Kaboom

by Soul Cannon

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“A band that is at once pure jazz-tinged indie rock and political hip hop...rhymes are surrounded by a killer rhythm section that alternates between straightforward, backbeat-laden hip hop and Sonic Youth-esque noise and space drones."

– transformonline

More than just a band, Soul Cannon is a vision that encapsulates a wide
range of musical genre and tradition with a high realm of artistically driven lyricism and composition skills. On their debut album, Kaboom,
each of the 11 tracks develops organically, unfolding original musical
perspectives on function and form to distill a unique sound that resonates
from the intersection of bands such as The Roots and Deerhoof.

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released April 25, 2008

Soul Cannon's debut album, Kaboom, features Eze Jackson on the mic, Matt Frazão on guitar, Jon Birkholz on keyboards, Nathan Ellman-Bell on drums and Ryan Dorsey on bass. Recorded and engineered by Adam Cooke, Dec. 15, 2007.

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Soul Cannon Baltimore, Maryland

BALTIMORE HIP-HOP DESTRUCTION what's up?

Eze Jackson
Matt Frazão
Jon Birkholz
Charles Wilson

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Track Name: Hands High
HANDS HIGH

Stop signs wont do it/ put up a road block I’ll bumrush through it/ I’m immune to hatred, ignore distractions/ spit with fierce passion hot like summer fashions/ legendary no wonder the last name Jackson/ It aint coincidental, damaging ya instrumentals/ hop to it don’t know guns pop to it/ if ya lips drop to it that’s mission accomplished/ you tripping and slipping my Nike boots will stomp this/ I murder negativity my flow is an accomplice/ get ya act together, get ya ducks in a row/ you aim for local love I’m shooting for the pros/ so every rhythm written is a go/ every rhythm written is intricate like Whoa/ you’ll never see me slipping at a show/ ‘cause every rhytm written is intricate like Whoa

HOOK: If you feel this vibe/ get ya hands up in the sky real high real high/ if you walk with pride/ throw them hands up in the sky real high real high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/

Barricades can’t stop me/ half my competition, they’re flow is so sloppy/ the other half of them, carbon copies/ with the audacity to come around me cocky/ watch me, Imma show the youngins how to do it/ older heads said screw it and left the torch cold/ I relight the torch and take the stance bold/ these rappers aint nothing but joker with no soul/ what you mean Eze? Well let’s see/ do you know the difference between getting set free?/ and getting cut loose from BCPD?/ do you know the difference between life in the pen?/ using a pen to write friends who don’t write back/ and tryna live on the right track/ don’t mean you can’t reach for yours/ I’m reaching for mine even if my arms sore {(alternate lyric: reaching for mine even if my arm's short)}

HOOK: If you feel this vibe/ get ya hands up in the sky real high real high/ if you walk with pride/ throw them hands up in the sky real high real high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/

Gather ‘round and listen/ verbal engineering over musical precision/ my addiction, rhythm/ part of my condition, requires knocking some of these emcees out of postion/ from Baltimore to Michigan, you could be in Switzerland/ I’ll learn the language and battle you throwing Swiss disses in/ wouldn’t that be interesting? Boy I hope you’re listening/ my team working harder than Vietnamese fisherman/ whole lotta rappers deserve no mentioning/ tainting the game same lame and vain sentences/ clear the way, I’m about to injure all my nemesis/ come at me playing games get played like Sega Genesis/ have you hiding your rhymes like models hide blemishes/ working on your moves while I’m mastering my finishes/ if you aint got the thirst how important is the images/ me and the music kind of like how Popeye and the spinach is/ join the movement or stay in ya place/ last warning I’m no longer playing it safe/ man the cannon something smell fishy like old cans of salmon/ I ain't convinced with what the radio jamming/ it’s not real music yall must’ve confused it/ what Soul Cannon doing make your therapist lose it/ what’s meant to be will be so in my zone I’m patient/ but the world is sleeping on us like a bunch of coma patience/ aroma amazing, persona blazing, fire/ people desire no better occasion/ take a breath then I’m right back in it/ been waiting years for what’s about to go down in a minute/ if you down with it cool/ if not, get schooled/ I’m taking it back to the day when the better fist ruled/ that gun talk is obsolete/ I’m stepping on toes so watch your feet/ they’re poisoning our babies and it’s not discrete/ got them reciting whack lyric to hot beats/ but not me, not mine/ it’s more than just getting paid for spitting a hot rhyme/ I’ll give you 37 bars of what’s on my mind/ the 38 th bar will let you know that I;m on my grind/ by bar 39 all of these cowards get defeated/ that’s 40 bars of power save the bling for when you need it/

