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Fresh Coast
Sup the Chemist
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SoCal
Yo
I'm swinging on notes like Tarzan did a vine
Capturing supreme thoughts in between blue lines
Practice the flow until I've mastered the pattern
That is placing me inside of my own category
VH1's calling Soup, "We wanna do a Behind the Music story"
It's very simple, I'm a hustler just like N.O.R.E
Knowing MCs bore me, I represent I.E
I'm mentally free cause of Christ
Offer up myself as a living sacrifice
My writings entice consumers who heard rumors
That the album Dust in the Wind was nice
From beginning to end, pick it up, you will be pleased
Cali's no longer known for cheese but dope MCs
All hands in the air, please
Tuck your thumb, twist your fingers in the middle
Wave them left to right as you watch the speakers wiggle
Come on
MCs coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground fresh Coast slang
Everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
MCs coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground fresh Coast slang
Everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
Check it
I've always rapped like a packed drawer inside a dresser
Tight but still some thought I might crumble under pressure
Man, I guess I'm like Vanessa, saved the best for last
Sounds simple, still kind of complicated like in jazz
Rap sliding, so I'm coming out of hiding like a stash
Used to take a hit and pass off that killer grass
Then I would sit and say I'm getting wild and getting this good
But it was written evident in Scripture that I was meant to
Become a representer in this gospel game
So forget the fame, man, everything is everything
Acting copacetic, look around, it's so pathetic
Check the one who said it, ain't
Nothing new, you're supposed to read it
Man, I'm so poetic, my slow opponents will sure regret it
No longer indebted, freedom in Christ, give God the credit
Leave a crowd, spread it open, hoping I never finish
Amod from 4th Avenue Jones with Soup the Chemist
MCs coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground fresh Coast slang
Everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
MCs coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground fresh Coast slang
Everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
I vow to never complain, but always hit hard like Ronnie Lott
Give it all I got, capture your attention
And take you for a spin around my block
Then back to your resting spot like Pink Dot
I love hip-hop, that's why I'm always
Screaming on hip-hop like Chewbacca
Tag my name on minds across the world like Chaka
You know what you ought to do is turn your volume up to ten
When you're playing this recording in your component set
I was into rhyming when it was only Onyx select
Kung Fu Theater, Speed Racer, and The Fall Guy
Rockberry on 88.3, 1580 KDAY
Why? I had to set it up like that so it would have meaning
Behind me saying I've been waiting a
Long time to grab the mic and shine
Sublime, close encounter of a different kind
Constantly on the grind, always thinking
About a rhyme with a powerful punchline
Metaphors that pour my thoughts into
Your skull traveling down to your feet
West Coast underground anthem for the streets
MCs coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground fresh Coast slang
Everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
MCs coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground fresh Coast slang
Everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
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