Soul Food (feat. Mari Kamau)
Q-U-O-T-E The MC
Mari Kamau
Oh lawd move your bod
If you're feelin good yell oh my gawd
To the dance floor like oh my gawd
Make you feel good like oh my gawd
Heads high cause we're rooted in resilience
Shine bright implications of brilliance
Heaven sent genesis call it black excellence
Never gonna be a force that you wanna reckon with
Unapologetic, always represent
Skin glistening, cause the melanin
Never guessing man, or hesitant
Yall new to this, we're veterans
I maintain the flow's insane
I got the words to wire brains
That's the Quote aim
So inclined to free your minds
Line for line gonna be the greatest
Of all time
Yeah I said it you aint get it from the grapevine
Compositions of slaps when I write rhymes
Grind aint stopping til we make it through the pain
Grind aint stopping til you all say my name
Q-U-O-T-E, The MC
Graduated from a king to a G-O-D
Here to give you some of that feel good
Jackson Av feel some of that real Boog
This is how we do it when we're high off life
I got a real one that I'm gonna make my wife
Yall feeling this groove we can dance all night
Yall loving this vibe and I'm loving yall sight
Just, Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black, let's go
Oh lawd move your bod
If you're feeling good yell oh my gawd
To the dance floor like oh my gawd
Make you feel good like oh my gawd
And I dance and you dance and we dance some more
Busting out moves like somebody is keeping score
Clap Black
Greatest, ever, when I, rap
Cause the flow is the meanest I'm highly conceited
My style is the cleanest an MC was seen with
You think otherwise better sharpen your thesis
Never seeking agreements Q is a genius
Step left step right while you wiggle your shoulders
Young or older, this one's for the culture
Cool so smooth like the flow of the Nile
Mind off hardships give me a smile
Vibes higher than a Negus ever seen
It be like that in the presence of queens
Can't forget the kings we're a whole mood
Follow your spirit, call it Soul Food
Oh lawd move your bod
If you're feeling good yell oh my gawd
To the dance floor like oh my gawd
Make you feel good like oh my gawd
Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black
Mari Kamau
Oh lawd move your bod
If you're feelin good yell oh my gawd
To the dance floor like oh my gawd
Make you feel good like oh my gawd
Heads high cause we're rooted in resilience
Shine bright implications of brilliance
Heaven sent genesis call it black excellence
Never gonna be a force that you wanna reckon with
Unapologetic, always represent
Skin glistening, cause the melanin
Never guessing man, or hesitant
Yall new to this, we're veterans
I maintain the flow's insane
I got the words to wire brains
That's the Quote aim
So inclined to free your minds
Line for line gonna be the greatest
Of all time
Yeah I said it you aint get it from the grapevine
Compositions of slaps when I write rhymes
Grind aint stopping til we make it through the pain
Grind aint stopping til you all say my name
Q-U-O-T-E, The MC
Graduated from a king to a G-O-D
Here to give you some of that feel good
Jackson Av feel some of that real Boog
This is how we do it when we're high off life
I got a real one that I'm gonna make my wife
Yall feeling this groove we can dance all night
Yall loving this vibe and I'm loving yall sight
Just, Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black, let's go
Oh lawd move your bod
If you're feeling good yell oh my gawd
To the dance floor like oh my gawd
Make you feel good like oh my gawd
And I dance and you dance and we dance some more
Busting out moves like somebody is keeping score
Clap Black
Greatest, ever, when I, rap
Cause the flow is the meanest I'm highly conceited
My style is the cleanest an MC was seen with
You think otherwise better sharpen your thesis
Never seeking agreements Q is a genius
Step left step right while you wiggle your shoulders
Young or older, this one's for the culture
Cool so smooth like the flow of the Nile
Mind off hardships give me a smile
Vibes higher than a Negus ever seen
It be like that in the presence of queens
Can't forget the kings we're a whole mood
Follow your spirit, call it Soul Food
Oh lawd move your bod
If you're feeling good yell oh my gawd
To the dance floor like oh my gawd
Make you feel good like oh my gawd
Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black
Clap Black
Credits
Writer(s): Tarik Shah
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