The Extra Mile - Soul Position

Yeah, in this corner

We have the undisputed champs in hip-hop

Soul Position;

RJD2, on the beats

Blueprint on the rhymes, versus

Everything that sucks about music in the opposite corner

We’ll see what’s up

Yea, uh-huh

See Print pollyin, 3-card Molly’in

Ridin in an old car cross the Metropolitan

Probably in a hot broad’s face straight hollerin

Every time he make a move y’all wanna follow him

Haters say they wanna do bodily harm to him

Players hold they hoes close cause they all swarm to him

That’s the norm for him, they keepin it warm for him

Hit that, sit back then dip in the morning when

Just bought a little crib, shit he ain’t goin nowhere

Columbus or Bust 'til he die, he enjoyin it here

All his boys is here, all the toys in fear

Walk into the bar and get Cheers like Norm was there

You take a L cause you corny like Cliffy Clavin

Can’t seem to keep your misses from misbehavin

You be keepin them waitin, he be keepin them naked

People been debatin about who they think Print been datin

Stay out his territory, wait 'til he tells a story

Better that you only know the master of ceremony

Phony students movin way too slow for class

Get left back a level until they make grades that pass

Take off your white tee, wave it, make it a flag

Failure is likely, it breaks it and saves your ass

No matter what the haters say, he’s still gettin major ass

Take 'em to the pad, get 'em naked and smash

In the sack your dame loud like Dame Dash

To top it off dawg she told her out insane ass

My dame clash but she still give me the brain fast

She her old style, I got her on the straight path

Plus my song’s strong, I put it on upon

Who talk big willy but his bank account’s overdrawn

Another boring song going on and on

Your thoughts ain’t worth the cheap paper you wrote 'em on

Hold on…

Catch your breath while I go on with the song

I’m at home on any block, the blacktop’s my backdrop

Find a wireless connect, pull out the laptop

To broadcast live to the world outside

Songs that right the wrongs and smash the lies

Y’all can’t match the vibe my rap provides

I uphold the codes y’all bastardize

The kind of guys that I despise

You lost in the sauce with my thoughts to God

Shake you, wake you, take you for a ride

Slide you off side for in the wrong side

Then pickin the wrong time for spittin the whole nine

Do an about face and scurry about place

Hurry inside home, a flurry upside dome

There’s a reason you’re not known

Plus, many games gettin played in this inner city maze

Turn the other cheek and still catch a left to the face

Put to rest, what a waste, shoulda left or put your best foot forward faster

Now meet your master…

Deeper — than the stare of a man that lost it all

Longer — than the out-stretched arms of the law

Wider — than the eyes of a newborn child

We’re committed, to go the extra mile

Just like we expected

Another victory for the defending champion

The undisputed champ, Soul Position

Who’s next?

You have no idea

They better bring it

Them boys ain’t playin

Not at all…