Soul Provider - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I’m a soul man, got a soul band and a sole plan

Built to withstand the hype of a weak brand of MC

Needing a commercial interruption

That’s why I dug down deep to come up with

Soul styles and piles of rhymes and dope hooks

Hanging “suckers” and the microphone cords how the rope looks

It took some time for the real soul to emerge

Fly like a free bird, now we can be heard

Free is the key word, so no I won’t reword

A word I preferred to write or defer the light

From one’s left in the dark

Souls a hip hop jam out in the park

So I spark the minds of the sellouts

Money’s the root of evil, you’re taking a hell route

You sold your soul to the devil for a cheap rate

And you fake rhymes over old street beat breaks

Thinking you’re hardcore, but you’re coming soft

You’re an ink spot, you ain’t coming off

So come on, let me show you the way to go

And the way to flow even though you say you know

I think you don’t, so here’s a refresher course

From a fresher source, and a vocal force

Providing the soul and a message to guide ya

[Refrain]

I’m your soul provida’

[Verse 2]

Black to basics, I gotta come in raw

While The 45 King plays beats like a drum core

And I’ll arrange a verse that’ll change the industry

But I’ll still entertain ya and inform you

Meaning put you up on shit

If insight is light I was born lit

I make jams sure, to slam for the fans or

The dance floor and advance your

Musical interest for instance a sentence

Will flow on the beat like a musical instrument

The slightest increment of weak ya detect

Let me know and I’ll proofread and recheck

The rhymes for mistakes, the raps for mishaps

The beats for missed breaks, but when my fist wraps

Around a mic neck and I’m mic checkin’ it

And the rhymes are connectin’ with the beat then I’m wreckin shit

Providing the soul where others may fall short

I stay focused while the others are all caught

Up on the money tip, and chauffeur driven cars

To let all the honey dips know that you’re living large

But I ain’t got nothing for them hoes but some hard times and bubblegum

Plus some troublesome hard rhymes

That bring you back to reality

So you’re not an outsider

[Refrain]

I’m your soul provida’

[Verse 3]

What’s your concept, explain your whole flow

In a solo but cut that soul glow

Get a down low, a crown or let your roots sprout and grow

And throw the jheri juice out

Cause your styles all wet and your rhymes drip drop

I rip shop with real hip hop and watch your lip drop

So pop the hood on your style

Let me fix it and remix it and if it don’t work I’ll 86 it

And bring the advanced new flow from the new year

And let you hear with your own two ears

Soul with a twist from a poet with it showing it

And you sing along, blowing it, cause you’re knowing it

Word for word, even syllable for syllable

My brain’s a container when rhymes are low, it’s refillable

I re-up after, I be up on the block building

You’re at home with the children, watching “All My Children”

While you care about the whereabouts of soap stars

With no commercials I’ll drop 20 dope bars

That’ll enter and stay inside your mind

So listen to the poet with soul provida rhymes

[Refrain]

I’m your soul provida’

[Outro]

Ay yo, wassup alright check this out

We sendin’ this one out to DJ Erick Vaan

We sendin’ this one here out to the poetess Felicia

And we also gonna send this one here out to the Flavor Unit in the house

Yo, who else can we send this one out to?

Oh yo, check this out we gonna send this out to the soul brothers