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​Samba Soul

This song is by N.A.S.A..

It's Del baby back again now,
Shit gone change and it ain't gone change
Wanna play games That's out of Your Range
I got, mad brains I interpret things
Precisely pick 'em apart, my day start with art
Foul remarks are met with the tart
Attitude, that is rude boy, buddy embark on a Journey
Boy the tumble and dry keep turning
I be burning the midnight oils
Computer screens glaze while my ideas coil
I'm a Leo, I veto my ego, when I greet all my peoples I see through the evil
Can't outfox this, I'm cautious with gob stoppers
Who pop they choppers, uh uh
No go, I said so. you're flaky like the outside bread on an egg roll
Diesel, the measles, you don't wanna catch those
Slap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black hole
Lets all act now unless you cracked out
My mouth spit math out, hope you don't pass out

And we can do this with a bit of
Samba Soul
I want y'all to really get wit it let it hit you're in the
Soul
Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it?
Yeah yeah yeah...

Out of sight, I knew you could so lets roll and get down with this
Soul

Diesel neither come back or flow back, know that
Cut off a limb this shit grow back
Slip it a kojak, blaze up a drosack
Just so I can get in the Bo black
Hoes that's
Difficult, Just 'cause they weak inside, like speakin' lies
I'll ignore them, symptom of boredom
Whores come in dozens, plus they a dime a dozen
No time for frontin', better find 'em something
My motto is don't be sayin' shit you don't be doin' and you won't be ruined
I don't be foolin', I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishness
They're excuses merely lead to my
Inclusive clairvoyance about a fear of enjoyment
Of hoes tryna snare 'em a billionaire boyfriend
Bitch your pussy's not gonna hold me
My mind calisthenics is my whole motif, my flow go deep
Know those streets from the solo creep
Know those beats
So don't sleep, that's how you get taken unaware
Aching for a Share, hatin' on a playa
Never wanna look toward, just sit there and look bored
And got the nerve to be materialistic when knowledge ain't nowhere on their wish list

And then they blow they whole goal
Don't even recognize inside they own soul
And then they blow they whole goal
Don't even recognize inside they own soul

And we can do this with a bit of
Samba Soul
I want y'all to really get wit it let it hit you in the
Soul
Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it?

Out of sight, I knew you could so lets roll and get down with this
Soul

D-E-L the man you know he'll rock it too
Whenever you hand him a microphone to use
He is down to business, you know that he don't play
So just bear witness to that Samba Soul he display

And we can do this with a bit of
Samba Soul
I want y'all to really get wit it let it hit you're in the
Soul
Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it?
Yeah yeah yeah...

Out of sight, I knew you could so lets roll and get down with this
Soul

Written by:

Antonio Januario Da Silva; Composer Author Unknown