Blu & Exile - So(ul) Amazin' (Steel Blazin') Lyrics

Produced By: Exile


[Intro]
So amazing
From the soul y'all

[Verse 1]
The soul provider
Gotta lot on the skillet
Grilling it hard-boiled
Charcoal filling
The dark villain and the light-skinned niggas disguised
My mind's sickening
Define vicious written in rhymes
Times tens-it
To describe how my line's ending
Your fine imprint
Described through your mind's index
My line chin-checks
And shine through your blinds, instant
The sun syndicate
Fat as Biggie with no Pun intended
No pun intended to live
I pick up where we slid and run illest
Til I buckle and become winded
And all the air from out my lungs slips into the sky like weed smoke
My peoples need hope
And I'm the one with it
The soul provider
Cold as fire, hot as ice
Rock the mic til I retire
Die the son of Christ
Becoming one with life
To live like death is uncertain
One curtain left and I'mma die with my gun bursting
Tongue cursing til I must become one with the Earth
Heaven and hell I conquer
Whichever comes first
Known to rebel
My soul a la mode
My soul a la mode
The soul provider

[Hook]
I'm a hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
It's so amazin' and still blazing
From the soul y'all
I'm a hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibe
Cause I know I got that soul

[Verse 2]
Sacred living
Sinning like you can't forgive him
Suspending time with my time spent rhyming about nonsense
Like saving religion
Drink sipping
Letting my mind spin
Thinking about my mom and pops
How they designed this nigga
Mix of Al Green and Pac
Rock the soul tracks
Rapping about surviving on the block
Black top, asphalt talk
Walking through the fire like a soul provida'
Poppa made a dope rhymer
I'ma ghetto nigga sipping liquor in pajamas
Not old enough to rock clubs but still do
Real soul provider
I gotta ill crew
And best believe they with me in the city like sex
Metropolitan connects
Plus the steel crew still do dirt
Baggy jeans and my ill blue shirt
Feeling fresh, yes
While Ex' queue the keys
I'mma ease through your soul
Like you're blowing trees
Best believe the soul provider

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I flow krypton
Knock your Superman off his feet with his kicks on
Niggas keep my shit on repeat
And no matter which song I get on
I shit on beats
Pull out my dick and take a piss on trees
I'm raw dogging it, look
My rhyme lines flow sweeter than swine
So any mic that I find
I got the right to be hogging it
Talking shit, loud mouth
Wild out, starting it
Alcoholic slaughtering my vocab department
So pardon if my talking is slurred
Pants sagging, hands grabbing on my nuts
Clutch sparking my herb
Relaxed lingo, beef low
Ghetto as Black bingo
Redefine the the line of rap singles
The soul provida'
Hold the mic and open fire
Drop my nuts, I give a fuck about a pro hire
The new Pete and C.L. was Exile and B-L
We bang jeeps to break beats
Blaze trees and females
You ain't me
It's the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind
With a West Coast soul vibe
It's the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind
With a West Coast soul vibe
Yeah the soul provider