Soulflexin' - K.M.D.

Now, just to blow this up like I intended

Straight from the Kausin' Much Damage will I send it

I recommend hittin just fittin just fine then throw it up

Vocals for locals, the whole nine, I’m blowin' up

The birthstone kid, I got it goin' on

Every time I throw it on, allied strength is what I’m growin' on

I kick styles like maybe this one or that one

Whichever which I bust, it’s got to be a fat one

Like Walter Hudson, my rhymes is thick, son

So, when you pick one, man, I’m gonna lick one

God style, hard with no smile

'Cause I profile, for the ignorant child

And when I bust off, homeboy with no heso' I just bust at

Point blank range, y’all think I ain’t livin' strange?

I got this soul thing caught up in a head swing

I’m on the mic with the Gods, and I’m, soulflexin'

Straight from the flock with skills

Pizzazz your whole cipher Subroc builds, as is

As I jazz it up I grease your okey-dokey then

Yup, I do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up

Grown to be sixty-five inch

Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch

Indeed I rap, ghetto folk’ll snatch your soul in tact

Now, slap your head up, bob and catch stiff neck MC selekta

The addict to this funk thing

And it sticks to you dramatic like static cling, for granted

Laps for years, I avoid troubled traps

Help me out the hole, to the brother I’ll give double daps

Cuttin' that old haps, to the straightening comb

Maybe, twine the knots, I’ll have the nappy dome

Sent to the home, crankin' with electric bass drag

Kick 'em big, but won’t brag, I was hittin' into a rag

I don’t slack, so won’t you let it off?

(Let it off!)

Can the MC selekta set it off?

(Set it off!)

Suffer the you can’t, my style is ambiguous

Rockin' it 24/7, clock is broken tickless

Broke up yup I’m on, the uppity uppity note

I can rock styles that move, a party a party boat

With clout no doubt I gots to boom the boom

From Onyx my man, to Zev X my physical

Yes, I’m braggin like a wagon wheel I roll

I have my cake and eat it too, and lick the bowl

I’m soulflexin'

Yo yo, can I get up on this?

Get up on this?

Yo I’mma get on this, confusion, pure

I collect dust and rust colored coins

Trust rock a mic and must grip the loins

From a ton gun a big slug, as quickly

As I’m sickly, if sucks some of pig

Plug my mic in, discuss this tons of dust

That’s been busted for a rust-like tint,

Despicable, duck, more Scrooge than Rickle

No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle

Now check, check, check it out, I’s no goody good

I wreck you’re never luckin out so get the Woody Woodpecker

Check when plaid slacks was a trademark, I made marks

Now back taxes always stay at max of stacks so

I’m a bad guy and I’ll snuff with a noogie (boo!)

Some do slump punks but up jumps the Boogie Man

I got a natural coppertone, tan and plus

Eight hundred coats of gold in my glands

And one can on the wall, one can

If that can would, happen to fall lend out a hand, to snag it

Ill ain’t nothin' spilled and be drippin' or leakin'

See on, the lip I’m speakin' and be steady seekin', some soulflexin'

The God Zev X is soulflexin'

Yeah the MC selector was soulflexin'

And the birthstone kid is soulflexin'

And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin'

And the S.O.S.

are soulflexin'

Yeah the God Ansaar is soulflexin'

My man is soulflexin'

Haji, and Sadat X be flexin'

Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin'

My man Diego D be soulflexin'

The Gods from Long Beach be flexin'

Yeah the Gods from Now Rule be flexin'

Phife and Jarobi be flexin'

Q-Tip and Ali be flexin'

Posdonus and Dove be cold flexin'

Maceo, Maceo be flexin'

Superman Clark Kent be flexin'

Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin'

The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin'

And the L.O.N.S.

be soulflexin'

And the H2O be soulflexin'

And be soulflexin'

Stanley Winslow be soulflexin'

And the be soulflexin'

And my man Geeby be soulflexin'

And the engineer Gamz be soulflexin'

And Dante is like the worst person

Yoooooooo, OUT