[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’
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’
I’m your soul provida’
I’m your soul provida’
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’
I’m your soul provida’
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
