How much 4 your soul?

INTRO:
Uh huh
Yeah
#How real is this?
Uh
#How real is this?
Look
#How real is this?

#Uh huh

*How much 4 ur soul?
Uh huh

Rithim jones on the beat
Perf on the mix
And I am ones
Slim biggins

#Look, Look
If U really wanna kill me well...
#MI CAN DEAD!

HOOK:
U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword

Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that

Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission

_The
Games made to be #told not sold
While Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?

VERSE 1:
Uh
U want authentic or a replica?
...They sing the same ol song
Sound Pathetic but...

Yall used to that
So I'm back with rhymes
Since they bent yall backwards
Like
Yall ain't got no spine

I fight the kinda fight
U gotta take out side
#U know?
On sum Fight club shit
So who I'm fighting is I

N Still I'm fighting for us
I won't break my stride
_U trynto fight ur way thru the door
I just take my time

#Uh
I Take my time
With Perfect timing I push
When its my time
_That's y bitches notice me 1st

Execs too, press soon
Nigga truth be told
I woulda been signed in 09
If I sold my soul

But I won't go pop!
They tried to mase me nigga
Shiny suit, distort the truth
Make me different

They want me to
Dance, turn up
(And) Make party records
Turn my back on my God
#Spread illuminati messages


HOOK:
#If u really wanna kill me then

U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword

Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that

Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission

This
Games was made to be told not sold
But Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?

VERSE 2:
You!
Sold ur soul
They put a gun 2 ya head huh?
Forced u in a chair
Gave u a contract u ain't read huh

Pricked ya finger
Made u sign it in blood
Yeah I enjoy the money
But I rap 4 the love

I'm From the
County of killers
Demanding respect
Been thru the
Whole ny
Go head re-trace my steps

You'll neva find a slip
#u can say
I covered my tracks
300 songs deep, and
Ain't nun of em wack

This that sound bwoy burial
Resurrection of real
Death of imitation
Feels Like the ending is near

Either u
Kill or u die
Or
U die and u kill
Lifes imitating art
The Walking dead is 4 real

The game died a long time ago
Radio killed it
N yall all co-defendants
For promoting this weirdness

But!
I won't die
I'm Lyrically immortal
#All hail
The slow flow king
The number one plural

#Me caaaant dead

HOOK:
#If U really wanna kill me well...

U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword

#whatelse
Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that

Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission

The
Games made to be told not sold
Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?
#How much 4 ur soul?

VERSE 3:
..u see?
I represent this new age pimpin
Yall frontin 4 sum money
They pay u to b different

You
Sold ur sold for fancy
Whips and chains
N Its a damn shame
Modern day 12 year slaves

I'm a free man
N I don't care what they paying
No fear corked ears
#I don't hear what they saying

It'll never b the truth
It might b better for u
So go 'head play that role
N I'd kill da messenger too
8

Sooo
...No matter who u send
They can't murder me
Lyrically or physically
God put me here
#purposely

U ca borrow Mack's 10
Bruckshots in belly
A machine gun from kelly
Vinnies in snatch


U ca send A army of marksman
Still Ill never get hit
#Even wit
Oswalds gun that they claimed he shot kennedy with

#look!
I don't have to ever b rich
I'm content with just enuff
N being lyrically fit

HOOK:
Sooooo
If u really wanna kill me

U gon need that tech on nas dresser
#And
Biggies 44
Every Wu tang sword

#whatelse
Resurrect puns ac
Get that mac that he packed
In the back
Matterfact
U gon need more than that

Better get A smif n wessun
#And
Daz's dillinger
#Both
Coreys and peters gunz
#and
God's permission

The
Games made to be told not sold
Yall forced to pay a toll...
#How much 4 ur soul?
#How much 4 ur soul?

VERSE 4:
While yall prayed for Paris
I prayed for Kenya
And I..
Prayed for Flint
While yall prayed for Belgium

I'm so 
Sick of this feeling
So i Made Pimp The System
Trynto touch niggas hearts
#Pause
Get ya minds out that prison

I'm locked in
Yall locked up
Ur half weak
Get ya mind right
Now our future looking bleek

I'm a stand up nigga
That'll never retreat
So Shut ya mouth
Open ya ears
And take Several seats

If u talking that bullshit...
Theres a war #goingon outside
No bullshit

Right in front of our door
No bullshit
They gunning down our children
N they getting off
Even if a nigga filmed it

So I chose to use my lyrical ability
To Go deep mentally
And fight the power physically

#sooooooo
Go head n label me
Public enemy
Number ones
From jump
##Fuck trump!