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[Intro - Akrobatik - talking] (Gimme some) Uh, move your body like Throw your hands up Move your arms around Yep (I got soul) Nod your head like (This nigga got soul) Yo, yo [Verse 1 - Akrobatik] This is just another take on the age old question (uh) Where's the rappers that's prepared to rip a stage show fresh and get the jam started based on talent and not gimmicks? (word) It's like that across the board though, we all critics You could be white and good, but don't prep the role Cause it don't mean shit if it ain't got soul (soul, soul, soul, soul) You could be a hard brother from the grittiest streets But you ain't got soul if you can't ride beats So, so, where the soul go? If you got holes through your whole flow, you need to know your role bro But see I rip it like an old pro And leave my mark like rap is a wall and I'm soul glo I'm just a kid you heard about through word of mouth Who grew up in the gutter but avoided the murder route While other cats were pulling the burners out I was on the field, playin fullback, runnin a mean corner route (true) The line of scrimmage kept me focused on a finer image Smoke a oolie? Nope, I got a fuckin rhyme to finish I got my whole life to smoke weed But for now I know what the people need [Break - Akrobatik] (Gimme me some ...) (*"soul" repeated throughout Chorus*] Uh, move your hands like Move your head like Move your body 'round, yo Put your hands up Nod your head like Move your body 'round (gimme some soulllllll) Yeah, uh (Gimme some) Put your hands up Move your body 'round (Gimme me some soulllllll) Yo [Verse 2 - Akrobatik] Move your body with it, party with it Them who lack soul, you know they probably hardly get it Grab a little hottie, hit it, crack it while I oddly spit it Pack in lots of spots, so when I hit you know you won't forget it (uh) Many know I'm nice, the insecure won't admit it Since I don't put a gangsta lifestyle on exhibit (uh) But that ain't me, I refuse it, to do this shit for y'all is a privilege, I can't abuse it (word up) And after all this is music doofus (uh) And all I have to proof is my nice with the usage Right about now get loose b-boys (uh) While my soul glo like Bruce Leeroy (Who's the mack?) Sho nuff, the flow is so rough Kick back, watch a fly ass show and go puff (puff) Me? I got the whole night to smoke weed But for now I know what the people need [Outro - Akrobatik - talking] (Gimme me some ...) (*"soul" repeated until the end*) Yeah Move your body like Nod your head like Move your hands around Uh, yeah Put your hands up Move your body like Move your head like (Gimme me some soulllllll) (Gimme me some) Uh, put your hands up Wave your arms around Move your body like (what?) (Gimme some) (Gimme some) (Gimme some) (Gimme some) |
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