Soul Plan Lyrics - Lord Finesse

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 

Niggas 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 nigga that's not having it 

On some new shit, some extra cool shit 

The type to lounge in the crib all day 

Peeping pay-per-view shit 

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" shit 

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 use poetic psychiatric types of tactics 

Man, this rap shit got me seeing more green than st. patrick's 

The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor) 

That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater 

Catch me shining from a mile away 

The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping alize 

You see me sinning with the money and the women 

You think I'm winning? shit, I'm barely living 

Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass 

Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglass 

I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid 

Fuck chasing chickens in the barnyard 

Word up, while you're still clowning 

I'm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of will downing 

Living the life of a grown man 

Me and dink, and roy ayers, we got the 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) 

(roy ayers solos on the keys til fade)