HOOK: If you feel this vibe/ get ya hands up in the sky real high real high/ if you walk with pride/ throw them hands up in the sky real high real high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/
Track Name: Dilapidated Buildings
Dilapidated Buildings

Verse1:
As I cruise BMore streets I wonder where the time went
When time spent was playing ball hoppin’ a forbidden fence
At the game’s end, me and Mike used to scheme
Get a lil green, hit video game machines
Couldn’t tell us we was virgins in the alley rubbin’ jeans with girls
Get ‘em frozen cups after the scene.
If you’d a said that Mike - Mike would never make it through his teens
We’d look in disbelief and then you’d probably get double teamed
Troublesome couple of brothers, mothers used any means just to make it
I met reality half naked and couldn’t face but I had to
Livin’ in a world that’s mad cruel, worrying about who pack tools
I’m dissin’ these whack crews miseducatin’ the young from the suburbs to slums
I’m teachin from the tip of the tongue, treasure my people and the culture
But we’ve been hit by the vultures so many times it’s a wonder how we keep from goin under
Cookin out in the summer before there was number runners we was dealin’ with hunger

Hook:
Chillin’ in front of dilapidated buildings
Graffiti on walls and snotty nosed children
Neighborhoods where they constantly kill men
But I still love my Ghetto, I still love my ghetto
Chillin’ in front of dilapidated buildings
Graffiti on walls and snotty nosed children
Neighborhoods where they constantly kill men
But I still love my Ghetto, I still

Verse 2:
I’m 26 and life aint easy as it used to be
The loss of Mike and other lives constantly bruisin’ me
I walk a road filled with rats, cracks, snakes, pistols and snares
No crystal stair, I found it rather unfair brothers like Tyree gotta struggle for theirs
These suburbans take life for granted aint got a care
Recalls of catchin’ flat tires not affording a spare
Made me cut off all my dreads when they meant more than just hair
My mama told “son the world aint yours but go get ya share”
Took that advice and made moves for when my seeds get here
Succeed this year, is what my conscience keep in my ear
More to life than weed, cigarettes, liquor and beer
Even though that’s all they feed in my community
God came, blessed me with an immunity from all that the devil can do to me
You and me brutally, see I’m soon to be a success story son of the slums but it don’t matter what I gain I wont forget where I’m from

Hook:
Chillin’ in front of dilapidated buildings
Graffiti on walls and snotty nosed children
Neighborhoods where they constantly kill men
But I still love my Ghetto, I still love my ghetto
Chillin’ in front of dilapidated buildings
Graffiti on walls and snotty nosed children
Neighborhoods where they constantly kill men
But I still love my Ghetto, I still

Verse 3:
Baltimore, Beat ‘em More, Harm City, Murderland
Take pride in what’s evil and eager to hurt a man
Watch shots rip through a innocent victim an easy target but the predator missed him
Without God’s spirit nothin’ there to convict him
I’m sick of sin smell of death so sickening.
I’m quick to click the pen and put the truth to the paper but who gon’ listen
Every night Satan send you on a new born mission it’s so real, I put the past behind me
I’m afraid Baltimore’ll catch the next Tsunami cause God’s not playing with you look at your life
Murderers thieves, back biters and liars alike
I know it’s hard to envision but listen
I don went from my worst place to a road headed back to my birthplace
Worst case, you could meet a early demise, unsure of where you lifting your eyes but still I rise where they

Hook:
Chillin’ in front of dilapidated buildings
Graffiti on walls and snotty nosed children
Neighborhoods where they constantly kill men
But I still love my Ghetto, I still love my ghetto
Chillin’ in front of dilapidated buildings
Graffiti on walls and snotty nosed children
Neighborhoods where they constantly kill men
But I still love my Ghetto, I still love my ghetto
Track Name: Soul Slammin'
SOUL SLAMMIN’

