Soul Soloist

Laquan

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    [ VERSE 1: Laquan ]
    Soloist, yo, I'm a pro at this
    Lay back and relax, that's how I go at this
    You gotta be dope, no joke, you must go for the kill
    Cause only the strong survive in this field

    What I'm a new jack? Well, you can call me that
    I'm not new to the skill but I'm new to the wax
    Lett's on the mix, does tricks with his hands
    Stretch the flex, then I expand like a rubberband
    Chumps that drip will get stomped you bet
    Get out of line, step up, I fly your head like a jet
    I gotta protect myself and what I rightfully own
    It's mine, you try to steal you get thrown
    You're in my zone, the lone zone, so make a U turn
    You're messin with the flame you're gonna get burned
    Call me Laquan the superior vocalist
    Identified as a soul soloist

    (My only weapon is the)
    Soul

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    [ VERSE 2: Laquan ]
    Listen up, the concept is rippin up
    The mic I'm grippin up, I refuse to let up
    So shut up, you're like provokin me to nut up
    DJ's sweat when Let begins to cut up
    My tolerance is limited, so watch your mouth when you speak
    Step up, you get swept up off your feet
    Petrfied when I ride, the mic is amplified
    So you can hear me with clearity
    I peel caps in my rap, I pack a mic like a pistol
    My weapon's my pencil, a poet's utensil
    And when it's empty I fall back and reload
    Let it build up and let it explode
    Dwell inside my pattern, brother, you're stranded
    Handcuff the bandits, they're like scandalous
    Get into this, deep into this, step to this
    And like the wind I'ma breeze through this
    Jam and ride with it as it slams
    Cool Laquan, yeah, that's who I am

    (My only weapon is the)
    Soul

    [ VERSE 3: Laquan ]
    We're still in movement, so don't stop stoppin
    The pace is kept in a swing perspective
    A mellow swing is how I like to go when I flow
    Because I'm comfortable with the tempo
    Often I'm asked what's the reason for this
    Because you're teethin for this and it's the season for this
    Questions, questions, I'm hounded with questions
    So I throw the answers at your direction
    Draggin the suckers for not movin enough
    You think I'm puffin a bluff, well keep pressin your luck
    Real with this is how I deal with this
    Straight as a drill with this, I show skill in this
    Stay on the look-out, fall asleep, I take your head out
    If that doesn't work I step back and let lead out
    Now I'ma show that I can do what a crew can do
    As a soul soloist

    (My only weapon is the)
    Soul

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    Composición: Bret Epic Mazur y Richard Wolf

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