Soul Like Khan

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released 16 November 2010
1. 6:30 a.m.
(prod. j57)

2. fe la soul f akie bermiss
(prod. j57)

3. knuckle puck f koncept, 8thw1, and homeboy sandman
(prod. j57)

4. place that birthed me
(prod. j57)

5. for that
(prod. elaquent)

6. invisible hand
(prod. maticulous)

7. shitted on
(prod. j57)

8. suck my dick f o.i.s.d.
(prod. j57)

9. fahrenheit f akie bermiss
(prod. marink)

10. so i says
(prod. marink)

11. shot glass magnified f sene
(prod. elaquent)

12. minyan
(prod. j57, violin - rebecca waine, guitar - will mogey)

13. soul like khan
(prod. j57)

all interludes by j57
all cuts by deejay element
mixed by the audible doctor
photo by amber mclinn

thanks, mom. peace.

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Track Name: 6:30 am
it took me twenty three years just to write this verse
i felt the sum of all fears in a lightning burst
i was shaking at the window like pookie with a pipe
but there ain't no director when the movie is your life

looked for answers in a book, but it takes too long
and it ain't like nina simone can make new songs
they said, if i speak my mind, i'll be despised
to liquor, punchlines, asscheeks, and thighs

but i'm just too potent, i get you open,
like a flesh wound hoping that the fresh truths soak in
oh, they got flow? well, i exhale oceans
how could they not know? they up the next male's colon

this is for the pipe-dreamers with the 9-to-5 fever
the hardest working fathers and the friday night divas
i dedicate my resume to all my light sleepers
who stay awake and wonder where they future might lead us
Track Name: Fe La Soul f Akie Bermiss
1:
they got my melatonin hella open, y'all, i'm sleeping on 'em
but i'm so beyond that next shit, i'm quantum leaping on 'em
and they're lambs to the slaughter, so i gotta feast upon 'em
but j57 told me not to speak upon 'em

well, gotta get your, gotta get your, gotta get your bars up
i connect that live electric shit that lit the stars up
y'all just bosses, i'm walking with a halo
the way they're politicking got my mama sick, it's shameful

this anglo's slick as a raincoat, get vehicular mangled if you think you can range rove with
this con queso-getter from grayskull that delivers the fuego to incinerate them same old cliques

they let the flood gates open, i don't like the result
and i ain't concerned with swagger, homie, i'm an adult
so fuck a photo up if you're still here for the music
and holler at your man that be chilling with the chewstick

hook:
and the people sing
can't you hear 'em sing?
and they all sing
so let's all sing
and the people sing
can't you hear 'em sing?
and they all sing
so let's all sing

2:
mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ku-suck on my dick
if you think that i ain't that sick
you wanna clap that gauge? money act your age
i got a massive range like i'm satchel paige

i'm living proof that even if you sacrifice
you only get a lil' dap as your asking price
and seems like the ink dried all too fast
you signed on that line but all you ass

y'all some borderline barnacles, welcome to the chronicles
so old school that my molecules got monocles
fine women caught a few, ice dripping? nada. you
ain't built nothing but a little lego block or two

ain't a person i can shoot, that was a child once
who never got a chance 'cause he ran with the wild ones
rather sip a 22 than throw a clip in 22,
'cause going to a funeral ain't really nothing fun to do

hook
Track Name: Knuckle Puck f Koncept, 8thW1, and Homeboy Sandman
koncept:

i see your team is asleep but sleep is seeming to be
keeps em reaching for dreams til I defeat em in speech
we be speaking emcees and being free is a need
i see a reason preaching like they was teaching to me

2010 run events nothing less than sold out
moneys spent to run again tell your friends to go now
updating statuses?, upgrade your caliber
hold weight in your own hand no chance to flatter us

it's make it and taking it I'm greedy with the whole stash
can't recycle flows I believe it's what we call trash
hockey puck knuckle punch evacuate the premises
always has to happen drinking Jack in great measurements

slap shots break glass should of worn your face mask
you skating pacing on the ring I'm bringing what you lames lack
hmmm, just the face off a stick to your abdomen
have to set the fight the degree that we master in

homeboy sandman:

live from the dead of the winter with no coat and no skully
here's one verse you can take personally
get served, no shoes, no shirt, no money
my balls don't break nor burst for nobody

my clique nah trust
conduct our own studies
and stick cops up for donuts
go nutty
back before all these condos shot up everywhere
so if you got manos put em in the air

thump knock babies from car seats
haunt Queens
stomp crop circles in concrete
Boy done broke outta quarantine
hopped up off the top turnbuckle on your uncle and auntie

boy king, brassknuckled and undaunting
swashbuckler speech beyond your belief
how much more unprofessional can anybody be?
now everybody sleep

