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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Clear Soul Forces
Clear Soul Forces
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Hermeto Pascoal
Hermeto Pascoal
Komponist:in
Theodore Hughes Jr.
Theodore Hughes Jr.
Komponist:in
Kortez Marion
Kortez Marion
Songwriter:in
Jarred Douglas
Jarred Douglas
Songwriter:in
Jarrel Lowman
Jarrel Lowman
Songwriter:in
Emile Vincent
Emile Vincent
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Letras

Chickity-check it, brought the soul back to the home team
Motown, why can't you see my team is supreme? Diana
Welcome to the solar system of the Forces, you
Running in a circle, we just chewing on your orbit
Forfeit, fork it over, a Heimlich maneuver
Me and my **** will make the cut like Ryu Hayabusa
Future brighter, do whatever you could imagine
Imagine the Force is with you, running the web like arachnids
Tarantulas, eight-legged gargantuous animals
Causing maximum damage with my tongue and an animal
While we be focused on our salary, lettuce and bring the croutons
I'm trying to have a dollar bill salad right on Obama's lawn
Let you be the pawn with my **** playing hooky
While my paper double, triple like LeBron as a rookie
I'm feeling better than, better than, better than the veterans
I use the booth as my pulpit, I'm a reverend, church
On the road where you could find us
Not gassed up, the shit is four bucks, so we avoid pumps
We serving rappers like they ordered it
Till we post on blogs, post up and loitering
The story ends where ours begins, now flip the page
In the park shooting jumpers while others was flipping yay
No Cartiers, couple of Js and reading comics
Could have labeled me a nerd, but slam bitches in the closet
Awesome, left the city early, they forgot him
Now I come from two worlds but the city know I got 'em
Went from smelling crack smoke at that busted house at our neighbors
To rarely seeing black folk, the only **** turning in papers
'Cause it's a, a new era, no American apparel
No Lucifer in my levels, eradicating these devils
From out of my air space, take a hit (See space)
Take a listen, did I mention we the new freebase? (Get laced)
Spin around (Listen, ****), look straight
This is lyrical hypnosis, toting this .45
And sagging 'cause of the holster, world's weight up on my shoulder
Nuts about as big as boulders
They dropping like roller coasters
You bagging up at they Kroger, trying to meet a fucking quota
Give it up, my ****, it's over
Get it knocking like Jehovah
Who colder? My shit is cryogenic, I'm locked in a clinic
Who with me? Come get me
And make sure all these **** is finished
Yes sir, lets get into it, it's only right I get it in
Your gal mind open like she took the pill from Limitless
Taught to reach for the stars when we was little kids
Now, it's smoke clouds, 'cause the sky is what the limit is
Now let it thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump
In the trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk
To show the world we riders who won't take it
Just light it up, man, fuck a hater
It don't get no better, no better
It don't get no better, no better
It don't get no better, no better
It don't get no better, no better than this
Heavy mentally, the mic I am dismembering
I spit it for my ****, we kill it with verbal symmetry
You'll just be a memory, with the pen I'm a blessing
Trying to steal my secret Good Book, call that shit Inception
My conception was immaculate so this is wrapped in Reynolds
Know you mad 'cause they listen and you can't afford a rental
Face is sour as a
And bread the only thing that's on the menu
The blind lead the blind, open up your windows
Take a breath of fresh air that we could give you
In this game we just **** trying to blow, we on Nintendo
Parental advisory, advising me is simple
Just get me a hundred miles away from an instrumental
My influential flows get a mama out her pantyhose
Grandiose, spit it till Cameo is a cameo
Hope you can fight well, ain't going nowhere
I'm Shawn Michaels, turn it up and sweet chin music your head
Go 'head, we got this rap shit down to a mad science
The biochemist, everything I write hard, hieroglyphics
Welcome to the Round Table where we plot on all our challengers
King Arthur of the art which is written with Excalibur
Jet lag mixed with hiatus
Gamma Fly Beta, was born with an ultimatum
Write and become the greatest or become a statistic
Listed with averages and tables, proving the illustration
The picture they paint us, we animals, lock us in cages
No zoos, just a concrete jungle, we fucking made it, nah, nah
For my team I'll be a martyr
This shit is hard body, ****, Tony Stark armor
Now let it thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump
In the trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk
To show the world we riders who won't take it
Just light it up, man, fuck a hater
It don't get no better, no better
It don't get no better, no better
It don't get no better, no better
It don't get no better, no better than this
It go rain to fall, spring, summer
Let's show the whole world what they can't take from us
Let's show the whole world what they can't take from us
Let's show the whole world what they can't take from us
Written by: Emile Vincent, Hermeto Pascoal, Jarred Douglas, Jarrel Lowman, Kortez Marion, Theodore Hughes Jr.
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