Soul In The Soul Lyrics - The Cactus Album - 3rd Bass

Knowledge on the court, observin' what is all around 

The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound 

Hearin' and fearin', the momentum of the stutter step 

Shook to the left, because the brother slept 

Crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one 

Switched my next flip, he thought he had some grip 

But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic 

I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world 

But I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor 

Whether ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' for 

Static, me grab it every chance I get 

One on one I'll never run and shoot the high off the net 

This position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass 

Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the hourglass 

Search is my name, the game and my goal 

3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole 

Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man? 

Why are you freezin' me out? 

Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle 

Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines 

Drip liquid, pick up a park pill 

Enduce a hand over free form with this skill 

Spills are spun, a crossover break slice 

Sugar brother the pavement says 

Scheamin' on suicide to play post I slash 

First step.. I shook ya ass 

Step to wayside, ain't no weak side 

Bassline I'm never givin', on the flipside 

Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber 

Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya 

Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya 

And after dark, I play the part of boot knocker 

Twenty-four seven, always out to get some 

Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb 

A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole 

An asphalt jungle, soul in the hole 

Yo man, I got next! 

Next? You ain't got next man 

You go over there in the corner, with Michael Raines 

And take a couple of tokes of the pipes man 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

Point is in effect, callin' for a play out 

Lay out the plan, but your scammin' for a way out 

Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one 

Tchk! You know the outcome! 

Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin' 

Then you execute the score, then you fade away 

This fade has been played 

Gave the gift swift, you just got self-made 

Execute performance, the 3rd step upon this 

Me and Pete, complete, like sex endurance 

Tip on the rim you reverse and rehearse 

Coachin' but you're slouchin', you can't be first 

You want the rock? But you don't got the handle 

I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle 

Face intense, you're sellin' your soul 

Just for the action of soul in the hole 

Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh 

Slum onside stagnate you got next 

Each day evident, parks brothers throw down 

One on one, it boils down to showdown 

Spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip 

By his larceny, or petty theft 

Spectators move, lips into motion 

Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean 

Water runs, springs and I let it fly 

Slide a weak side, into vein 

Try to terminate silk textures, of the fingertips 

Three bases covered, as I dip 

Deeper into repoitoire, the Minister an innovator 

Take a sphere and a mic and I'll step later 

Under lamps of the Serch, cold 

Shootin' lava in the soul in the hole