Posdnuos - Of The Soul Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Posdnous] A-yo undress your dollar and sleeping with the scholars In bed with good and bad biz for the quali- Fication to have gems played on the FM Sleeping on us is not possible, the metham- Phetamine flow keep them narcolepts all on go Green light and no smoking up that green hype Keep all your thoughts on haze, the backbones for the sound Well I don't sound back in the days The Soul's never outdated Or overexposed or cla**ified as underrated Though loved by the popular, worthy of the corn And when the word drops the whole block will warn ya Told Mac Mill, you 'bout to mack millions Millions of tweeters follow ya A million skeezers wanna swallow you whole Just watch the game and make sure it doesn't swallow your soul [Hook] Got some soul like De La do, they say I'm new It's nothing but some deja-vu Everywhere you go these people hate on you Deja-vu, deja-vu Got some soul like De La do, they say I'm new It's nothing but some deja-vu Everywhere you go these people hate on you Deja-vu, deja-vu [Verse 2: Raekwon] I love snowboarding, getting my dick washed, writing graffiti Out in Whistler with a goose on a beanie I'm mack iller, me and Mac Miller, we mack for realla Don't make me go back and jab your gorilla Smoke mad kush, always in fresh pairs Favorite kickin' dunks and fresh airs Coolin' under the trees with trees You know the kid 4-5-6, dice rollers Put your b**h on her knees Im stuck making paper, yo f** what you want homie The streets is hard luck we rolling with sharks only Wu-Tang, the gang, the clique f**ing with my favorite white boy will have your head hit a brick Ayyo, its Pittsburgh Shaolin, we keeping it realer Just do the knowledge I'm a Pittsburgh Steeler The hydrogen and oxygen crew Body count never read, hear what I said And let it do what it do [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Me, Pos and Rae and monopoly Hit the lottery buying clothes losing closet space Wu-Tang, De La, Most Dope So cold, know I'm about blow, my flow's cold Deliver the rapper sounds and bringing back to the golden age So amazed how I go in focused, I can flow for days Overcame a load of pain, smoking on that novocaine Love and hate tend to fluctuate like its Oprah's weight Motivated off of loads of hatred, yeah they mad at me Game, set, match motherf**er, Mac Aga**i You ain't in my tax bracket, homie, do work Rapping as bad as Zack Galifianakis needs two ferns All I need is some marley lean and the tallest trees Let my dick show like I'm rocking Tally's jeans That's something for the homies who won't follow me Plus I'm on that Wu Tang rocking these Wallabees I bomb atomically but you already heard that Wanna be like k**a in a mink coat and fur hat Pure rap with a new way to be real Word to Cypress Hill, new rappers don't need deals f** a gun bullet spray, my speech k** Plus my money tall, just to reach it you need stilts I was a youngin' coming through on a three-wheel Now I'm a motherf**ing drug, here's a free pill Go ahead try it out, have you crying loud X-factor, I'm Simon Cowell, you Private Pal So k** yourself boy you Vincent D'Onofrio Full metal jacket b**h lock and load