Aesop Rock, Blu, D.J. Higgins lyrics

by

Blu


[Intro]
Yeah, somethin' classic in the makin'
Feels good don't it?
Exile, the one and only
The young homie

[Verse 1: Blu]
you're going up a n*gga with a whole lot of soul patna
the show shocker
rock the show when I flow partner
The don dada
knocking the globe out of alignment
when i'm rhyming soul shining
like gold mining
so don't bother competing
he's the soul father
don't know how to defeat him
you're like a robot
knocking see minutes of your soul rising
even the hoe's jock him
not cause he's conceded
cause he's speaking at your dome c*cked
the soul provider
flow liver
sh*t is so hot
do not touch
drop the rhythm
let the whole block crush
now ya'll f*cks call him ill from the still
even though the name has been the same
since i came in and ain't a damn thing changed but the skills
i still gotta blow spots up just to show that you won't stop us
and never will
it's the so chill
so cal resident
i represent my lo cal
style that is heaven sent
with exile for president

[Verse 2: ]
Yea, the show stopper,
rock spots and flow proper,
No i won't mind that fat b*tch
but still know how to pack sheets
with no problem,
spit my soul out of rap sheets
the nappie kid from cali
that's sharp as supreme khakis
the b. l. u. no e
i'm on the block posted like an OG
California sun soaking
you're the O E
toking to my tongue
smoking like gun blowing heat
out the end of it
speak kind venomous
walk singular to how i talk, dawg, i'm limitless
cause my 10 souls can take me any place
my mind states
[?] when my mind states
plus i pump until i'm three feet sky high
rising like the ground break
rhyming like i rhyme great
taking wack rhymers out like a blind date
f*ck commas,
kill em' with knowledge till their mind aches
and i stay killing the stage
cutting lines shorts like their phone bills ain't paid
cause you're cheap skates
the soul provider
rock a weekday
i'm letting off a lean body trying to steal my dj

I flow krypton, knock your Superman off his feet with his kicks on
n*ggas keep my sh*t on repeat, and no matter which song I get on
I sh*t on beats, pull out my di*k and take a p*ss 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 sh*t, loud mouth, wild out, starting it
Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
So pardon if my talking is slurred, pants sagging
Hands grabbing on my nuts, clutch sparking my herb
Relaxed lingo, beef low, ghetto as Black bingo
Redefine the the line of rap singles
The soul provida', hold the mic and open fire
Drop my nuts, I give a f*ck about a pro hire
The new Pete and C.L. was 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 pro-vide your mind, with a West Coast soul vibe
It's the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind, with a West Coast soul vibe
Yeah the soul provider

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