Soul Clap
[Hook: F. Stokes]

Uh, So let me get a soul clap
Peace to Don Juan, yeah that pimp flow back
NWA, hundred miles of running
Trying to save little black kids, call me Mr. Drummonds
Uh, so let me get a soul clap
Peace to K Reg(?), yeah that pimp flow back
Hennessey by the case, couple slabs of cush
Tryin' to save lil white kids, call me Mr. Bush

[Verse 1: F. Stokes]

I be, fresh as breast milk from Oprah
My flow's soul food, neck bones and (okrah?)
Hiphop, I'm home, slipped off my loafers
My face more suited for mug shots than posters
World on my shoulder, stomach empty
Do this for niggas that sip lean, peace to Pimp C
Dollar for the gypsy cab
When I was living in BK down from no string ave
Buck fifty for three wings, couldn't afford the soda
Tuned my craft up, now the flow's out the solar
System, Chi-Town, baby I know you missed him
Took more than love to lift him, off that futon
Rappers sell, I need coupons
Karlitos, where the (lease no longer rhymes?)
Besides, me and the streets got a much stronger bond
Artist, but sometimes, it's followed by the con
And if you see me in bars, I'm followed by a blonde
Style is golden, yours followed by a bronze
Good dope, the connect just came from 'Nam
So let me get a soul clap from out ya palm
[Hook: F. Stokes]

[Verse 2: F. Stokes]

You know I come through, stunt some
With (????)
Rims turnin', nose burnin' from sniffin' that pale gate(?)
Kin folks, (stale mates?), in the pen, they home
Hit the streets for a few summers, then again they gone
Then again they was too cool for working at (??)
Next to immigrants, in a kitchen full of eminem's
We're witnesses to a victim of genocide
My pen be my weapon, niggas gone 'fore that ink dry
Mamma used to think I was at school, but naw
I was on the corner, OG dudes calling me 'nephew'
God blessed you like he blessed me
So much dough on the table, all we missing is jet ski's
Now let's breeze
Through the city where single mothers (???)
Sit on front porches with fly swatters and think hard

[Hook: F. Stokes]