Correction Lyrics Good For the Soul by Blu

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Food for your soul, my lyricals are medicinal
Third eye peripheral, I see it all, leave 'em in awe
Even if it ain't intentional
My mistakes are greater than what any fake n***a meant to do
I stop the negativity and elevate in the spiritual state
Something you define as a divinity, God
No complex, I just stay humble
Pass me the platter, I got kush to crumble
Stand tall like Mutombo, Lebron with the pen game
I'm going in like I'm going insane, you know my name
Icon to the eighties, baby
Don't play me, baby
b*t*h n***as got rabies
Is it me, or is sh*t getting crazy?
End of the day nowadays nothing really faze me
Unless it pays me, I don't even pay attention
I'm about my money, that's just something I ain't got to mention

Oh so you're new in town?
You New Edition, n***a cool it down
We shoot clowns out their squad cars, bars
On the blocks is the heavy metal rock-stars
Making cops set a n***a free when we drop bars
I vanguard your pop charts
You pop torch, you're not hard, you're pop corn
You're not hot, you just got warm
And got warned when the shots swung
Ayo, keys over locked doors
We shoot the truth that will stop wars
We're on the block with the mom and pops at the swap store
We got ours, who got yours? Blu got more
Bro, hop off that Jaguar
I swear I told the whore I wasn't born a day ago
Coming out the bank with dough like I robbed the banker store
Black and gold like the Raiders at the Lake Show
Blu start balling and your pockets got their ankles broke, damn!
How you stand like a grown man?
With my cash on both hands, old man

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