Peace of Your $ouL (feat. John SOUL)

This soul, this soul, this soul, get money
This soul, this soul, this soul, get money

I'm only askin' for a little peace of your soul
Enough for me to hold to keep me warm when I'm cold
'Cuz I've been feelin' lonely when my mind's on its own
I've been known, prone, caught, lookin' stoned at the moon
Zooted to the point that hidden within the booth
Is a whiteboy, who's confused, like you
Tryn'a make sense of it, what the fuck should I do
I need a lifeline. I need a push and a pull
I need a push in a direction that'll give me some shine
And a, pull from a pipe that'll give me a high
A nod from a homie, and a piece of the pie
A dap from somebody who's hearin' me rhyme
Something I can grip with five fingers for a second
That's not a hammer with a handle, I haven't gotten desperate
What you get from me, I want you to remember it
I want, what's recorded onto record to be PERMANENT

It's a piece of your soul
What's it worth, is it gold
Money, sex, jewels, drugs, power
Can it be sold
Does it have a barcode? Is it ready to go
I'll give you some credit, Just gimme some collateral
Peace of your soul
What's it worth, is it gold
Money, sex, jewels, drugs, power
Can it be sold
Does it have a barcode? Is it ready to go
I'll give you some credit, Just gimme some collateral
This soul, this soul, this soul, get money
This soul, this soul, this soul, get money

I'm only askin' for another piece of your soul
I've given you my own, now give me yours in return
As a sign of good faith, 'til I'm burnt in and urn
Rely in my strength beneath the surface of the earth
Resurface incase of emergency, emergin' with a sense of urgency
It's common for sense, to bring courtesy
But, common sense doesn't occur commonly
Obviously, this has already occurred to me
I've observed, absorbed, faced serpents with swords
That slither in the grass backless, steady ignore
All the signs and art of war, this is my life
And now you're all apart of the show
Get ready for more
Instead of me getting way too deep into things
Weep for me
My story's gonna leave you weak in the knees
Writin' up this virus, trees, high on degrees
It's an S-T-D; a Spoken Transmitted Disease

It's a piece of your soul
What's it worth, is it gold
Money, sex, jewels, drugs, power
Can it be sold
Does it have a barcode? Is it ready to go
I'll give you some credit, Just gimme some collateral

You might as well now hand me the rest of your soul
You've given me its pieces through the course of this song
It didn't take long, and it wasn't a con
SOUL did it, c'mon
Make broke into a whole
Give him all the fragments like you gave them to Mathers
We can even keep it shady like a closet, you
It doesn't even matter just appreciate the artistry
Follow me on this odyssey, poppin' a lot of ecstasy
Top it off with the chronic, I'm the plague like bubonic
You could stop if you wanna, have a stoge or some water
Honestly part of me wishes I never started this rapper thing
Might've triggered the process that turns my life to a mockery

This soul, this soul, this soul, get money
This soul, this soul, this soul, get money
This soul, this soul, this soul, get money
This soul, this soul, this soul, get money