ghetto as Black bingo
    [03:30.473]Redefine the lines of rap singles
    [03:32.077]The soul provider, hold the mic and open fire
    [03:34.776]Drop my ****, I give a **** about a pro hire
    [03:37.453]The new Pete to C.L. is Exile and B-L, we bang Jeeps
    [03:41.167]To break beats, blaze trees and females, you ain't me
    [03:43.803]It's the S-O-U-L, provide your mind
    [03:46.467]With a West Coast soul vibe, uh
    [03:49.137]It's the S-O-U-L, provide your mind
    [03:52.049]With a West Coast soul vibe, yeah, the soul provider
    [03:55.771]It's so amazin'
    [03:57.906]It's so amazin'
    [04:00.288]So, it's so ama-
    [04:02.144]It's so ama-, it's so amazin'-zin'
    [04:10.592]It's so amazin'
    [04:15.618]It's so ama-, it's so amazin'
    [04:18.538]It's, it's so amazin'
    [04:21.446]It's, it's so ama-
    [04:23.595]It's so ama-, it's so amazin'-zin'