Soul in the Hole Lyrics

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

Serch 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

Induce a hand over free form with this skill

Spills are spun, a crossover break slice

Sugar brother the pavement says

Schemin' on suicide to play post I slash

First step, I shook ya ass

Step to wayside, ain't no weak side

Baseline I'm never givin', on the flip side

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 till the hand's numb

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

An asphalt jungle, soul in the hole
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Yo man, I got next! Next, you ain't got next man

Yo 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

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 repertoire, 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