Yo what up It's Soul Khan And I have officially Stopped f**ing around Somebody told me not to rap on this And now its time to teabag 'em with my sack on this And since the money coming hand over fist My lips work like a strip search That's how I get the pants off chicks I spit something that can split lumber You spit like the instructor of a dick s**er I used to spend summers With older folks with their skin numbered That taught me you can die under the same sun that you live under I never envy what you're salivating over Cause talk is cheap y'all sweet as Alizé and soda I'm here to uplift and show 'em how to make a chauffeur In to a superstar maneuvering a Talladega motor The one and only ugly lonely with a cup of Stoli Its nothing for me cause you phony like a stuffed pierogi And I will gladly do the same to all your other homies So call me daddy well at least that's how your mother know me Step up to me and I axe off one You might win some, but you just got sonned. (5x) Since BIG became Poppa and you grave robbers say nada I rain lava like I'm Dante's Peak Y'all make me detest you In the iPod of every train rider nowadays I can't sleep Still I leave a different seed In each vicinity My voice got 'em thinking he need a ministry They peep the similes and realize I am the greatest breakthrough since Adam took Eve's virginity I ain't the distraught kinda cat to complain I spit the fat sh** that had chickens chanting the name Of Doctor Atkins, my rasp it attach to their brains Who the f** is Soul Khan, should I have to explain? You better add me to the list of Your Highnesses Or I'mma get up all up in your sinuses Matter fact, add up all the pluses and the minuses Of followin' my silences You scrawlin' on papyruses and swallowin' your biases It's obvious I have been crossing the line To be the next dude to turn the water to wine Acting like the iceman 'till you get Top Gun You might win some but you just got sonned (5x)