Dip dip dive/ we don’t need an intro just to get live/ Imma do me j-just to get by/ just to get fly/ let’s get ready to rumble/ we can mix it up make musical gumbo/ we can rip it up if you into the jungle/ or we can smooth it out if that’s what you come for/ my mama say ma ma cu sa/ but then ya mama say we got too live/ you say ya baby mama drama got apostles shot/ my sugar mama no drama she keep the pasta hot/ level higher than employees at a rasta spot/ it’s up to you, you can either rock or not/ see we are regular hims/ we are not affiliated with them/ low level players with thin skin/ all talk no hustle within/ they’re lame and they claim local fame as padlocking the game/ do it enough times you’ll remember the name Soul Cannon/ so slammin’ and shaking the frame/ we’re earth quaking for the sake of the sane/

Hook: It’ s getting hot in here/ like the air conditioner popped in here/ if we stop the temperature gon’ drop in here/ that’s how hard we gon’ rock in here/

Clap to it, rock to it do what ya body feels/ lose inhibitions like weight/ move to the rhythm don’t wait/ welcome to a land where limits are not visible/ welcome to place where critics are not listened to/ at least not the negative ones I’ll be the sedative to settle ya sons/ I see embellishing is heavily done/ it’s so pathetically injected with dumb/ I just try minding my business/ making music that the world can witness/ I’m tryna see The Cannon on a top ten hit list/ and we wont go home broke hungry and hitless/ ya see we are not immune to struggle the grind is essential/ to fine tune the muscle, the spirit and the mental/ stay tuned it’s gonna get better as we go/ so steadily readily getting too heavy to tow/ got you caught on the hook like fish to the bait/ this aint even the appetizer the entrees great/ you looking for something refreshing take a sip of this/ a sip of reality with a wet dream twist/

Hook: It’ s getting hot in here/ like the air conditioner popped in here/ if we stop the temperature gon’ drop in here/ that’s how hard we gon’ rock in here/
Track Name: Verbal Intercourse
VERBAL INTERCOURSE

Verse 1: Verbal Intercourse/ stick to moving’ in with force/ keeping the crowd moving improving every show to show we been the source/ I see the young boys emulating the mixtapes/ simulating the hits aint how you get the title of original/ we did this to encourage your creative mind/ step outside what people say and find out what you’re really like/ it aint thug, it aint close to gangsta/ and you talk about you’re ballin’ but ya flow so bankrupt/ I say no thank ya, /‘cause coppin’ ya CD is such a waste of my dime/ that even talking ‘bout it seems to be a waste of my time/ my time is money and my daughters need a place to recline/ aint nothing funny you’se a dummy if you think I don’t grind.

Verse2: I’m prime time I rhyme, shine, finesse/ my flavor is second nature like stars smiling for press/ if you expecting better expect better than best/ never the less, forever the most with least stress/ I’m dope, you need rest well into my second wind/ the second my pen spills another chapter begins/ who knew that that could be him/ same dude with the old jeans, use to ride the 23 laughing at old pheens/ hold dreams close like dear life to ropes/ hanging from bridges you get it I’m here spice the roast/ so I can have something to snack with emcees/ these rappers light weight like vegans on ten speeds/

Verse3: Mic check step on the digitech/ I’m vicious with it. Get it? The critics won’t understand/ I’m hand to hand deep in the trenches defend the fam/ I’m tryna’ quit meat but what they put in the lamb/ I do what I wanna do it’s kind of the way I am/ care less about ya talk, pay more attention to walk/ ‘cause everybody got they two cents/ what nuisance I got a new sense that say let’s jam/ quit work make music and listen to talk radio/ ‘cause everybody gotta know what’s going on/ and every fighting spirit need a soldier song/ but cowards get disrespected like hoes in thongs/ we go
Track Name: Election Season
ELECTION SEASON

So you start a war with no plans to end it/ told so many lies/ lost so many lives/ you’re nothing more than a Ku Klux Klan descendant/ I watch your money rise/ from corporate ties/

I don’t wanna be, another piece in your game/ I don’t wanna hold, this blood stained American name/ You have shown me your concern/ As my stomach starts to turn/ I just sit here wishing I was somewhere free/ Truly Free

And so you say that city life is getting better/ Is that because street corner cameras get to watch me now/ Watch me while I/ Go about my business, which is no longer my business/

I knew it was them/ knocking on my door with stickers asking me to chip in/ for the campaign/ to go towards ads and champaigne/ put him up in office so he wont do a damn thing/ I can’t blame him/ he’s just a small part of the puzzle that’s stamped rich man’s land/ it aint him, it’s we who go and fall for the game/ we who don’t believe our voices put into action can make than change/ we who don’t vote but complain/ don’t get involved, watch the news every night and simply say it’s a shame/ when it’s a travesty, every day more Iraq tragedies/ and why we’re even at war to the day still baffles me/ Tsumani and 9/11 got billions sent to them/ but Katrina victims had to fight bare minimum/ I’m not a Patriot I can’t be they
stamped/ disrespected my people my family and still/ In November, best believe I cast my ballot so can’t nobody say my voice is invalid/ won’t nobody say my voice is invalid/ can’t nobody say my vice is invalid/

