Solar Heat - Clear Soul Forces

Hold up… roll up

Primetime define behind better blow up

Bet you never heard it like this before

Specific flow, fa’sho

Make you drop it low, now

Hold up… roll up

My line, with line for rhyme better blow up

Bet you never heard it like this before

Specific flow

And still fuck the po po, well hold up

I get it on

Rockin' the microphone until they be breakin' the dawn

Got your girl on my arm

She shakin' we gettin' it on

The scramin' we keep it calm

Like storms from Babylon

I’m fresh as a rspawn off a COD or Halo

Steppin' 2K be fatal

Like C4 or order Claymore

Accurate like Django

Cause around them, they be payin'

For all the years that the media

Keepin' us in a tangle

Let’s see what I finagle

life alert, this shit will make you tango

Cookin' beats like a hizenburg, without the Winnebago

Spread the flow for the cream cheese, but n***a hold the bagel

It’s been as long as three years since I done had some cable

So I’m a sylph off my neighbors

And blast it off til' I’m able to cop about two LeSabres

And ram into a Mercedes

That’s driven by like two ladies

Who happen to be fans and then they say

«No no don’t pay me!!!»

I bet you never heard nothing

This fuckin' soul of the fire I’m spittin' out

Is disintegrating my molars

I hack em' and spit them at you, in fact

A n***a laughin', silly rabbit tryna battle look

I challenge you to channel energy

Not of a child personality disorder order

Straight up out a catalog

Lady shake your tushy feet

I like your lower bushy beat

But if you gonna trip, I’d prolly stick pluck your Lotus Flower

Samuel, she moanin' for the black snake

Half baked

All bass

Rock to the rhythm

Cookin' heaters in the kitchen til the morning come

One time cool plus one, even better

Double fun, pleasure mold the body, head bone

Treasure, jet rock, mad cocky, Rocky Balboa

My temperament polar cooler

The opposite of this rocket ship

Doobie, wallet, stuff, got it folded in my pocket

The cinnamon sugar coated colored honies holla

Money n***a

Why we go gorilla

Got a spot up to the ceilin'

I need mo… told her wrap her lips around my quotes

Wrap your lips around my quotes

Wrap your lips around my quotes

Hold up… and then roll up

black girls, black Madelines

Perfect tens get it hard to find

Got a dozen dimes

I need dimes by the dozens

It’s thin lines between bullshit and honest

These nuances, sucks being an artist

Tell me why the other tried to say I shouldn’t have did this

Stuck in a rat trap, her head dumb like Kat Stacks

Black toast, Mozzerella

Fetty need mo chedda'

Seems I got this itch I can’t reach

I’m hard pressed, so where to scratch it prolly make me feel better

Octopussy on the tv

My mission is right off of Vendetta

Had Gold PP7s on the like a se

I don’t expect y’all to

See what I see, in my reflection cause

They can never do what I do

Clear Soul Forces

Rhythm coincided, gotta tell them all to

It’s a lyrical with lead with a turrent, blastin' out verses

Vernacular verbiage

Genetically enhanced rap

Mutated medullas

They televised the revolution

They streamin' from they computers

Told them keep it movin', the movement is osmosis

Cerebrally speedin' fast, just know I rap through the cosmo and

Brainstormin' and breakin' through sound barriers

Best in the nine realms, that’s guardian barbarian

Uh, for me to planet, world domination

Brain liftin' the pinky and drinkin' for the occasion

They were laughin' at my backpack

Wasn’t the rapper type

Used to make me spit at the doors of the hood open mics, I

Kick a freestyle, blow they minds execution style

Bang

Point blank range

Close and personal as a journal

Automatic audio abolitionist

I swear to tell the whole Sojourner Truth while I’m killin' shit

Right, free the mind, avoidin' the mental prison

Break down my sins

Analyze the swing of my penmanship

You’ll see them

One of those two midi midochlorians apprentices

Anakin on a mission and…