Soul Stainless - Honest Lyrics

I know you feelin' this, feelin' this
I know you feelin' this, feelin' this
Aye, I know you feelin this, feelin this
So let's get to it then
Catch this real I'mma spill from the stylo
Man too ill, need a pill and some chemo
Still can't chill cuz I'm still missing nemo
So what up, what up, what up, what up

Hittin' my stride with the pride of a gentleman
Hittin' my prime but the lines unlimited
Been hittin' rhymes since the president was an
African, and that's my mans (no doubt) no
Clout for the scum won't shut, they mouth, they
Bum me out, I'm lookin' at the rap like high level
Art form too many is strikin' out. You need
More practice, you bad at this. And it's not a
Diss, I'm just bein' real with the talk, ain't
Too many walkin' the walk, just hogging the
Walkway, better walk straight, or you might trip
Slip in the hallway. Check what
God say, then come back to me, spittin'
Bars but that's not rap to me, you need to
Get connected 'fore you step, kid
Resurrection is a blessin' but you must accept it, cuz the

Bombs gettin' dropped like a hot hot pocket
Thinking this a game like a bop-it, stop it
Uh, the flow is so holy and honest
Make you wanna wonder where he got this, got this
Make you wanna wonder where he got this
Won't stop till I get across, kid
All the fans say that I'm a boss, cuz I floss with the
Truth and I'm just being honest
Just being honest
Just being honest. If you got a
Problem, say it to my face, don't hesitate
Playing all the games is childish
Just being honest
Just being honest. If you got a
Problem, we can work it out, don't pout. What
Comes out my mouth ain't vomit

Running yo
Mouth like the bulls on parade. The way that I
Shine I assure you there will be no shade
Hey, The kid is an ace with the spades, get
Smart and I might excavate you a grave. I don't
Play cuz this isn't a game
Don't mix up the humble for lame
Don't mix up the mumbles for fame. Don't mix up and
Stumble and tumble headfirst into shame, cuz the
Aim is so simple and sweet, I slip through the
Wrinkles in beats to line you in seats and
Speak, I hope that this music can reach the
Street, I stay underground just to heat ya
Feet. And preach to hack up some poplar
Trees, it's time for pruning
While you assuming the cause
I rebel without pause against
All that would prophesy false, straight up I'll
Slay a pretender on sight
The truth is either black or white
Perception is shaded. Shade
The facts from light. But we couldn't take it, take
It back from night, now we're all in the dark, now we
All in the dark, don't know what's real, hard
Part is we never could see, I wonder what we
Would see if we was a bit higher up, but we
Drag each other down in the mud (drag 'em down to the mud)
So I'm meditatin' on my elevation (yah)
Complicated, you can't pay for greatness (yah)
I'mma spit some Mick Jenkins on it
Re-invent it for the children, homie
Preaching the truth to these dudes through a rap, and
This for the kids in the back, a rapper isn't
Rapping the truth 'less they practicin' use
And that's just the point where I'm at, straight up

Bombs gettin' dropped like a hot hot pocket
Thinking this a game like a bop-it, stop it
Uh, the flow is so holy and honest
Make you wanna wonder where he got this, got this
Make you wanna wonder where he got this
Won't stop till I get across, kid
All the fans say that I'm a boss, cuz I floss with the
Truth and I'm just being honest
Just being honest
Just being honest. If you got a
Problem, say it to my face, don't hesitate
Playing all the games is childish
Just being honest
Just being honest If you got a
Problem, we can work it out, don't pout what
Comes out my mouth ain't vomit