8thw1:

i don't know man, i'm just not feeling it
it's kind of hard for me to take this serious
do you know the power that i'm dealing with
when all i do is talk and they're like, "he's killing it?"

so i'm winging it like paul mccartney
crash the party with a baby in a car seat
then bag a bad chick give her the game
and now the dame playing with my joystick like atari

to marty mcflys i'm the future
take you out of character, you shook...michael j. fox
i like it, i take it, fuck "may i"
just say "bye" like confused gay guys

but i don't need to be around that
i need a crib somewhere in the adirondacks
c.b. radio's only contact
grow a beard, contemplate not coming back

'cause other than a-ok and the brown bag
i ain't heard nothing past not bad
so my favorite mc is me
and homeboy sandman...my bad

soul khan:

i'm a bad motherfucker and a passionate lover
looking for a smooth chick with her ass on the cover
people say soul khan is delusional
because i don't hold back on these juveniles

you see, i too once was a clueless child
so i'mma flunk your high school musical
ain't none jihad-er, time bomb with a lit wick
it's all fun and games, 'til a socket gets slick ricked

concocting a sick, sick, sick (666) scenario
even my burial plot probably got big twists
just like shyamalan, yes i kamika--
--ze these weak-kneed automatons

and you can see me at comic con teaching the padawans
how to geek out like i'm leading a synagogue
phenomenal with that heatrock spittle
leave the beat so brittle it should be hospitalized

and that's that, homie, soul knows best
my tracks slap like motorboating oprah's breasts
brown bag, a-ok, we're the coldest yet
we run the whole damn table, money, fold the deck
Track Name: Place That Birthed Me
1:
it's like straight from the city of sunshine and silicone
even on the busiest streets, you still feel alone
unless you're repping a set or set to direct
a mill or millimeter's how they measure respect

they say the weather is best, but sometimes it rains and
sometimes it bleeds 'cause drugs line the veins of
all kinds of fiends, they all got the need
in the hills and the ghetto and what lies between

got one life to lead, but two different faces
prime real estate for the youthful and famous
too many cops are abusive and racist
but white folks still staying glued to the matrix

chicks drop stacks for rags on rodeo
then they hit the strip to sniff some more yayo
dudes on the street sipping forties like they're drano
the city where the angel pawned his own halo

hook:
let's take a trip to the place that birthed me
home of roscoe's and big game worthy
los angeles, i can't love it enough
so no matter where i'm at, i put my w's up

2:
now, i could spit a reference to different intersections
but that wouldn't capture california in its essence
the asphalt is scalding beneath your chucks
wherever we post up, there's burrito trucks

and the traffic in the city turns the corner to a jukebox
bumping ever genre from foreigner to tupac
peace to the homie selling oranges a few blocks
up, now he's got a small fortune in his tubesocks

it's where i learned to freestyle with ease and fluency
used to hear people preach peace and unity
the women were an infinite spectrum of thickness
and greeted every increase in heat with nudity

now i'm in the east with a dream and a tunnel vision
you gotta leave home to see home for what it isn't
so some day, i'll return like the sun arisen
and on my mama's mama, i hope that nothing's different

hook repeats
Track Name: For That
1:

before terrorism had arisen to fight
i'd stay up for the wake up show and i'd listen at night
just to know what was officially tight, get it cassetted
made my fat tapes while classmates sweated for extra credit

but me, son? forget it, i achieved under
now suckers shit bricks whenever i breathe thunder
but i wasn't always down with what cool cats were doing
couldn't cop jordans, i rocked patrick ewings

damn, i was a shoe-in for the nerdiest,
four eyed geek who was the wordiest, but turned impervious
when the cipher got open, assholes stopped provoking
quoting soul khan 'cause i was more than just a token...

