I'm a soul man, got a soul band
and a soul plan built to withstand the hype of a week rent
an MC neat in the commercial interruption
that's why I dug down
deep to come up with
Soul styles and piles of rhymes
and dope hooks
Hanging suckers in the microphone cords
How the road looks,
it took some time
for the real soul to emerge
Fly like a free bird, now we can be heard
Pre is the key word,
so no I won't reword a word
I prefer the right or defer the light
From ones left in the dark
Soul's 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 rates
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 you
I'm your soul provider
I'm your soul provider
Black to basics, I gotta come raw
While the 45 King plays
beats like a drum corps
And I'll arrange a verse
that'll change the industry
But I'll still entertain you
and inform you
Meaning put you up on shit
If in sight as light, I was born lit
I make jams sure to slam full
The fans or the dance floor in advance
Your musical interest,
for instance, a sentence
Will flow on the beat like
a musical instrument
The slightest increment a week, you detect
Let me know,
and I'll proofread and recheck
The rhymes for mistakes,
the raps for mishaps
The beats for misbreaks,
or when my fist wraps
around the mic neck
And I'm mic checking it
and the rhymes are connecting
with the beat that I'm wrecking shit
Providing the soul
where the others may fall short
I stay focused while the others are off court
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 bubble gum
Plus some troublesome hard rhymes
that bring you back to reality
So you're not an outsider
I'm your soul provider
I'm your soul provider
I'm your soul provider
I'm your soul provider
What's your concept?
Explain your whole flow
In a solo, but cut that soul glow
Get a down low, a crown
to let your root sprout and grow
And throw the jerry juice out
cause your style's 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
for the new year
And let you hear with your own two ears
Soul with a twist from a poet
with it, showin' it
And you sing along, blowin' it,
cause you're knowin' 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 a block buildin'
You're at home with the children,
watchin' all my children
While you care about the
whereabouts of soul stars
With no commercials,
I'll drop twenty dope bars
That'll enter and stay inside your mind
So listen to the Poet's
Soul Provider Rhyme.
I'm your Soul Provider.
I'm your Soul Provider.
I'm your Soul Provider.
Hey, yo, what's up?
All right, check this out.
We're sending this one out
to DJ Eric Vaughn.
We're sending 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 one
out to the Soul Brothers.