P. Soul - Olympic Torch lyrics

[Intro] Vintage jazzy sh**... Bring in the drums [Verse 1] I'm that big bad man Soul like the bra** band Rappers is green with nausea Grouchy, come up out the trash can Yeah, you can try for high-fives Give you the backhand We can put you on the Vlad cam With Charlamagne interviewing you You ain't got a half chance Sure as this air is clear right here You ain't had confidence in years I can tell by your slack stance Cypher going bat-sh** Somebody please phone up Batman Tell him I am that man Put my face up on the sky signal I tell you little by little This is how I advance In Metropolis, any given random park bench You'll find Clark Kent bumping out my jams Meanwhile I freestyle with a sh**-eating grin On a landmine, working out my tap dance [Interlude] That's the victory dance Who could ever, ever stop me? (Jay-Z Sample) Still cracking… I will not lose, I simply refuse [Verse 2] We can go back and forth like patty-cake I salivate a sweet sixteen Sweet as your grandma's carrot cake You want beef? We can marinate I'm that foul-mouth motherf**er all your parents hate Yeah, spit the sh** that makes your bone marrow break Let's get this sh** straight: I'm King Tut and pharaoh great The day my hands shake, I can't shoot the arrow straight That's the day that pigs fly and we all blare your tape I'd rather bury your tape I could marry your date I could write the phattest rhymes And then carry that weight Sk like Conan the Barbarian I'll make a fruit salad out of strawberry men It seems you hear flows and then start sharing them Your rhymes ain't phat son, you are very thin You ain't even in the sport You're stretching by the tennis courts I'm sprinting full speed Hand gripped on the Olympic torch [Outro] Yeah.... who taught you? Two-Track Tuesdays..... Two-Track Tuesday..... (Jay-Z Sample) Still cracking I will not lose, I simply refuse I simply refuse.... Ever!