Mystik Journeymen - Creators of Destiny (So Much Soul) lyrics

I'm a earth soldier.. we're here We're here! I'm here to umm announce that we're Taking names.. putting names on a list.. Thinking about.. what you dream about.. And also what.. you do with those dreams.. [sample of Common Sense repeats] "So much soul" My life being held within the grasp of fate Fingertips my a**, shackled to the hips in systematic racism Facing caustic reefs spread across the concrete I beat obstacles Manufactured hara** my soul and destiny We three testaments to hope (Even though the evil stole this motherf**in misfit) Copy referred upon as statistics List it, test it, sh**'s burned an*lyzed by report cards, hard to live a life When you're forced to.. UAHH, within the, PIPES of the system Where as a vision with cla**ism Which means the poor, die, while the rich live high Taxing your a** I feel like SMACKING that a** Live on CNN, simulacastin on BBC-1 Punk-a**, politicians gettin cracked with tomahawks Stocked, with my ancient feathers Plunge you a leather rope, with each HIT We symbolize hope [sample of Common Sense repeats] "So much soul" Give us our freedom back! Better not.. fall! [sample of Common Sense repeats] "So much soul" Ante up on them mic sk**s, I'm waiting so patiently For someone to impress besides the ones who reside Up in my home zone radius, maybe I'm biased but I think we the highest sh**, you could ever purchase Not to put a price upon the surface cause it won't help Compare us to a Hummer/space shuttle combination Age twenty-four earth years, musical relation Reach plateaus of Fugee, without a concert free Now that's me, destinies trailed without a roadmap Of hardships and mic grips, jealousy, you name it Get bigger without lettin my ego volcano interrupt My personality into realms of a**hole, you know me Or just want to, it's all cool As long as you come and put my baby through school I mean really now, all and together now Crews 'sposed to put they minds together and make albums sounds HYPE Living Legends upLIFT the mic, and when the album drop You know the sh** will sound right.. right.. Cause it's so much soul.. cause it's so much soul.. [sample of Common Sense repeats] "So much soul"