Hook:
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
The Soul Crew one time I leave them quite impressed
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
My mind's expressed through my vocal cords and titan chest
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
We spit one rhyme and so you go and rewrite all ya tracks
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
The Soulution's always lookin' for a mic to bless
Verse 1 (Realeyez):
It's R-Eazy, back with the verbal parcheesy
Sick rhymes so corny cats are feelin' so queesy
It's time to redefine the means of bein' steezy
Indy city emcee got you spinnin' like a frisbee
Dizzy as Gillespie, yes we get it messy
Fuck so many mics you can tell the flow's sexy
Recreate the game cuz Ubisoft
Everyday cat's are like "ooh he lost!"
I'm the new Bob Ross, paint pics on ripped canvas
Haters need to sit down because they can't stand us
We got answers brought to the equation
To keep the rhymes hotter than a Florida vacation
Bass and drums till your face is numb
We want the mon(ey) son, so who do we take it from?
It's the Soulution, we're the amazing ones
Dream a little dream cuz we're chasing one
Never known how to sugarcoat, words that a Hoosier wrote
How we blaze tracks you can tell all we do is smoke
Music notes, fusin' quotes, sprayin' like a Supersoak
Heartland, Tarzan, dealin' out the crucial blows
Fat b-a-g, filled full of T-H-C
Central I-N-D-I-A-N-A, in my DNA
E&J, drink away, this is how we freak a day
Poppin' back hash pills and bumpin' Nicolay
Hook
Verse 2 (Klinik):
Aiyyo, I'm bout to rep tonight, and that's a def alright
The best advice that I can give is that ya better fight
With all your might cuz I'm about to let my venom strike
And let them other people tell ya how my shit is helly tight
I ain't even gotta talk about it cuz I live the life
If you don't spit it right you probably shouldn't grip the mic
Give me my kryptonite
And y'all will witness right before your very eyes how several times this kid'll split ya mind!
I'm bringin' mad Tales Of Terror just like Vincent Price
Intertwined with a thought process that's a different kind
Of thinking than you weaklings really probably didn't find
Until I got it written, then I mixed it in a rhyme
Yeah this kid is nice, he's hittin' every single time
He must have been brilliant as an infant, but he's the sinful kind
The type that likes to turn left when he signals right
I'm known for causin' more than ripples likes a missle strike
This ain't the 80s, but I'm hatin' on ya Simple Minds
To all the cats that's bent out of shape, better get aligned
I'd tell you zombies all to get a life
But you're pitiful to recognize the skillfullness I jiggle rhymes
Shit, y'all know I'm tighter than a triple tied knot gettin' lost in the thoughts of a brittle mind
Take a ride upon the Soul Crew Enterprise
...Y'all better get it right
Hook
Verse 3 (Klinik):
Don't make me take it to that level cuz whenever I do
I'll dismember your crew, whether it's December or June
Don't step to the dude, spittin' like I'm missin' a tooth
Bless the mic everytime with that heavenly truth
Known to sever a booth and tear up Midi Controllers
I'm spinnin' vinyl, same damn time I'm hittin' the douja
I got the soul of an honest man
We solvin' problems with our voices cuz most of these mahfuckers is some cowards, damn!
Sound frequencies, you must not have an inkling
Of knowledge so I'm bout to go and drop it on the weak emcees
Most of these locals keep on bitin' on their favorite rappers
You sound like Jay-Z or Phonte, but you still need some practice
Hang up the mic, there ain't no room in here for imitators
You're missin' flavor, steady claimin' you're an innovator
Originators never gonna let ya get your paper
My spit behavior, when it hits ya known to give ya tracers!
