The Souliloquy Lyrics - Singles - Jonathan Emile

Wheelchair jimmy ready rolled on this man 

I'm like lazy beaver, I don't give a damn/dam 

Track beeping like an electrocardiogram 

In a hospital room with a ceiling fan 

Lying on my back being honest 

Reminds me when times were the hardest 

The sounds and the screams the machines where the cancer ward was 

It bring goose-bumps toward this. 

Blood-clot. See I died once, this is my second life 

This is my second chance, had to pay the price 

With a roll of dice homie had to sacrifice 

Get a fade, hit the stage, rock it like dolomite 

Radar beat beeping like a submarine 

I am am hot the definition of what summer mean 

I am spring time, I am getting green 

Just leave I/Levi, like blue jeans 

To do what I got to do, jack of all trades 

I keep having dreams about getting paid 

And wake up to lemons and make lemonade 

Never tone it down, like an octave change 

I stay fly, you're a paper plane 

All of my friends say I'm MIA 

It a genre where it's not cool to work days 

I don't play... 

Leave the streets torn up like a constriction holiday 

Hit the Henessy like I won the lottery 

If there's anything I've learned is life is too short 

I stand in-front my green like a weather report 

And let it all change but I stay the same 

Cause life is a blessing and killing's pretty lame 

Never front like I'm a gangster 

I go on like a questionable answer 

We getting paper, throw it like confetti 

My soul is what I bare/bear like Teddy 

But It seems that Montreal is just not ready 

They on marks who get sets and don't run steady 

And when I open for whack people I feel punished 

Like blocked toilets and stock markets you plumb-it/plummet 

I got a call from Denis Brott 

To mix Hip-Hop 

With chamber music 

But the streets yo they want to hear chamber music 

Ch-Ch-Pow...And I am a stranger to this. 

Most would/wood like a gym floor 

Achieve that much and maybe much more 

Crowds don't listen unless they've hear it 

And juries they already know the verdict 

So I'm stepping in the courtroom far from nervous 

I am all about twice as much as Curtis, 

Jackson. A dollar man 

You follow me? 

Twitter me 

Facebook. 

Youtube, all shook 

When you all up in Myspace 

And I say grace cause I'm so damn hungry 

Life is beautiful but the game ugly 

The good and the bad and the desert in between 

I make it happen I do not dream 

I pro-seed like anti-abortion 

I tunes, kill the distortion 

Forget punch lines, I uppercut wireless 

Back to the future, I am tireless 

Relentless? Yes. 

Never ease up, never freez up 

Who got next? Tell them E's up 

Feed him to the elephants, homie he's nuts 

Jonathan Emile 

For real, the deal? 

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I'm on a style you can't be on 

Okay one more URL and I'm gone 

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