Songtext Soul plan Lord Finesse

Soul plan

God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type thats known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

Check it, its the player to examine
My thought patterns are deep like canyons
A tough companion that women wont adandon
Thats my steelo, conquer the street like nino
Lay incognito, because lifes a gamble like ceelo
Thats what we know, forget what they know, or say yo
I gotta do my thing, I cant be caught hanging like a halo
Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle
Use brains over muscle, Im seeing more chips than ruffles

God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type thats known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

Im gigantic, coming hard like granite
Forget where youre from, I represent the whole planet
Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)
The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
Opponents I check em, got skills out the rectum
Display many styles like colors in a spectrum
You cant escape the inconcealable
Niggas is so wack, even people reading braille aint feeling you (right)
I fell off? come on, imagine it
Its the sharp elaborate
Type of nigga thats not having it
On some new shit, some extra cool shit
The type to lounge in the crib all day
Peeping pay-per-view shit
Word, its bugged, hops, I love props
When I come to town, Im under survailance like drug spots
96, coming from the rear quick
Im on some ol hit the lotto & disappear shit

God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type thats known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

I use poetic psychiatric types of tactics
Man, this rap shit got me seeing more green than st. patricks
The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)
That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater
Catch me shining from a mile away
The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping alize
You see me sinning with the money and the women
You think Im winning? shit, Im barely living
Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass
Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglass
I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid
Fuck chasing chickens in the barnyard
Word up, while youre still clowning
Im in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of will downing
Living the life of a grown man
Me and dink, and roy ayers, we got the soul plan

God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type thats known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

(roy ayers solos on the keys til fade)