Touch O' Soul
Yo
This ain't a sequel
This a prequel
I am just beginning
A never ending sequence
Stuck inside of my head
I write to unscramble
Dismantle
Tune into the channel
Open up the panel
And untangle the wires
That lit my home on fire
That's fuego
They go where I go
The demons in my head
That's Diablo
I only see the bigger picture
I call it macro
I been holding out on my skills
I call it escrow
Hit me on the telephone
A Dictaphone to Megaphone
The glow up is real
Reel to reel the vinyl feel
Cast iron over stainless steel
Real talk over mass appeal
A wax seal
On my dedication to the top
Makin' all the voices stop
Never writin' bullshit
Just for Insta fool's clips
Someone roll the clip
Back on the track
And I'm back in the back
Loud pack gon' slap
Gon' whack on ya back
Pressed to the wall
Like a damn thumbtack
Smoke so long
Come and name me greenback
Yeah it's BiGG MaTT
Strapped like a backpack
This a throwback
Like a fuckin' Tic Tac
Uh
Tell me how it feel
Tell me how it feel
We vibin' and you ridin'
Like some polo on the field
This that good shit
That spark to it shit
This that Touch O' Soul
Made of gold
Never know shit
This that dedication
Original creation
That started in the basement
Now look what we had made it
This ain't a sequel
This a prequel
I am just beginning
A never ending sequence
Stuck inside of my head
I write to unscramble
Dismantle
Tune into the channel
Open up the panel
And untangle the wires
That lit my home on fire
That's fuego
They go where I go
The demons in my head
That's Diablo
I only see the bigger picture
I call it macro
I been holding out on my skills
I call it escrow
Hit me on the telephone
A Dictaphone to Megaphone
The glow up is real
Reel to reel the vinyl feel
Cast iron over stainless steel
Real talk over mass appeal
A wax seal
On my dedication to the top
Makin' all the voices stop
Never writin' bullshit
Just for Insta fool's clips
Someone roll the clip
Back on the track
And I'm back in the back
Loud pack gon' slap
Gon' whack on ya back
Pressed to the wall
Like a damn thumbtack
Smoke so long
Come and name me greenback
Yeah it's BiGG MaTT
Strapped like a backpack
This a throwback
Like a fuckin' Tic Tac
Uh
Tell me how it feel
Tell me how it feel
We vibin' and you ridin'
Like some polo on the field
This that good shit
That spark to it shit
This that Touch O' Soul
Made of gold
Never know shit
This that dedication
Original creation
That started in the basement
Now look what we had made it
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Bellinger
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