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Battle Cry

Written, Recorded and Produced by Soulo Smith

Her style, her smile, caught my attention

She fine as crime with a dime mix with it

Her eyes tell a tale, she ain’t tell many

Her lies I can tell make her heart empty

She dance to express just how she feeling

I sing and rap so girl I get it

Black hair, brown eyes, black intentions

Enriched melanin, know your black wisdom

From out of state to a place to raise your children

Out of space alien but now you're a citizen

Island girl but your friends Dominican

You my world... but let me go get it again


I got a lot to do, but still I choose to rock with you, and stick like glue

Through ups and downs I see the truth and I salute, our loves obtuse 

It’s not acute to call you cute is the half truth, so why would I, when you I do

You drip drop when you see your pop, call me daddy, calling shots cost me a lot

Grinding heavy, cus the top is my parking spot, on 95 everything like around block


Low key, slow ride it like you a seen a cop

Now go hard go fast, like we heard a shot

A little ri with some bae, berry, and fox-y

Mi likes when the pipe burst on the pipe, Si

See, I Like even twice more is her mind

She like a rude boy but her body... nice

Me goin, in ya sea and I see its tight

Thick legs, curly hair like curly fries

Your hips, your breast, They supersize

What you post no caption still captures sight

All the skin that you show to cover what you hide


Don’t waste your time, with things that blind, just move your waste and your behind

Put things aside, yet go rewind

Camon camon

I rock the boat, I work the middle... I caught the vibe I felt the riddim... I heard your battle cry...


Your eyes, drives, me buck wild I’ll admit it

I’ll kill, I’ll fight, I’ll die for ya mission

Feel like ima alive when ima up in it

put it all on the line for whats God given

I heard you cry, I see your forgiveness 

I watched you hurt, and grow like children

I wore your pain, to change your conditions

I’ll fight your war, And cherish your friendship


You take your time, you know your why, you aim so high

There’s no disguise, your tears are dry, you heard the lies


I rock the boat, I work the middle.. I caught the vibe I felt the riddim... I heard your battle cry


I know you had a lot of pressure, heard the rumors heard the lectures 

Had ya battles and ya lessons - still you get up and address it, it’s driving you out ya mind


What you looking for ain’t extra, but it’s scarce and it’s precious

Like some water in the dessert, don’t be thirsty go and get it, let it drip all down ya spine


You can switch it you can work it, get off work, start twerking

Let us know you put that work in,  cus you loose cus u deserving, so you wine to unwind


Where ya goin, what you doin, come with me, yea I’m choosing, player cards

I ain't loosing, I’ma beat it til its bruising, call It a crime 


Waited my life for this, just get a lil taste, tell me can you handle that

Before we jump off this bridge, let me cut my wrist, and let me break your back

To summarize how life is, we either fighting each other or victimizing being black

Before I can show my kids, let me get a lil nib, let me get a dab


I heard her Battle Cry

Before I took her to the promise land

I heard a battle cry

So I tightened grips on her hand, like a rubber band

Music Video

Executive Produced by AMNC

Directed By Ne'chelle

DP/Edits by Embassy Interactive

Dancers: Philly Sirens

Main Star: Mizzdarkchocolate

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Love Me No More

Lyrics

Love Me No More

We used to talk every day on the phone

I used to help you when a lot was going on

Young puppy love now it’s dead since we're grown

I tried to txt you and you didn’t write back

When you ain’t pick up used to hit me right back

I never been the type of guy to get swerved 

Last time we spoke feel like I got on your nerves

Now we both busy, got a lot going on

But who you talking to when something going wrong 

Your color contacts like a veil for your eyes 

Window to your soul, armor to your pride 

Correta to my Luther, you was like a soldier in my army I  salute ya

Strap ya and boot ya, what you need from me I do for, you cus my love was bigger then Rasputia 

I ain’t have to boost ya, ya cocky than a rooster, no gun license, still had a shooter

African decent, vibe Moda Luna

Now we too distant like a yard ruler

Ya friends strung out, always got they tongue, ass out, and they wonder why they baby daddy’s Paypal.. gotta son they don’t even hey pal.. don’t even think how

But you different here’s how, you a dollar cash cow 

You're an acres of diamond in my back yard

Angels watching like a body guard

Thirst traps coming really hard

Is it really yours? Or would you take a loss for any braud


This your opportunity 

To hear my stories

Walk on this road with me

To see my heart


Do you still love me or you love me no more

Do you still trust me or you trust me no more

Do you still want me or you want me no more

You used to call me now you call me no more

You used to text me now you text me no more

You used to @ me now you not even  sure

Used of invite me now you tell me how how it go

Do you still love me or you love me no more


I’m prolly different then then man that I was

Since I was christened only God is the judge

Ain’t move a muscle when the devil tried to budge

The time is ticking any moment shit is up

You used to love it when I  grabbed you on the butt

The way I fuck you I got up in your guts

I kiss up on you too .. get nasty with my tongue 

I bite and lick ya boobs.. They had a nigga sprung 

That’s how we left it too 

That’s how I like it too

Thick and tight, but lose

The way your body move

It’s things I’m tryna do

With you we’ll never do

With nobody else

Your body screaming help

I’m 5 star on yelp

She said I got the belt

I raised the bar and shelve

The cards she played been dealt

It’s things she never felt 

What can a nigga do

These questions from the truth

That’s been in search of you

I know my theory’s true

Just need to show the proof 

Just need a little more time with it

Tender love and some care with it

With a little change of mind

And a little act of kind giving

With a little dare mixed in

So she feel the rare feeling

That I bring to bed or thanksgiving

Is she wifey or is my head missing

That’s how I’m feeling


I know we far from perfect, but deserving of some spoiled love and focus, not any body but who we’ve chosen, to explore the motion of chromosomes in chorus.. in passionate intercourse until the early morning 