But I don’t wanna be, another piece in your game/ I don’t wanna hold, this blood stained American name/ You have shown me your concern/ As my stomach starts to turn/ I just sit here wishing I was somewhere free/
Track Name: Authority
AUTHORITY

Lord make me better than what I used to be/ silent when they’re accusing me/ humble when they’re abusing me just move in me/ give me beats give me rhymes so that we can change minds/ the sign of times show to many people are blind/ give me strength, give me wisdom/ the ability to hit ‘em/ when I spit it put it in ‘em as the antidote to venom/ give me, boldness, hot not cold/ it’s too many lukewarm, weak, watered down soldiers/ who claim that the aim is to change/ but the aim is to make big change until they’re funeral’s arranged/ push Benz, Range rock rings, cop
chains/ and cannot explain why the game not the same/ Imma stand and speak truth ‘cause lies get told quicker/ quicker than you’d get sick from sipping a fifth of milk and liquor/ As my days get shorter, my nights bring ice give me peace in this life/ I willing to fight, give me authority/

Not weapon formed, knuckle to chin/ strong blows make ‘em buckle and bend/ yall seet as Jerry making ice cream buckets with Ben/ A lot of men play Bishop ‘til they’re stuck in the pen/ with no chopper turn homo/ and keep it on the low low/ most of their peoples don’t know/ the cowardly side so they place faith in a gun that’s where their power resides/ I’m not a thug just a man/ taught by the city Eze handle ya hands/ a couple knock downs only taught me how to stand/ a couple block rounds showed/ I don’t need a clan just to prove who I am/ 4 th son of Juanita, 1 st son of Freddy ready/ yall got masculine rhymes but should’ve been born Betties/ Imma soldier, military trained to aim/ but licking shots from a glock never made my name/ a lot of yall take rappers too serious/ most clowns, wasn’t forced to the block they was just real curious/ never walked on the block but they talk real furious/

Gifted with ripping my written is hitting/ when dismissing my competition cold truth got ‘em frost bitten/ yall be sitting ‘round creating rap characters being clowns/ I’m after ya with much more substance/ most of these dudes sound like they just started cussing/ sad, that I have to come and begin dusting with rags/ they’ll steady rap about their rocks the rings/ the watch the chains, how many chicks giving the brains/ I see through with ya twisted rhyme pattern/ say you pushing a Benz but I catch you with Mom’s Saturn/ say you been in the pen but spent summers in Dads
cabin/ claiming you got boats pushing keys of coke/ truth be told you always need 5 to smoke/ you just a clown, that idolize BET/ got your G-Unit degree and wanna criticize me?/ let’s face reality you broke like me/ spending your last on a token like me/ you rocking last winter’s coat like/ tryna be famous at all costs/ slick what you spit but what you’re claiming is all false/ I don’t respect any liers any sex/ disrespecting my connect you’re immediately in check/ immediately in check/ disrespecting my connect you’re immediately in check/ As we walk with Authority
Track Name: Sucked Out Of A Dream
SOMETHING OUT OF A DREAM

She was something out of a dream/ sweet like her mama invented the Dairy Queen/ She had to be the best thing middle school ever seen/ her clever schemes kept me intrigued I played the back/ she dealt with dope boys I couldn’t compare to that/ my gear was whack/ plus we walked on different tracks/ late night you could find her with the older girls/ they hung out with older boys/ swine controlling, holding their pearls/ she was pregnant by the time 8 th grade graduation came/ teachers knew her name and gave her mama the blame/ that same pack of girls that she ran with disbanded/ next time I seen her I was grown and she was outstanding/

Still something out of a dream/ sweet like her mama invented the Dairy Queen/ she had to be the best thing the clubs ever seen/ Her clever schemes kept me intrigued she still in tact/ she after that money so that money what she attract/ my gear got better but we were still on different tracks/ late night you could find her with the movers and the shakers/ any takers making passes had to be making that paper/ ‘cause she grown now/ own a town home in the county/ yeah she work her 9 to 5 but that’s just to keep her grounding/ she like nice things, iced things, keep her daughter fresh/ but her daughter live with grandma ‘cause mommy life is a mess

