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Laquan - Soul Soloist lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Laquan ] Soloist, yo, I'm a pro at this Lay back and relax, that's how I go at this You gotta be dope, no joke, you must go for the kill Cause only the strong survive in this field What I'm a new jack? Well, you can call me that I'm not new to the skill but I'm new to the wax Lett's on the mix, does tricks with his hands Stretch the flex, then I expand like a rubberband Chumps that drip will get stomped you bet Get out of line, step up, I fly your head like a jet I gotta protect myself and what I rightfully own It's mine, you try to steal you get thrown You're in my zone, the lone zone, so make a U turn You're messin with the flame you're gonna get burned Call me Laquan the superior vocalist Identified as a soul soloist (My only weapon is the) Soul [ VERSE 2: Laquan ] Listen up, the concept is rippin up The mic I'm grippin up, I refuse to let up So shut up, you're like provokin me to nut up DJ's sweat when Let begins to cut up My tolerance is limited, so watch your mouth when you speak Step up, you get swept up off your feet Petrfied when I ride, the mic is amplified So you can hear me with clearity I peel caps in my rap, I pack a mic like a pistol My weapon's my pencil, a poet's utensil And when it's empty I fall back and reload Let it build up and let it explode Dwell inside my pattern, brother, you're stranded Handcuff the bandits, they're like scandalous Get into this, deep into this, step to this And like the wind I'ma breeze through this Jam and ride with it as it slams Cool Laquan, yeah, that's who I am (My only weapon is the) Soul [ VERSE 3: Laquan ] We're still in movement, so don't stop stoppin The pace is kept in a swing perspective A mellow swing is how I like to go when I flow Because I'm comfortable with the tempo Often I'm asked what's the reason for this Because you're teethin for this and it's the season for this Questions, questions, I'm hounded with questions So I throw the answers at your direction Draggin the suckers for not movin enough You think I'm puffin a bluff, well keep pressin your luck Real with this is how I deal with this Straight as a drill with this, I show skill in this Stay on the look-out, fall asleep, I take your head out If that doesn't work I step back and let lead out Now I'ma show that I can do what a crew can do As a soul soloist (My only weapon is the) Soul |
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