Soul Rebels

We don't live for Hip-Hop, It lives for us

It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro'

Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go

Before this here blow like a volcano

We get eternal, this is what you waitin' for

You try to front and play the role

When you more like a pimp who pay the ho

With my name up in your mouth like fellatio

I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio

Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio

Underground classics is what they used to say before

Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose

They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow

We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio

The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul

So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo

We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough

But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo'

(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha need

We got the masters of the ceremonies

Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees)

From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D

(Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody

Party to party, body to body

When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle

Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain

It's the extravaganza we glad you came

Made only for them heads, it's infra-red Aim

For such a world figure, we got figures to gain

(don't sleep on a nigga)

I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane

Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame

While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane

Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic

Since the day I came

If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name

Most recognized leo with my size in mane

Matter a fact track is simple and Plain

Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain

Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo' sho'

We be shinin' the same

(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha need

We got the masters of the ceremonies

Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees)

From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D

(Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody

Party to party, body to body

When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle

Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold

Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was day old

Came to confirm the fact that I've been on the payroll

Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old

Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old

I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll

While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens

Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal

But they want to come spit your way so

So was I supposed to go and say no

Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll

I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples

I'm from LI we take it far as out as naples

And scrape hoes who'll be willing to take clothes off (off)

See once you bet it all against reflects eternal

You lose every rapper on a dept

Y'all need to pay ya dues

(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha need

We got the masters of the ceremonies

Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees)

From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D

(Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody

Party to party, body to body

When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle