cos these days it's LIVE or die, give a fuck or move with the herd
cos when it's go time, these big cats leave room for dessert

and you see good guys caught up tryna save the weak
that's the way life goes these animals'll play for keeps

an my Natural selection, got me cookin up raps to perfection
switchin flows with spatula collections

and mixin in the rest just to add some flava!
i'm on a solo mission to be dishin raps to savour

cos you in hell's kitchen and i'm servin a hell of a meal
got that roast crisp and scratchings on records ya feel

and when that check comes you best not to try nothin funny,
and compliment the chef cos tommy's is value for money

ima workin class act who ain't favour social heirarchy,
slave labourin while fat cats sit by and watch me,

and it won't change so i ain't holdin my breathe,
but ima die and rot be-fore i let these hoe's get the best (8 bar)

See it's a better life we aim for,
insteada stuck with a bitter wife, a nipper and a riddle you ain't paid for

tryna configure what to do? whether you play ball?
or try to make it out the game before the game play you!

i end it all in a shot, some call it weak,
in search of more euphoric feelings got you soarin to peaks

but when i shoot it ain't nothin like a caliber son,
just gimme a beat, and the 16 i'll handle in one

startin a neverending cycle, where these cats try to sleep sippin nyquil
lookin down and missin sistines of michael

and the fact most the best go unnoticed for life
the reason vincent lost an ear to a shear for a wife!

sheddin tears through the night, tryna understand why,
the fuck "fair" ain't fightin it's just passin you by

and in your strife you ain't liable for actions let fly
you just stuck waitin seein if they batter an eye


SOUL TOUCHIN' / HOOK:

I keep 'em all watchin,
Cos yo i keep 'em on they're toes
so they ain't knowin where i'm goin till the flow droppin'

And there ain't No Stoppin!
cos they ain't even tryna go,
When that Gun sound they froze like they Stone Rockin'

And i keep on Bustin!
Whether Preachin' at a show,
or i'm just creepin' on the low it be Cold Cuhhzin'

And it need No Rushin,
So baby we can do it slow,
and i can penetrate ya Soul Now!


SOUL TOUCHIN' / VERSE 2:

You assigned to LUV what i'm doin with this, gimme a fifth, ima handle,
my Intuitiveness, like since the crib i been "Randall"

A monster with the Ink (.inc) game as savvy as Sully,
And on the brink of distinction i be keepin it Gully,

So don't blink son, you might miss a word or phrase,
that tie this bitch together like spinal vertebraes,

Straight up,
i'm the Alley Cat that purrr for days,
i rule this kingdom with an iron fist and hurt you knaves,

So we can- keep battlin' this "Prince & the Pauper"
fantasy where broke Mc's thinkin they "baller"

Cos they raidin them machines for the bling that they sport
And if they get they're chain snatched they just diggin for quarters
(ca-ching!)

So take no notice of my lack of the cheddar,
cos i'm "that cracker" that'll battle and ain't lackin endeavour,

so when the fact get to the matter ima stake my claim,
my flow-solid do the science- that's a state of change!

Now feel it - Cos i be "ice Cold"
and when i drop in with an 8 or a 16 they sa my name like it's "Miiike Joones"

But Tommy.P the LUV'll Come & unload,
and if ya bitch need a hug? you better hope i ain't home.

Cos it's a way of life, makin money just to pay for rights,
to have ya say, and if you ain't alone it's sparkin Labour strikes,

and when they formulate that's cause major damage,
i was born to make a name now i'm takin advantage!

So if you easy on the eye,
you'll appreciate the ease in which i grasp,
the need to keep it upbeat and with in ya ass

at that grass roots level where the snakes are found
unless they too busy in media trees to slither down?

so we it play it safe leadin the blind to new pastures
like with the beats, rhymes, rhythm and signs for you bastards

so sit and twirl , while watchin the world go round
while the rest keep it pushin till we world renound!


SOUL TOUCHIN' / HOOK:

I keep 'em all watchin,
Cos yo i keep 'em on they're toes
so they ain't knowin where i'm goin till the flow droppin'

And there ain't No Stoppin!
cos they ain't even tryna go,
When that Gun sound they froze like they Stone Rockin'

And i keep on Bustin!
Whether Preachin' at a show,
or i'm just creepin' on the low it be Cold Cuhhzin'

And it need No Rushin,
So baby we can do it slow,
and i can penetrate ya Soul Now!