Soul Control - Supastition, Big Pooh, Phonte

Just nod your head a little bit to the beat

Illmind on production, Supastition, Little Brother

About to show you what it’s all about, that soul

Aiyyo it’s so fly, this is what we paid to do

They wanna know why we rock the way we do

Because I got «soul», you got «soul»

We got «soul», super dynamite «soul»

We the top three niggas all across the globe

Now Carolina’s in total control

Hands up now I got «soul», you got «soul»

We got «soul», super dynamite «soul»

Uh, it’s like every time that Phonte Coleman writes

The competition be running shook and hopeless like

They cut they TV on and seen a fucking poltergeist

To that left-field shit, we hold the rights

I know the whole world is watching so, I never slurred no words

But I done served more herbs than Emeril Lagasse so

The recipe is LB and Supa, that’s all you got to know

And I’mma open up my ears, see what y’all niggas got for me

Your lyrics is noise, it’s total cacophony

Illmind put the loop on, y’all niggas sound lukewarm

I’m meaning y’all just not that hot to me

NC’s that state that y’all ignored

Rap’s like a train station and we all aboard

With the same walk, same talk, same niggas following schemes

I wish they learned to follow their dreams

And put some soul in it, uh

I got more soul than James Brown

We finna blow like Young when he touched down with all that raw

Put my sight on the moon, fell amongst the stars

The three dopest emcees that you heard thus far

Get high with me, listeners take a ride with me

Share my joy and pain and cry with me

Collide with me ain’t something I suggest homie

Know boys that’ll stick you for your Tony

Allow me to reintroduce myself

Don’t get twist' cause my record, you ain’t see on the shelves

LB regroup, had to go for 'delf

That’s why I flow now from the soul of my pelv-

-is, getting crazy, the world can’t fade me

Battle back rumors Pooh is gob, niggas crazy

They can get the ballzack for acting all Swayze

They did it again, fuck you, pay me

Supa and LB, together we both layered the blueprint

We hot y’all, the top dogs, the next movement

If you could find somebody better in any state

Please, I wanna hear their LP or their demo tape

Come equipped with a CD, far from a freshman

Yes, I’m legendary like Jimmy Smith on the B-3

Carolina’s anthem has just been recorded

The fans be like «Damn son, it must be in the water»

Everybody with a deal nowadays' a star

I’m on some body builder shit, I’m tryna raise the bar

I got soul and I’m southern to the blood

Beats and rhymes complement each other like a couple in love

Now this the joint that play when the club is packed

The DJs want doubles or a dub of the track

Bring it back, NC controlling shit like that

Now let me see one of them space rappers spit like that

I got soul … Cause we got that soul, soul