Passion is never boring.. this accidents worth touring, you asking I’m reassuring 

The action is worth more then the words can describe so why would I say more when I can bring it here for you


This your opportunity 

To hear my stories

Walk on this road with me

To see my heart


Do you still love me or you love me no more

Do you still trust me or you trust me no more

Do you still want me or you want me no more

You used to call me now you call me no more

You used to text me now you text me no more

You used to @ me now you not even  sure

Used of invite me now you tell me how how it go

Do you still love me or you love me no more

Love Me No More

Written, Recorded and Produced by Soulo Smith

“Bittersweet” Lyrics

Bittersweet by Soulo Smith

Written, Recorded and Produced by Soulo Smith


Let’s take a stroll


What’s on your soul

Sometimes it’s hard

When all your pain

Your fears and scars

Come down like rain

And flood your heart

And when it clears, somehow restarts

That open door not what you lookin for

Somebody died, another gone

Your family sick... need to stay strong

You got your own problems going on

You hate your job, it’s drugs at home

You got bills, your student loans

You need help, you feel alone

You scream to God, you thing he do you wrong


Life is Bittersweet 

Bi-tt-er Sweet

Yea Yea


Man

When I first wake up I pray to God

And then ride around base - head nod 

I got one hand on the steering wheel

The hand other hand on my cock

I scream fuck the world, and then why not 

To much trouble up on my block

It’s hard to trust law and I’m still ducking cops

Feel like the hate masked and the crime won’t stop

I ain’t never want violence between my squad

Over music, over women, over jealousy or gwap

Life ain’t always pretty... I’m still asking why

I ain’t look at life the same after Nipsey hussle died

A lot of things in this life still don’t make sense

How we get this far but we still ain’t make it 

Until revelation, but before it comes in 

Zion told me to bless you with this hymn 


First 

Rest In Peace (martyrs of the hate crimes)

I know that love, care and joy and more is the recipe (to a better a life)

And I understand (from traveling to this music land)

That the power of the father, playing drums in my band (And he only uses his hands) 

Oh- God- Oh God

Gotta buckle up... incase you fuck it up

In case you fall off, Be ready to pick it up

Like pick a cotton... I mean a stick up 

Oh, life knocked you down you better upper cut

Imagine the hardest thing for you suck it up

I struggle too... I just don’t give up

Arguments, pain, hits, stab, kicks, haters- i don’t give a fuck

I know where I’m going... I knew where I’m from

Life showed me through the veil some

Things I wanna see again - Um 

I Left some trails with these bread crumbs

Been a grown as man, since I was young

With the world in my hand and on my tongue

Tasted the juices, and it stung


Life Bittersweet 

Bi-tt-er Sweet

Yea Yea


Bittersweet

Too many things coming after me

One minute have the world - Majesty

Next second learned from catastrophe 

I feel like the chip on my shoulder, getting colder

So I threw it in the toaster ima eat it when it’s over

Roger that, like a soldier, ain’t believe me when I told ya

Here I told ya

There’s no after me, no before, not even next to me

Unless you are my family.. narrowing down all the friends of me

I just may hire my enemies

That's Bittersweet

"Close Calls" Lyrics

Written, Recorded and Produced by Soulo Smith


I don't waste time no more
Nice guy but the world turned me cold
Made a left thought it was the right road
Lookin back like where the fuck did I go
Lose a bitch over chasing after doe
I ain't never lose a bro over hoe
Maybe once but that shit ain't have to fold
If you fam then you always my bro, peace moe
Back to the business
After getting half baked and high smack off the swishes, coped a half at half price from my nigga
Either the tobacco or the liquor
Either money or the bitches
Either church or my hittas
Either broke or the riches
Being broke ain't gon get it
Niggas killing over mili ..nigga

Shit I had too many
Close Calls
Close Calls
Close Calls
Close Calls
Whether streets or the law
When shit hit the wall
And shit start to drawl
Had too many
Close Calls
Shit Drawls
Close Calls
Shit Drawls
Imagine how my life would be

If the devil had got to me
Bullshit done got to me

Might not even be here, might be dead lets be clear
I look in the re-ars, I switch up the ge-ars, To release my fe-ars
Huhhh

Might not even be here, might be dead lets be clear
I look in the re-ars, I switch up the ge-ars, To release my fe-ars
I'm more than awa-re, that I need cha-ir, to make them be-aware

Whether a shot, the cops, some drugs, a thot, Watch ur back
The block is hot, don't speed don't shout, that's almost
Whether jobs, get fired, relationship tired,
Shit Drawlin
The feds, the creds, for debts, or threats they callin

Close Calls
Close Calls
Close Calls
Close Calls
Whether streets or the law
When shit hit the wall
And shit start to drawl
Had too many
Close Calls
Shit Drawls
Close Calls
Shit Drawls
Imagine how my life would be

If the devil had got to me
If temptation had got to me

Imagine how my life would be

If that bullet done got to me
If that bullshit done got to me

I don't give a fuck tho
I just wanna fuck more,
Feeling more cut throat
Suck until your throat sore
After that I'll go - change the globe
With the cash flow or rap flow
I don't pick up phones.. I know the calls cold
What I gotta answer for
Unless it's money NEGUS
Shit I had too many

Shit I had too many
Close Calls
Close Calls
Close Calls
Close Calls
Whether streets or the law
When shit hit the wall
And shit start to drawl
Had too many
Close Calls
Shit Drawls
Close Calls
Shit Drawls
Imagine how my life would be

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Never Fade (Lyrics)

“Icon Soul” Lyrics