Soul Provider - Blu, Exile

«It's so amazin'»

«From the soul y’all»

The soul provider, gotta lot on the skillet

Grilling it hard-boiled, charcoal filling

The dark villain and the light-skinned niggas disguised

My mind’s sickening, define vicious written in rhymes

Times tens-it, to describe how my line’s ending

Your fine imprint, described through your mind’s index

My line chin-checks, and shine through your blinds, instant

The sun syndicate, fat as Biggie with no Pun intended

No pun intended to live, I pick up where we slid and run illest

Til I buckle and become winded

And all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke

My peoples need hope, and I’m the one with it

The soul provider, cold as fire, hot as ice

Rock the mic til I retire, die the son of Christ

Becoming one with life, to live like death is uncertain

One curtain left and I’mma die with my gun bursting

Tongue cursing til I must become one with the Earth

Heaven and hell I conquer, whichever comes first

Known to rebel, my soul a la mode

My soul a la mode, the soul provider

«Imma hit you with the words that’ll make your soul vibe»

«It's so amazin' and still blazing»

«From the soul y’all»

«Imma hit you with the words that’ll make your soul vibe»

«Cause I know I got that soul»

Sacred living, sinning like you can’t forgive him

Suspending time with my time spent rhyming about nonsense

Like saving religion, drink sipping, letting my mind spin

Thinking about my mom and pops, how they designed this nigga

Mix of Al Green and Pac, rock the soul tracks

Rapping about surviving on the block, black top, asphalt talk

Walking through the fire like a soul provida'

Poppa made a dope rhymer

I’ma ghetto nigga sipping liquor in pajamas

Not old enough to rock clubs but still do

Real soul provider, I gotta ill crew

And best believe they with me in the city like sex

Metropolitan connects, plus the steel crew still do dirt

Baggy jeans and my ill blue shirt

Feeling fresh, yes, while Ex' queue the keys

I’mma ease through your soul, like you’re blowing trees

Best believe the soul provider

«Imma hit you with the words that’ll make your soul vibe»

«It's so amazin' and still blazing»

«From the soul y’all»

«Imma hit you with the words that’ll make your soul vibe»

«Cause I know I got that soul»

I flow krypton, knock your Superman off his feet with his kicks on

Niggas keep my shit on repeat, and no matter which song I get on

I shit on beats, pull out my dick and take a piss on trees

I’m raw dogging it, look, my rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine

So any mic that I find, I got the right to be hogging it

Talking shit, loud mouth, wild out, starting it

Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department

So pardon if my talking is slurred, pants sagging

Hands grabbing on my nuts, clutch sparking my herb

Relaxed lingo, beef low, ghetto as Black bingo

Redefine the the line of rap singles

The soul provida', hold the mic and open fire

Drop my nuts, I give a fuck about a pro hire

The new Pete and C.L.

was Exile and B-L

We bang jeeps to break beats, blaze trees and females

You ain’t me

It’s the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind, with a West Coast soul vibe

It’s the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind, with a West Coast soul vibe

Yeah the soul provider

«Imma hit you with the words that’ll make your soul vibe»

«It's so amazin' and still blazing»

«From the soul y’all»

«Imma hit you with the words that’ll make your soul vibe»

«Cause I know I got that soul»