Rap Life - SOL

Zilla…

Uhh…

Turn the beat up, roll some weed up

After music put my ladies first, Queen Latifah

Pull a seat up, I’m 'bout to bring ya'

Back to the blacktop, recess, no teachers

Rest in peace to, the Supersonics

Solzilla j one, I call it chronic

It’s ironic how we used to party on some nonsense

Now we kick it in the studio creating constant

Buzz worthy music, smokin' j’s, where’s the purple

Pass the joint like the microphone

Cypher and the circle

I remember when i was hyper like Urkel

Gandhi body frame but on the mic I could hurt you

Now I’m in your speakers, people think I’m ill

Related to my music cause they knew I keep it real

Hold the beat still let me speak on what I feel

Livin' the rap life is quite like hell

OK, maybe that was too much

My point is I’ve been booed up, screwed it up

She thought I already blew up

Expected me to be a superstar so we could move up

She and I couldn’t grove, had to chuck the deuce up

The truth is, this music is

Ain’t nothin' pretty somethin' like the life we live

I’ve known rappers livin' out the back of they car

Not exactly the rap life that you woulda thought

Let me tell you 'bout a boy from a small town

In between the boarder and Oregon, where it pours down

A Seattleite, where we got our own sound

And the blue collar stand up or fall down

It’s only right that I’m rockin' over Jake drums

Feelin' like vitamin D when I’m facin' a blount

I live the rap life

Wake up in the studio, lay tracks like the real life, hustle and flow

The beat is like my wife if we was Ike and Tina (huh)

And I write behind these bars like an average cleaver

You know that he got game like my name was Jesus

So we sell out venues 'til it’s the KeyArena

Seattle life, rockin' shows in front of local crowds

Will get you feelin' like you blown up, wow

So I slow it down, take a moment to focus on the now

My name is Sol, but my heads below the clouds

Rap Life