...melanin deficient fellow with an eloquence and vision
feeling them hello kittens but they were so seldom licking
probably got you thinking, "damn, he's attached"
but hip hop kept me afloat after the family collapsed

the panic attacked, my father didn't plan to come back
but the boom bap never let my sanity crack
no the boom bap never let my sanity crack
yeah, the boom bap gets mad dap for that

hook:

if it wasn't for the records you gave me
don't know which way that life would take me
the 1-2, 1-2 that raised me
i'mma play you 'til they crossfade me

i never thought i'd make song a for this
but here i go with a jawn for that
here i go with a jawn for that
end of the day, i did it all for that

2:

so even though i'm the golden era's grandson
it ain't fair to say we don't compare to that one
i thought they called it the past, 'cause all of it passed
(can i kick it?) damn, i shouldn't bother to ask

if it's new, some of you won't put your hands up to it
i love the old school, but i ain't handcuffed to it
but i can't keep just rapping about rapping without
feeling a little vomit in the back of my mouth

too much to address and the youth's unimpressed
it's hard enough today to speak to you in the flesh
to the youngins that are plugged in the subject we're discussing
remember that it's more than just a mumble and percussion

it's rats in the front room and roaches in the back
it's two dope boyz steady posting in the 'lac
it's bonita applebaum that we're hoping to attract
and the boom bap gets mad dap for that

hook
Track Name: Invisible Hand
1:

i moved to the city with an ideal vision
but i feel quite different since my light bill's risen
'cause my life's real mission is to entertain
and this game's never played on a level plane

so while these groupie motherfuckers getting center stage
i open up to earn the dues that they never paid
they try to piss on my lawn and call it lemonade
so i'mma have to settle this the armageddon way

well, i think middle finger number one is reserved
for backpackers that act like they're muttering nerds
you can't carry the torch when you're so spineless
(are those glasses a fashion choice?) no, i'm blind, bitch

and middle finger number two belongs to the tweeters
who can't pack a show but got an onslaught of readers
i sweat for my props and i spend my profits
while you only get pounds for a trending topic

hook by deejay element

2:

they say blood's thicker than poland spring
but to some folks there isn't a colder drink
so keep your veins covered when these fanged suckers approach
'cause if you talk out of turn they gonna puncture your throat

and i've been told i'd be signed in a new york minute
if i wore tighter jeans and a new york fitted
"if that doesn't work, we can try a different gimmick, though
do a fiddler on the roof and put you in hasidic clothes"

label heads told me i'm the freshest in the east
a menace and a beast without the kennel and the leash
battle vets told me i'm a legend in the streets
but if i want something higher, they won't let me get a piece

but who's to say i can't kumite 'em out their foolish ways
and get a new arrangement?
otherwise i'm administering euthanasia
at the last second, i'mma ask 'em, "who can save you?"

hook
Track Name: Shitted On
1:
i was beyond aching to the break of dawn taking
pictures in my mind of the way she got quaking
limbs to settle with heavenly palms gracing
arms that'd be reaching for the shape of her escaping

i wonder where it went, you know that good old sensation
that had our bodies fastened, now it's got me asking
was it just a smokescreen from the very opening
of this close thing that fell apart into loathing?

but if it was sincere, then tell me
nah, nah, if it was sincere, then really
how'd the hell we
end up like this?
you living easy, but me i'm looking lifeless
when people see me, they're calling you a trife bitch

they don't understand, well neither did i
too bad the pills didn't keep you from breeding them lies
when i was deep in them thighs
infatuation turned to anxious waiting for you to give me another reason to cry

hook:

i feel shitted on
with my hands on my head
and my chest still beating though you left me for dead
i feel shitted on
was i the man of your dreams
or just a meaningless piece of your plans and your schemes?
i feel shitted on
you know i'd treat you like a goddess
gave you everything though you could never keep a promise
shitted on
my house'll never be your home
if you're the only one then, yo, i'd rather be alone

2:

well, putting back together all the pieces was tough
i wore my heart on my sleeves, now i bleed through the cuffs
wasn't fucking with no empty headed creature of lust
she was my earth, wind, and fire, burning deep through the crust

but then suspicion arose and what this chicken disclosed
rendered her love letters phony fictional prose
it was blood, guts, and whiskey
lungs rusted, sixty
cigarettes a day but i cut back to fifty

double that in years and you may grasp the solitude
wastelands i'm crawling through
but i gotta pretend i'm perfectly polished, new,
and ready for display on that show room floor
but the salt of her lips keeps these old wounds sore

i'm needing more than medicine
love was full length so i wore it as a second skin
now i want to tear it off and throw it to the reckless wind
and flip a middle finger the direction that it's exiting

hook
Track Name: Suck My Dick f O.I.S.D.
Hook:
suck my dick
lick my nuts (repeats)

1:

when the city collapses into splinters and ashes
are you really going to be happy with them silly contraptions?
the ipod, the iphone, oh, my god, is my home
just another hard drive to hold shit that i own?