She was a pretty thing and now/ unrecognizable, and I wish I could change her/ danger, she don’t wanna be changed/ give her cash and a ride in the Range/ cocaine help her hide in the pain/ sunshine girl addicted to rain she don’t want sympathy it’s how it is/

She was a pretty thing and now/ unrecognizable, and I wish I could change her/ danger, she don’t wanna be changed/ give her cash and a ride in the Range/ cocaine help her hide in the pain/ sunshine girl addicted to rain she don’t want sympathy she want cash/

And this how she make her cash/ get with a baller and take his stash/ he fall in love then she make her dash/ earning her rep as a crud ball fast/ you can’t tell her how to play her game/ scheming is just her claim to fame/ she could care less she show no shame/ so much evil in a bottle glass frame/ spit on the wrong dude who can’t take pain/ so he takes aim and choose not to shoot/ but beat her with the butt of the gun and said “boo/ you aint that cute so watch what you do”/

Watch what you do/ she watched her move and changed her whole view/ switched her game up the fast life through/ never again will she go back to/ the life she lived now her life is new/ daughter’s home it’s more bill that’s due/ you can’t say that some folk don’t change/ some folk live to rebuild and gain/ times have changed but it’s still the same/ plant ya seed and you can reap that thang/ see she knows pain to teach her baby girl how to handle the lane/ this is life you only get one chance/ live it to the fullest and take time to dance/ take time to breath take time to learn/ love life you’ll never know when it’s your turn
Track Name: Get Serious
GET SERIOUS

Verse 1: It’s dangerous to be complacent/ it’s too much going on and my purpose outgrew the basement/ what yall call emcees are sambo’s replacements/ say anything on the mic as long as you gon’ pay them/ yeah, I’d like a mansion and my rims sitting high/ but first I want rec centers with study halls and wifi/ something other than thugging that brothers govern they’re lives by/ scared to stand and face a situation so they drive by/ my mind’s eye sees this as an opportune time to get you in

tune with rhymes you more than just rocking to/ I’m watching you Rockwell style/ keepin’ my eyes on every opponent as soon as the bell sounds/ well now what do we have here?/ a bunch of posers that’s posin as soldiers when they softer than cashmere/ last year, I was twice as nice as the last year/ so next year I aim to best here/ yes, yeah

Hook: And you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look meant to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/ you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look mean to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/

Verse2: Nice with it is the best term/ I lay it down like a fresh perm/ see the best squirm, get ya flesh burned/ I’m that fire, the lighter for ya lighters/ take a bite outta you biters like I’m chomping on papayas/ until my mic retires I will be/ spitting this truth from outta state to overseas/ lean on rappers like hard wind to palm trees/ you can hardly harm me or calm me down/ let’s take it back to emceeing no more playing around/ you play with my sound, I’m laying you down/ this is for real live music lovers/ and for the others I don’t need ya friendship I’m covered I got brothers/ wild little brothers and serious older brothers/ it’s over brother you need to recognize it aint a game lame

Hook: And you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look meant to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/ you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look mean to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/
Track Name: Pampers Low
PAMPERS LOW

VERSE 1: A struggle aint it/ This life we’re in/ My back steady bendin’ tryna pay the rent/ I’ve ran a red light a couple times/ They sent me some pictures I gotta pay the fines/ The Pampers low/ I aint surprised/ Both of my baby girls wear the same size/ My mama called/ She need some help/ But I need a couple hundred my damn self/ We both vowed/ If either one/ Hit the number or something we’ll give the other some

BRIDGE: I know that we can make it/ I swear that we can make it/ Survival of the fittest it’s the realest that can take it/ I know that we can shine it’s just a matter of time/ until something happens I gotta stay up on my grind/

HOOK: As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music

VERSE 2: Had a long night/ so I woke up late/ it’s 7:40 and I’m s’posed to be to work at 8/ this meeting is so boring it always is/ I zone out thinking about our last gig/ the crowd was goin’ crazy/ the promoter was shady/ we got nothin’ but love from the fellas and the ladies/ man that was fun/ can’t wait for the next one/ my daydream got interrupted “can ya hear me son?”

