Spiz The Prophet - Old Soul [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
They say I'm young with a old soul (x3)
And will I sell my soul for Jesus pieces made of rose gold? (no)
They say I'm young with a old soul (x3)
And will I sell my soul for Jesus pieces made of rose gold? (no)

[Verse 1]
Nothing is set in stone unless that stone is a diamond
One in the rough, my sneaks is scuffed, still see me shining
Like a princess cut, nigga what? you see me grinding
Mastered my timin' the city gettin' hot well I adjust to the climate
I'm not stopping, niggas funny like they Affion Crockett
Your lady jocking; like the way that I rock it
Fly as a commodore rocket, love the way I Hip-Hop it
Watch me pop and lock it, like my name was crazy legs
Smoking on some crazy haze, I'm in a crazy daze
Got my eyes weak like a month old baby's legs
Those that seek enlightenment, must not be lead astray
They must learn to follow that light, each and every day
And my music help the world bruh, What the fuck your shit do?
Destroyed, I build prick cause I only spit truth
Over these beats with flows, trying to guide the lost souls
Cause they never gave a fuck and that's just how it goes! (oh)

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[Verse 2]
Fee-fi-fo-fum yes I'm biggity-back
Let me light the blunt and proceed to rip the triggity-track
Because these niggas in the game bro, they wiggity-whack
And on the real, in the streets you got to keep your striggity-strap
Cause niggas in the street dog they like to criggity-creep
Run up in your home B & E while you sliggity-sleep
And selling dope, that's the only way to eggity-eat
And for a couple bills they'll hit you with that higgity-heat
If you talking ill, they be running in your tiggity-teeth
It seem like the only way to keep the peace is to keep the piece
Screaming fuck the police, give a fuck how you feel
Grabbing my nuts and flick the finger; life is too real
Only thing that come to a sleeping man is a dream
So awake my nigga, make that shit reality
It rule everything around you, get the cream
When you gleam they scheme and plot on the treasure
Couple niggas want to get mine; I won't let 'em
'Bout to heat it up, no easy baker oven
Smooth criminal like Mike when I does it
Used to rap in the lunchroom over free lunches
I showed and improved now your God is disgusting
Kaboom move! give me some room! when I does it
Philly mind-state black thoughts on my mind
On a quest with Hip-Hop for a love I'll never find (ha)

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