i know, i know, that it sounds a little cliche
mc so-and-so on the mountain getting preachy
someone always twisting up your words like you're t-pain
but to keep that money right, you have got to remain

silent as the moment when you're lying in an open casket and they ask how to divide up what you're holding
cash flow might slow your last cold night
but an asshole's life's still an asshole's life

i want to smoke the same shit castro likes
while dummy type honeys say that's so tight
collect money like i passed go twice
and bet it on decepticons in hasbro fights

hook

2:

they say americans are arrogant and fat
as the gats that they carry in iraq
but i barely can attack
my own shadow, can't load that ammo, it's a grown man's battle
they ain't airing it on smack

when ike turner passed on his life's work and passion
all we could remember was the wife that he slapped on
so even though the music is supposed to be the measurement
i'll never lift an f'ing fist unless it's in defense of this

liberty to rock bells, even if the stock sales
drop, well, i fell
in the land of the blind, you die or you talk braille
tough as an ox tail
to travel this far when your cars on the wrong rail

so, if you do connect with that future you're expecting
you should use a breath mint and lose that stupid weapon
boogaloo electric? nah, too broke
i told you all i know but i'm glad we spoke

hook
Track Name: Fahrenheit f Akie Bermiss
1:

i be the s-o-u to the fucking twelfth letter
never change styles just so i can sell better
been a lot of things but a fool ain't one
got a food chain gun and the wu-tang's lungs

i spew flames from an esophagus
clogged up with butane
you thinking, who came as hot as this
new age metropolis dude made in optimus
prime's image? i'm living proof, ain't no stopping this

small young whitey called khan almighty
suckers get mad 'cause they're squad all likes me
what america wants most, since ice went gold
soul been nice since the ice been cold

i speak like each word emerged from the lord himself
even if it didn't, i guess it sort of helped
see, i ain't ever been afraid of global warming
'cause the same shit happens when soul's performing

hook:

the city's on fire and they trying to blame me
fought with the devil now he's trying to frame me
nobody listens but parasites
'cause they don't know the meaning of fahrenheit (repeats)

2:

i got that beast disease, i need a freak to please
a mix of beyonce and alicia keys
nah, she want a dude that's deep with cheese
so if i try to kick game, i catch three degrees

and that frozen shoulder ain't ever going to turn
so here are a few of the things i'd burn
cartier glasses and louis v purses
the money of the fools that think that she's worth it

the nikes of them white boys that all rock dunks
when four years ago they were hard rock punks
i'm more than my sneakers, torching your speakers
got it on lock like the warden that greets you

born with a fever, i'm holding a cleaver
to turn these pit bulls into golden retrievers
told that my features ain't going to sell
i said you better hope that there ain't no hell

hook
Track Name: So I Says
1:

doctor, doctor, give me the news
i'm a hostage, hostage to women and booze
and my posture's awkward from getting abused
by these gods and monsters that spit in my food

i don't care about the numbers that you gon do
this is music, motherfucker, not sudoku
they say that life's a bitch like cujo's boo
so i have her in the kitchen mixing culo stew

and i dare you to test-drive these two old shoes
every minute there's some shit i've got to sumo through
on some yokozuna to these no-show losers
like a tone loc tune, i'm gonna lose my cool

and i've been up and down this u.s. of a-holes
and given each one a different reason to hate soul
you thought it was transfats or maybe the nasdaq
nah, it's an honest man making your hands clap

hook

2:

now for my next trick i will remove my limbs
and make them levitate through the use of hymns
i'll have them pour me out a cup of juice and gin
and let them loose to execute their ruthless whims

on the disney imagery that we've known
give me liberty or give me dome
that ain't fair, why? 'cause i need both
i heard freedom's fly, but she don't deepthroat

but is it chauvinism if i just blow my wisdom
in the throat of women that i support? and listen,
it ain't like a little protein shake
is gonna do shit to flip roe v wade

so, whatcha want, soul?
thick thighs on the pole
so, whatcha want, soul?
a little self control
so, whatcha want, soul?
no more sean bells
and my name up in flames, s-o-u-l

hook
Track Name: Shot Glass Magnified f Sene
hook:

sometimes it's too hard to read between
the lines that your own hand has scrawled
and the one that you most want and need
may be the one who's last to call

soul khan:

first the slum village breaks up
now every day I wake up
somebody got a problem with soul
but if you didn't know dilla
til there was no dilla
then we probably on an opposite road

