[hook]: God damn, Y’all couldn’t do this But Khan can Try to ignore me But that shit is corny I'll blow up at forty like Jon Hamm [Verse 1:] Now lift up your palm like you’re Picking a star from A system that’s far far away Any position, division, or conference I will still rip it like Jesse Katsopolis This shit is Bosch No, not Chris, It's Hieronymous Painter translation: this picture's preposterous You'd get an Oscar to say this is progress And last I checked, Oscar still lives in the garbage Why can't every day be Christmas in Hollis? My spirit animal's a miniature dachshund That taught me to sniff through the business and politics Deep as a Christopher Wallace breath They dig in your pockets And leave you with nothing but lint and a promise And pink slips are all you get Please get me a Dogfish Head Cool, now I'm Super like Nintendo Chalmers [hook] [Verse 2:] Lately, I’m haunted by terrible thoughts That make me want to holler ‘til Jericho drops Like how many days does young TerRio got If his parent don’t stop him from eating his way To a burial plot with a cherry on top Oo killem, you will if you share it and watch Then click on a pic of an areola and ask what that mouth do like a periodon Tist tsk You bury your conscience Keep telling yourself that the babies don't watch us You stare at the box that created these monsters These kids ain't grown up right like Haley Joel Osment Turn the monitors and radios off If we're going downhill, get your sleighs and toboggans But back in the fourth grade, my pulse rate would pulsate Thinking what I would do to Amy Jo Johnson [hook] [Verse 3:] Give something, get something like justice Ride round town on a muddy white cutlass The horse not the car Act funny like douglas Abortion your thoughts with the front of my musket Lo fi pacinos got no time to reload We don’t like the g-code we go by bushido Got an ace up my sleeve like a low life casino My crew is all moonwalkers, no time for Titos I remember one kid stole my Dorritos Said one day he would make it snow by the kilo Now my taste’s developed, I’m so Sausalito So don’t crown my head, please just stovepipe my genome The same mind that memorized that four score and seven But still never jeopardized any scoreboard in Tekken Before your inception, we listened to the griot If you want the grigio, put a cork in your questions [hook]

[Verse 1:] Ladies and gentlemen I am great as I’ve ever been I ain't playing it tentative You must be high as my rent if You think that I ain't the messenger from the ivory entrances Sent as divine intervention Psych, it's Satan, His Eminence Word to the wise, If you were wise, You would lurk inside of a panic room Tight as a granite tomb Your attitude’s too lateral And I’ve got a bad case of the Bruce Banner blues And some Zoolander moves They say I’m hot as Hansel My darling's not a damsel She’s stronger than an anvil That wrought a sword that brought a boy named Arthur to his castle Yeah, my body's thin So's the straw that killed the camel Smart enough to handle Jon Stewart with the banter But with this ring, I feel like John Stewart with the lantern If he conjured a ladder Up to parkour to Saturn I'm taking every pog you got with my slammer [hook:] Back on the block Where my dog does his business He shows me love, so I toss him the biscuit Y'all got it twisted I mean my actual dog Yo, this track’s for my dog That's Hugo Back on the block Where my dog does his business And his mama got the raw in the kitchen Y'all got it twisted I mean my actual dog Yo, this track’s for my dog That's Hugo [Verse 2:] I earn less for these flows than I deserve ‘Cause I'm earnest like “know what I mean, Vern” But when me and Element combine, you gon’ throw up your Eberts We take this shit here back like AOL keywords Got no part learning my role I'm Bogart burning a stoge You're Joel, Tom Servo and Crow I’m so R. Murrow to these Joe Scarboroughs All I see around me are goats, gods, sherpas, and snow A hipster writer try to put me in a box that I dont fit inside of? Needs to get his timex checked Before I sing a lil’ and his lady's thighs get wet ‘Cause she can tell I eat it with a dinette set I'm like the last mink alive rocking human skin With a crucifix made out of a used syringe So while you sell your soul I write an Elder Scroll on a skooma binge Now say I aint the truth again [hook:]

[Verse 1:] Welcome to the nation of a million drones When you feel afraid of someone you can kill em from home Whether it's your backyard or theirs Ain't nobody cares If they ain't got the same color skin as your own Without a doubt about who lives and who dies With zero tolerance and infinite pride We're the honest and the innocent side Unless your kid's face is like Jordan Davis or Renisha McBride So how you gonna talk about the kindness of a stranger When the value of my property's the whiteness of my neighbor? From Long Island to Decatur Y’all dying for the paper Trying to break the line between the buyers and the savers American dream’s dangling so high Over their heads like a pair of Adidas Hanging off of phone wires C’mon, Soul, that imagery's so tired But so am I of new tears welling up under old eyes [hook:] My man said chill I ain't the chill type Fuck what you feel like This is real life Fuck what you feel like This is real life Fuck what you feel This the real [Verse 2:} We built this city on a hill around a rumor That disappeared as quick as Hiro Nakamura Home is where the heart is and the children are our future So we open up a charter school to filters out the losers It feels like kamasutra You’re thoroughly fucked But Paul Ryan thinks y'all whining And not working enough But your wages are downs Even when earnings are up Man, his mama shoulda swallowed him as sperm in her guts And If you really don’t believe we need a government Then why elect you as someone who’d be running it That’s just as dumb as it sounds But if you fuck with it You’re even dumber or just a glutton for punishment So my apologies, no diss to the fans, Who might dismiss this as just a typical rant It's been inscripted in strands of my genetic code So I can't let it go, Son, I spit what I am, And that's the real [hook:]

[Verse 1:] I've been Soul Khan since I was a tenth grader When my membrane was about as zen as Eren Yeager's Now I set flames in the inkwell like Larenz Tate With a pen game that ain't no center's Dekembe'ing If you're acquainted with what's dope, I'm your favorite If I'm not, that's an oversight, ain't it? But that ain't no surprise My generation was never trained to keep hope alive So my flow is like a wave illustrated by Hokusai One of the Cohen tribe No, I ain't Lyor People love Steve Jobs And sleep on the stevedores You're just a firecracker trying to act like you're C4 Lil’ homie, you're just keeping my seat warm You trying to Mr. Cooper with me? Y’all too rudimentary I’ll put to you gently It’s like I’ve got a pseudoephedrine-boosted Super human memory that I use To view a loop of every move that anyone could ever use against me So I gotta Enron 'em Drop a Gem on 'em John McClane with the lighter, climbing through the vents on 'em Never been on Flex but every line is still a Flex Bomb ‘em Fuck it, FBI special agent DMX on ‘em (here we go again) 'Cause these days, the bar's lower Than the blades of a lawnmower Ain't an adjective to capture me, dude I raise the curve like a capital U Up in a Mars rover, bumping Mars Volta 'til the stars nova [hook:] I feel like Rufus on that grain free Superhuman, I’m Akuma if you play me It ain’t cheap but I paid the price If you pray tonight Say another for anybody who ain’t me [Verse 2:] I feel like Rufus on that grain free Oh, you’re cooler than an AC? Cool, I make a flame freeze Make a blade bleed And make ‘em change Genesis so it says they made me on day three When you listen to Soul, you get a feeling Reminiscent of when they turned mold to penicillin And those who never built what they own just get bewildered ‘Cause what I wrote is etched into stone in every pillar And a lot of y’all have been supportive But the woman in my corner is the brick and mortar So if you think that I would push my business forward Ahead of my Mrs., you are misinformed Forget a bullet, I would take a fucking missile for her Being a man's more than not getting killed Like bringing my half when we got rent and bills But I guess I just deal with it like Tek and Steele ‘Cause I never ran and I never will [hook:]