Noble Prophit - My Soul

Only feel relaxed when I hear this track
Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)
Aye, don't play with that, please, don't play with that
Only feel relaxed when I hear this track
Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)
Aye, don't play with that, please
Soul brother number one
Noble overcome, profiting off what's given to me from beyond the sun
The flames from it reflect off my flesh
Just to impress I might show my chest (Ooo)
You done came across what Yah put his hands on
Not allowing judgement especially what's dead wrong
Fickle in your fallacies got nothing else to stand on
Waiting on a come up so someone can put your man on, man gone
Standing on my own, making sacrifice
Planning in the zone how to monetize
Asking on the phone what's the move tonight
I need to vent, going through it, something new to write
Feeling more inspired than I ever been
I'm a lighter, feel the fire when the record spin
Music, every day consume it
With or without you, you know I'm bound to prove it
I was little living in the hospital
Bone marrow biopsy look it up, nothing gentle
Could've been cancer nothing was simple
Was eleven at the time questioning potential
Learned survival living with the symptoms
It's why I lay my blues when I feel the rhythm
Swear I'm making food on an instrumental
Serving out my purpose it ain't accidental
(And this it, Yah)
Only feel relaxed when I hear this track
Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)
Aye, don't play with that, please, don't play with that
Only feel relaxed when I hear this track
Need fire with my soul this the one I'm playing back (Woo)
Aye, don't play with that, please
Yo, craving alkaline but they give me tap
Nothing else match ability to rap
Keeping a pot of green for my specialty
So if you keep it a hundred meet me at 350
Fuck Amendment one-three, Prophit living free
For my folks locked down every twenty-three
Every man with a son but won't shine his seed
I'm cooking up for the ones lost, a lot to feed
Superhero how I feel when I get through it
Looking at my scars, blood, sweat and tears in this music
I shall be like a tree planted in the river of waters, going up that's where I'm moving
Feel like walking into court and tell them to dribble
My testicles in they mouth, hand me your best pistol (Pow)
The gun going off, you thinking its soft a mafia boss
Attitude, release pent up aggression I kept in my wounds
A permanent effect
Feeling disappointed and upset (Shit)
Finding peace in whatever comes next
Be living gray, looking my best without no regrets
Because my music I hear, coming across my ears
The vehicle I steer get me through another year
Up and about, up and I'm loud rapping around hurdles knocking over doubt (Uh)

Written by:
Alvin Cooper

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