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Roy Ayers Ubiquity

"Soul Plan"

God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type that's known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)

Check it, it's the player to examine
My thought patterns are deep like canyons
A tough companion that women won't adandon
That's my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like Nino
Lay incognito, because life's a gamble like ceelo
That's what we know, forget what they know, or say yo
I gotta do my thing, I can't be caught hanging like a halo
Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle
Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing more chips than Ruffles

God bless the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type that's known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)

I'm gigantic, coming hard like granite
Forget where you're from, I represent the whole planet
Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)
The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
Opponents I check 'em, got skills out the rectum
Display many styles like colors in a spectrum
You can't escape the inconcealable
n***as is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (Right)
I fell off? Come on, imagine it
It's the sharp elaborate
Type of n***a that's not having it
On some new sh*t, some extra cool sh*t
The type to lounge in the crib all day
Peeping pay-per-view sh*t
Word, it's bugged, hops, I love props
When I come to town, I'm under survailance like drug spots
'96, coming from the rear quick
I'm on some ol' "hit the lotto & disappear" sh*t
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