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Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - Soul Plan



God bless the child that can hold his own

Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn

The type thats known to set the tone

Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

Check it, its the player to examine

My thought patterns are deep like canyons

A tough companion that women wont adandon

Thats my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like nino

Lay incognito, because lifes a gamble like ceelo

Thats what we know, forget what they know, or say yo

I gotta do my thing, I cant be caught hanging like a halo

Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle

Use brains over muscle, Im seeing more chips than ruffles

God bless the child that can hold his own

Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn

The type thats known to set the tone

Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

Im gigantic, coming hard like granite

Forget where youre from, I represent the whole planet

Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)

The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern

Opponents I check em, got skills out the rectum

Display many styles like colors in a spectrum

You cant escape the inconcealable

Niggas is so wack, even people reading braille aint feeling you (right)

I fell off? come on, imagine it

Its the sharp elaborate

Type of nigga thats not having it

On some new shit, some extra cool shit

The type to lounge in the crib all day

Peeping pay-per-view shit

Word, its bugged, hops, I love props

When I come to town, Im under survailance like drug spots

96, coming from the rear quick

Im on some ol "hit the lotto & disappear" shit

God bless the child that can hold his own

Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn

The type thats known to set the tone

Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

I use poetic psychiatric types of tactics

Man, this rap shit got me seeing more green than st. patricks

The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)

That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater

Catch me shining from a mile away

The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping alize

You see me sinning with the money and the women

You think Im winning? shit, Im barely living

Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass

Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglass

I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid

Fuck chasing chickens in the barnyard

Word up, while youre still clowning

Im in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of will downing

Living the life of a grown man

Me and dink, and roy ayers, we got the soul plan

God bless the child that can hold his own

Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn

The type thats known to set the tone

Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

(roy ayers solos on the keys til fade)

 

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