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Chill Type

from Hugo and Rufus by Soul Khan

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When everything's all fucked up.

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[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:]

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from Hugo and Rufus, released January 26, 2016
Vocals: Soul Khan, Beat: Deejay Element, Mixdown: Tenacity

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Soul Khan Brooklyn, New York

Brooklyn based MC, member of Brown Bag Allstars.

Email soulkhanbiz@gmail.com for interviews & collabs.

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