'Cause that's where I'm supposed to be, like I'm supposed to be where I'm tryna take the listener You know what I mean, like if I'm I can't say it from that vibration down there, yeah
Uh, yeah It's Illa J Oh, yeah Give me that soul, uh Let's go, uh Ya, uh, yeah
Religion and tradition don't belong in the same sentence Soon as it becomes a routine spirit is missing, uh Are you people listening? Soon as it becomes a routine, spirit is missing If you want your soul to be cleansed You need to listen
To this lyrical soul that I am spitting This individual soul is on a mission To show you miracles so you would pay attention To [?] divinity that flows for infinity Some of ya'll already there Some pretend to be Righteous with your head wrapped Tryna be Erykah Badu And you don't really do that Claiming that you love soul food R&B and Hip Hop But you don't really [?] that And wouldn't do that If you had a chance
Anyway, Let's proceed to the dance, uh It's Illa J on the rap Tom Misch on the beat And we killing that shit A hundred grand, uh You got, Ben on the drums Jesse on the bass Danny on guitar That's my mans, uh [?] everybody is a star And everybody going far So everybody raise your mother fucking hands 'Cause everybody is a star And everybody going hard So everybody raise your mother fucking hands
Everybody raise your mother fucking (Where ya hands)
Compositores: John Derek Yancey (Illa J), Thomas Abraham Misch ECAD: Obra #16490236