some thought this record store was just another stepping stone
but its a place that gave me more than you could ever know
a lotta big names claimed it but they never showed
til they saw the fat lady breaking out her metronome

you'd kill a man that brings a knife into a gunfight
i'd resurrect him with a vial full of sunlight
this music hustle got me fighting for my lovelife
trying to make her understand that lightning never struck twice

my homie sene is getting twisted off the spliff aroma
i'm bottle tippin honest injun on my sixth corona
it's like we on a mission to discover different comas
cause these days shit is uglier than women bowlers

i need to cool my jets before all this foolishness
leaves me with nothing except by a stomach full of new regrets
i ain't trying be the dolphin in the tuna net
i wanna be the oval officer that you elect

so i'mma hitchike the galaxy without a guide
i see the blueprint shine above the town in white
my eyes are green lanterns and behind my speech patterns
there's a wailing wall of every blessing that I count at night

hook

my shot glass magnifies this empty space I'm in
my shot glass magnifies it
my shot glass magnifies
my shot glass magnifies it
my shot glass magnifies
my shot glass magnifies this empty space I'm in
Track Name: Minyan
i heard their chitter chatter like soul be acting foul
all holier than thou while they hold the golden cow
no minerals or vitamins, that ain't gonna feed ya
we live in an environment where rap is anesthesia

so don't be afraid of what i'm offering you
i just got a couple questions like i'm audio two
like what's it gonna take for me to be the top billa?
but what's the fucking point if i can never work with dilla?

we went from true schooling it to just youtubing it
fuck your website and the asshole that googled it
i want to make music and them panties drop
but leave the braindead chickens at the candyshop

you see i ain't the kind of dude that they sweat so hard
i push a 2009 yellow metrocard
and if i'm talking 'bout you, the bless your stars
'cause if you don't face the truth then you get no scars

from cuts to bruises, my flesh is a road map
between then and now and i wish i could go back
to the little kid that always had the biggest mouth
and say, "i know it's hard, but you really gotta stick it out"

one, two, three mississippi
four, five, come on, get with me
six, seven, heaven won't lift me
eight, nine lives for the shifty
ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
it's like ten times a day, i pray for something more than a bitter end (repeats)

it's like ten times a day i play the janitor
sweeping up the stairway to heaven clutching the banister
and each step's a mile high
so i ascend with deep breaths and wild eyes and never lose my stamina

whether god exists or is just a fraud or myth
he better tell me what to build before the fucking water shifts
i was named for my grandmother's very young brother
who was shot and buried with others in various clusters

he was slain at sixteen, so while you play with sixteens
i'mma always hold it down for the weight of his dreams
painting lush hopes with brush strokes as thick as curvaceous hips
and praying when it dries, it's as lovely as their nakedness

i ain't ever made a switch like autotune abusers
this is 1995 colliding with the future
maybe i ain't got the kind of style that you're used to
fuck it, i've been writing since the crying of the rooster
Track Name: Soul Like Khan
1:

i'm a hell of a geek with intelligent speech
small time but my skills will embellish my reach
fuck the upscale life and the elegant eats
just a grilled cheese and french fries and tell me it's cheap

got the flavor of apollo creed with a plate of collard greens
trying to separate the good and bad from my father's genes
though the better part of me should bury the past
i can't forget the sweat of the woman that carried his ass

she saved and scraped while he was still jobless
she gave us faith while he was still godless
she made mistakes but still remained modest
while he straight escaped while we were unconscious

so now i fear nothing except maybe becoming
the man that made me and then left like it was nothing
a boy shouldn't ever have to be so grown
but when daddy ain't a daddy, got to be your own

hook:

i ain't the kind of man to hold my tongue
but sometimes i'm the only one
even if you've been where i'm from
you'll never know a soul like khan
i might sleep on that gravy train
but best believe i'mma stay the same
and y'all can eat off the weight i gain
you'll never know a soul like khan

2:

i throw a penny in the well without wishing
in hopes that it floats with another's ambition
i was always told that small change is still change
caked up or broke down, y'all pain is still pain

i fall in love as easily as breathing
they feel it for a minute, too, but leave me in a season
i've been dropped in the autumn and frozen out in winter
outgrown in the spring and in summer burnt to cinders

i poke my nose where it doesn't belong
in your life, in your speakers, or the front of a thong
we all got some skeletons under our lawn
and my bones poke out so my shovel's a song

i crack a joke at a sucker's expense
but he's just another dude trying to cover the rent
and who am i to judge i'm a god damned mess
but if y'all still listening, i'm god damned blessed

hook