"SOS" lyrics
Yea yea yea, all out in the place to be, yea, feel me
Uh huh, yea I'm talkin' bout, ain't nothin' to it
Separate the weak from the obso-lete
Who say mobsters don't prosper
I foresee a place and time, monumental like they're making dimes like Wilhelmina
I foresee like it's Mason Mont on the MIC, like I be makin' mines
All it take is spine, like a snake design just to take your time and wait in line like my latest rhyme
It produces like a muse but reduces like it's made of wine
In the face of shine made it out the latest bind in the shape of crime
I can't take it like it's made of swine, but can't break it like an agent mind without the torture
Waterboarded to a turn into reporter, Uber mention ten I treat these sneakers like a tour bus
And we walk the streets like they ain't sure of us, the wishing well failed, just watch the poor come pick the quarters up
And why be satisfied with quarters they be countin', they be wishing more fools a couple quarters in the fountain
I foresee, like I live nextdoor to 4B, gonna be hardcore like the next war my sword see
Try to lock me out like I'm Jason Voorhees, I just use my sword as the door key, ha ha
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real
Molecular pressures carve large habits in the savage I'm as managed like a credit card, Americard
Expressions all in my reflections like a vampire nah, my fans keep the campfire hot
I, tell stories like Maria Flor's, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth
These flocka flames pith hot as a wok at Chang's, drop the proper relics dispel it like Doctor Strange
The rumor, that runs like a puma throughout the Uma that we still believe in humor
Gotta have hunger when you under to go from junior to humongous in the dune
Yea, and get your hibiscus and petunia way before you have your funa- uh
Abbreviate it for the dopery, my poetry don't deserve flowers, deserves potpourri
Word to Dough Burger of the poetry to stop the sting like a broken bee, runaways versus overseas
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real
Without the substance I feel incomplete, like taekwondo without the feet, type it wrong without the lead
Michael Corleone without the seat or the streets, EKGs without the beeps, peeps
Recorded this out in Califo, but feel like Dallas to a palindrome, a salad on my palette, bro
Still eat a cannibal sandwich, though, mix the poison with the antidote and terrorize the whole talent show
Metal detector, capture the underground sound made of pallets out my catacomb
Treat a hood like it's downtown, when I'm down round at Flavela void
I touch five steaks like Illinois, hella poise
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real
Uh huh, yea I'm talkin' bout, ain't nothin' to it
Separate the weak from the obso-lete
Who say mobsters don't prosper
I foresee a place and time, monumental like they're making dimes like Wilhelmina
I foresee like it's Mason Mont on the MIC, like I be makin' mines
All it take is spine, like a snake design just to take your time and wait in line like my latest rhyme
It produces like a muse but reduces like it's made of wine
In the face of shine made it out the latest bind in the shape of crime
I can't take it like it's made of swine, but can't break it like an agent mind without the torture
Waterboarded to a turn into reporter, Uber mention ten I treat these sneakers like a tour bus
And we walk the streets like they ain't sure of us, the wishing well failed, just watch the poor come pick the quarters up
And why be satisfied with quarters they be countin', they be wishing more fools a couple quarters in the fountain
I foresee, like I live nextdoor to 4B, gonna be hardcore like the next war my sword see
Try to lock me out like I'm Jason Voorhees, I just use my sword as the door key, ha ha
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real
Molecular pressures carve large habits in the savage I'm as managed like a credit card, Americard
Expressions all in my reflections like a vampire nah, my fans keep the campfire hot
I, tell stories like Maria Flor's, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth
These flocka flames pith hot as a wok at Chang's, drop the proper relics dispel it like Doctor Strange
The rumor, that runs like a puma throughout the Uma that we still believe in humor
Gotta have hunger when you under to go from junior to humongous in the dune
Yea, and get your hibiscus and petunia way before you have your funa- uh
Abbreviate it for the dopery, my poetry don't deserve flowers, deserves potpourri
Word to Dough Burger of the poetry to stop the sting like a broken bee, runaways versus overseas
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real
Without the substance I feel incomplete, like taekwondo without the feet, type it wrong without the lead
Michael Corleone without the seat or the streets, EKGs without the beeps, peeps
Recorded this out in Califo, but feel like Dallas to a palindrome, a salad on my palette, bro
Still eat a cannibal sandwich, though, mix the poison with the antidote and terrorize the whole talent show
Metal detector, capture the underground sound made of pallets out my catacomb
Treat a hood like it's downtown, when I'm down round at Flavela void
I touch five steaks like Illinois, hella poise
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style
We've been doin' this for a while
Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal
We gon flip it upside down
Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco
