The Séance
Soulchef"The Séance" is a song by Soulchef, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:20 long and contains 52 lines and 382 words.
Lyrics
0:20Raised in Palm Beach
0:22A jungle of concrete
0:23Always keep a gat at arms reach
0:25Using my bomb speech
0:26Hoping that all of my songs teach
0:28All the non believers who false preach
0:30Once you clutch money they all leech
0:32There's a day where you and your pops breach
0:34Don't burn bridges where you do not speak
0:37Move with swiftness follow at God Speed
0:39They tried to knock me off my axis
0:41But I mastered my craft over 10 000 hours of practice
0:45Now I'm point like the needles on a cactus
0:48Fact is I don't boast how I'm better than most
0:50I'm just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts
0:53Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats
0:56But don't get burnt like fingers clutching a roach
0:58Come correct when you approach and salute when I'm ghost
1:01It's a séance that's why the candles lit
1:04Hear the young vandal spit
1:06Pressure yeah I handled it
1:09My mind's not to ever be tampered with
1:11It's a séance that's why the candles lit
1:14Hear the young vandal spit
1:16Pressure yeah I handled it
1:19My mind's not to ever be tampered with
1:21Deadlines never sweat it
1:23Decisions never regretted
1:24Codes of life forever embedded
1:26Straight to success is the only place that I've ever been headed
1:29Through your simple mind get it
1:31Or fall back
1:32All of ya'll please get off my ball sack
1:34I promise I'd call back
1:35Stuck in the 90's I guess that I'm All That
1:38And a bag of chips so now you know that I'm all Phat
1:41Like the Farm Russell mass produced
1:42The hardships I went through weren't self induced
1:45Deadly poison I'm a brown recluse
1:47Don't be clueless of the situation
1:49Product of my environment and how I'm situated
1:52Please peep what I'm saying with no hesitation
1:54The premise I'm vacating now do what I do like an imitation
1:58What I'm insinuating let's get it popping like grease from bacon
2:02It's a séance that's why the candles lit
2:05Hear the young vandal spit
2:07Pressure yeah I handled it
2:10My mind's not to ever be tampered with
2:12It's a séance that's why the candles lit
2:16Hear the young vandal spit
2:18Pressure yeah I handled it
2:20My mind's not to ever be tampered with
Raised in Palm Beach A jungle of concrete Always keep a gat at arms reach Using my bomb speech Hoping that all of my songs teach All the non believers who false preach Once you clutch money they all leech There's a day where you and your pops breach Don't burn bridges where you do not speak Move with swiftness follow at God Speed They tried to knock me off my axis But I mastered my craft over 10 000 hours of practice Now I'm point like the needles on a cactus Fact is I don't boast how I'm better than most I'm just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats But don't get burnt like fingers clutching a roach Come correct when you approach and salute when I'm ghost It's a séance that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with It's a séance that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with Deadlines never sweat it Decisions never regretted Codes of life forever embedded Straight to success is the only place that I've ever been headed Through your simple mind get it Or fall back All of ya'll please get off my ball sack I promise I'd call back Stuck in the 90's I guess that I'm All That And a bag of chips so now you know that I'm all Phat Like the Farm Russell mass produced The hardships I went through weren't self induced Deadly poison I'm a brown recluse Don't be clueless of the situation Product of my environment and how I'm situated Please peep what I'm saying with no hesitation The premise I'm vacating now do what I do like an imitation What I'm insinuating let's get it popping like grease from bacon It's a séance that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with It's a séance that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with
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