BRIDGE: I know that we can make it/ I swear that we can make it/ Survival of the fittest it’s the realest that can take it/ I know that we can shine it’s just a matter of time/ until something happens I gotta stay up on my grind/

HOOK: As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music

VERSE 3: It’s funny how the best things in life are free/ but the necessities require spending some cheese/ I’m tryna keep a balance it may look like it’s a breeze/ but music is my sanity it’s everything I need/ It’s funny how the best things in life are free/ but the necessities require spending some cheese/ I’m tryna keep a balance it may look like it’s a breeze/ but music is my sanity it’s everything I need/

HOOK: As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music/ As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music/ I journey with music
Track Name: Phrases
PHRASES

The shot was fired but no body heard the gun click/
we want just but not if our names will become SNITCH/
your car is working but you go nowhere fast/
been working on your Masters but failing in having class/
hating your job but quiting is not a factor/
scared another boss will find out you’re not more than a slacker/
Shoot to kill/ Live and learn/ Shake and bake/ Crash and burn/
I heard the phrases for ages in different context/

I aint racist but my race is faced with a complex/
we don’t need black leaders/ spare me the talk/
we need Jesse Jackson in Ghetto America after dark/
with no cameras no newspapers writing/ no parking, no hazard lights blinking on his Lincoln that’s not inviting/
walk in my shoes/ follow my lead/ raised by wolves/ in a city that bleeds/

I heard the phrases for ages in different conversations/ we wanna be stars while disrespecting the constellations/ your son is mooning the teacher ‘cause he’s attention chasing/ an Aries is counting his days of being a Cancer patient/ a Capricorn crashed his Taurus coming from the Gym and I/ married an Aquarius who saw the gem in I/ picture me rolling/ holding my own/ memories stolen/ still in my zone/

I heard the phrase for ages in different conversations/
we wanna be stars while disrespecting the constellations/
Track Name: Still Something To Give
"Still Something to Give"

Verse 1:
I’m back with freshness I stay clean like a brand new Lexus
At best this flow gets hotter than Texas shinin’ like the sun to help melt ya necklace
Select this, I spit it till I’m breathless, you need it in ya head like ya girl need Nexus
I, relax naps locticians get restless. Pressed to become a resident on my guest list
I guess it’s just the swagger, maybe the charm. Maybe it’s the diamonds that swing on my arm.
I’m playin’ I aint got no cheese I got a job though and I’m tryna get a degree
I spit a sick sixteen if I’m feelin’ the beat. Motivated when heaters think they illa than me
Got a super sick band workin on a CD. I’m just another one of I’d say a million emcees
So the goal is to differentiate ditch the friends who hate. ‘cause we aint never been friends
Plus you lookin’ at a brother who aint never seen ends
Goin’ after mines with master minds. Click Clack in my city hear the blast behind
Buildings abandoned but the soul still live
Soul Cannon givin’ nothing is still something to give
Still somethin’ to give yo

Hook:
This song is ‘bout nothing at all
But if you listen close it’s a little something for yall
I know you love to hear songs ‘bout nothing at all
Nothin at all noth noth nothin’ at all
This song is ‘bout nothing at all
But if you listen close it’s a little something for yall
I know you love to hear songs ‘bout nothing at all
Nothin at all noth noth nothin’ at all

Verse 2:
The rebirth of cool. Every session a lesson each verse is school
Ya two step is regression you merge with fools
I’m just a few lessons from layin' my words as rules I know you dudes question the essence
Fur and Jewels. video vixens making you drool
I keep my eyes on the opposition. Where I’m from if you don’t watch and listen you could get robbed for your pot to piss in
No Kamikaze mission, I’m tryna live make it do what it do to move ya neck and ya head
Makin' it easy for you to get with what we on whether 20s on ya Yukon or spinners on ya Neon
Hotter than the hack man in August with no Freon
Planet Soul Cannon love and stay or hate and be gone
It really doesn’t matter
The goal is to keep yall movin' like weak bladders not dancing though
Unless you feel somethin’ that inspires that move
Slide like butter if you feelin’ that smooth. For all ears listening’
We can go further than four new Michelins push it to the limit.
With no substitute for real no gimmicks. We started off fresh, lookin’ for a fresh finish
We started off fresh looking for a fresh finish

Hook:
This is a song about nothing at all
But if you listen close it’s a little something for yall
I know you love to hear songs ‘bout nothing at all
Nothin at all noth noth nothin’ at all
This is a song about nothing at all
But if you listen close it’s a little something for yall
I know you love to hear songs ‘bout nothing at all
Nothin at all noth noth nothin’ at all

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