*violins and pianos are heard tapping and a conductor clearing his
Throat to signal that he is ready*
Chorus:
Soul oul oul oul oul oul oul (my soul my soul)
My soul oul oul
My soul oul oul (my soul)
Soul oul oul oul oul oul oul (my soul)
My soul oul oul (my soul)
My soul oul oul
Verse 1:
You can try to throw salt but i keep my game face on
And the only thing on your mind is stalkinand' more digits than a
Telephone
Me and thirty-nine theives jumpinand' out of white hummer
From compton (wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber
Grew up straight out of low cash like cb foand'
Now i got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo
See on the low itand's all gravy
But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy
And all you want is the lex and gold visa
Bomb singles and stackinand' your chips like pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time jack blackand's
I twist sacks and sip yac
Plus, the invisible man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in mine?
Keep the money and the fame cause all i really wanna hold
Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul
Chorus
Verse 2:
Ainand't no tellin
Most women are still waitinand' and sellinand'
Most of my homies is ex-felons (convicts)
In two decades, rap went from planet rock
To crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock
And it donand't stop
Till another brother drop
Thatand's why i poured out a little drink for the homie pac (rest in
Peace)
Whatand's a thin line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you still canand't escape
Itand's a small world, after all, youand're clausterphobic, you canand't
Breathe
So, store your ball like christopher reeve
Itand's the hater in you that makes you criticize me
Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackinand'
Iand'ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackinand'
They say the game is to be sold, not told
You can keep your bankroll, i want control of my soul
Chorus
Verse 3:
My jaws flip across sixteen bars like dominique dawes
But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law
See, i was servinand' wack rappers at the school
When bruce lee was scrappinand' with kareem abdul
You got into triple beams and guns you ainand't gon shoot
I seen a million rappers in the same versace suit
Or, the same pair of locs, thatand's probably why youand're broke
And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked
Scrappinand' or rappinand' what you want to happen?
If i ever come up short you the first one iand'm jackinand'
Itand's theives in the area like aircraft carrierand's
Weand're launchinand' f-15and's
And anti-wack maf machines
Michropone, sittinand' on my vocal chord
Sendinand' bustaand's to the crossroads like thuggish ruggish bone
Itand's the c-o-o-l-i-o, well i, wont fold
When iand'm controllinand' my soul
Chorus: repeat 1 1/2 times