Stay cuttin' up records without the help of razors
My hard labor gonna transfer into large paper
A star shaping his reality, no fallacies
The straight authentic bending the edges of your normality
I represent another portion of the galaxy
Causin' alchemy, refer to him as your majesty
Hook:
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
The Soul Crew one time I leave them quite impressed
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
My mind's expressed through my vocal cords and titan chest
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
We spit one rhyme and so you go and rewrite all ya tracks
I might suggest I hold the mic the best
The Soulution's always lookin' for a mic to bless
Verse 1 (Realeyez):
It's R-Eazy, back with the verbal parcheesy
Sick rhymes so corny cats are feelin' so queesy
It's time to redefine the means of bein' steezy
Indy city emcee got you spinnin' like a frisbee
Dizzy as Gillespie, yes we get it messy
Fuck so many mics you can tell the flow's sexy
Recreate the game cuz Ubisoft
Everyday cat's are like "ooh he lost!"
I'm the new Bob Ross, paint pics on ripped canvas
Haters need to sit down because they can't stand us
We got answers brought to the equation
To keep the rhymes hotter than a Florida vacation
Bass and drums till your face is numb
We want the mon(ey) son, so who do we take it from?
It's the Soulution, we're the amazing ones
Dream a little dream cuz we're chasing one
Never known how to sugarcoat, words that a Hoosier wrote
How we blaze tracks you can tell all we do is smoke
Music notes, fusin' quotes, sprayin' like a Supersoak
Heartland, Tarzan, dealin' out the crucial blows
Fat b-a-g, filled full of T-H-C
Central I-N-D-I-A-N-A, in my DNA
E&J, drink away, this is how we freak a day
Poppin' back hash pills and bumpin' Nicolay
Hook
Verse 2 (Klinik):
Aiyyo, I'm bout to rep tonight, and that's a def alright
The best advice that I can give is that ya better fight
With all your might cuz I'm about to let my venom strike
And let them other people tell ya how my shit is helly tight
I ain't even gotta talk about it cuz I live the life
If you don't spit it right you probably shouldn't grip the mic
Give me my kryptonite
And y'all will witness right before your very eyes how several times this kid'll split ya mind!
I'm bringin' mad Tales Of Terror just like Vincent Price
Intertwined with a thought process that's a different kind
Of thinking than you weaklings really probably didn't find
Until I got it written, then I mixed it in a rhyme
Yeah this kid is nice, he's hittin' every single time
He must have been brilliant as an infant, but he's the sinful kind
The type that likes to turn left when he signals right
I'm known for causin' more than ripples likes a missle strike
This ain't the 80s, but I'm hatin' on ya Simple Minds
To all the cats that's bent out of shape, better get aligned
I'd tell you zombies all to get a life
But you're pitiful to recognize the skillfullness I jiggle rhymes
Shit, y'all know I'm tighter than a triple tied knot gettin' lost in the thoughts of a brittle mind
Take a ride upon the Soul Crew Enterprise
...Y'all better get it right
Hook
Verse 3 (Klinik):
Don't make me take it to that level cuz whenever I do
I'll dismember your crew, whether it's December or June
Don't step to the dude, spittin' like I'm missin' a tooth
Bless the mic everytime with that heavenly truth
Known to sever a booth and tear up Midi Controllers
I'm spinnin' vinyl, same damn time I'm hittin' the douja
I got the soul of an honest man
We solvin' problems with our voices cuz most of these mahfuckers is some cowards, damn!
Sound frequencies, you must not have an inkling
Of knowledge so I'm bout to go and drop it on the weak emcees
Most of these locals keep on bitin' on their favorite rappers
You sound like Jay-Z or Phonte, but you still need some practice
Hang up the mic, there ain't no room in here for imitators
You're missin' flavor, steady claimin' you're an innovator
Originators never gonna let ya get your paper
My spit behavior, when it hits ya known to give ya tracers!
Stay cuttin' up records without the help of razors
My hard labor gonna transfer into large paper
A star shaping his reality, no fallacies
The straight authentic bending the edges of your normality
I represent another portion of the galaxy
Causin' alchemy, refer to him as your majesty