For My People - Soulchef, Awon

Verse 1: Awon

A coming at you, you stiff as a statue

Like I caught the mac from under the triple fat goose

Got sold like pasta loose, like Bishop I got juice

Haters pray that my whip got a roof

They really hate to see a brother like me shining

From the ever that’s gold, but want the platinum plus diamond

Retromindualism with the futuristic flit

Every time I take a flick my eyes give off a glare

Prepare for warfare, wreck the people at the bottom

Make Gomorrah and Sodom, enemies know it’s a problem

Snakes in the grass keeping low so you spot em

Infrared dot them, they won’t know who shot em

Move like a menace through, move with the Guinness

Master to apprentice, on tracks I’m relentless

Soulchef spinning, cooking up another classic

They od and like dough cut with battery acid

Yo

Hook: Awon

For all of you who’s awake

Great minds can relate

Until my soul elevates

I’m the illest, no debates

Verse 2: Awon

And you ain’t never felt pain like I felt

Sometimes I feel them in the lane by myself

Chasing that wealth, gaining on age

Thinking more about the end, tryna make a decent wage

With the ink in my pen, spit flam like pneumonia

Contaminate you when inhale bleach and ammonia

Sleep if you want, end up in the coma

For the good times, Florida and Welona

Non stopping hip hop until my track stops

Life is at its climax, when the track drops

Came a long way from hustle on the crack blocks

To making albums and deals off my laptop

Soulchef came correct with the production

And emceeing is my primary function

Even though at times some jaded with corruption

I stay spitting long as my lungs have suction

Yo

Hook: Awon

For all of you who’s awake

Great minds still related

Until my soul elevates

I’m the illest, no debates