Soul Food Sunday ft. Michael Christmas, Paul Willis, MaceyOMaze, Macky Ukiyo & JASSIEL Lyrics

Collard green juice drippin' down my chin with a grin

Niggas descend but feel like life start hittin' again

Shit talkin' like I was with all my Michigan friends

Michelin man how they spin and end up sittin' again

My niggas pullin' up in Transformers

We all can't beat it, Jason Statham, some not transporters

I wish success on all my niggas like them Ed Jordans

Fish grease burn my lip but still I'm smilin' big

And you must've said something, he not a violent kid

And I can't be bothered with nobody else's shit

On some selfish shit, play like Mellow with the Knicks

Bitch don't hello nothin' shit, I'm tryna chill and eat my grits

I'm tryna eat these black eyed peas, don't be askin' for ID

Nigga you know me more than you know like who

Half the league, and know how I get down

I fuck around and masterpiece

Hip-hop is fine art and this a new renaissance

Elevatin' the art form to new echelons

When it come to the culture, I'm the paragon

Advanced cookin' with the cardamom

Set the ambiance, light the candles, grate the parmesan

Rustic dinners with Greek gods in the pantheon

Poetry from Saul Williams, let em ramble on

Phone's silent, still ringin' like a telethon

Just a liaison with the great beyond

Highway to heaven, I'm in a rose with the grape you want

Wife steppin' out her dress made of Chavon

Couldn't be more clear with a jumbotron

Fresh out, fire on the sands of San Juan

Every time we land, my test maker is moi

Can't feast without the fast like Ramadan

You want the fresh to last, rap like a marathon

From out the beam to stack the cream like we from Hollis, Queens

Some call it dough, some call it cheese, but I just call it green

Full plate for all of my fam, all of my dogs when we

Walkin' high, we talkin', if you a fraud then don't talk to me

Sturdy and stable, I'll be more than just able

Publicly broadcast and serve em' like we cut off the cable

That's PBS, kid don't step in, Macy been the best since

A high school freshman, when I tell the crowd to jump

They get up on they red and left shit, uh

We got that real soul, not Craig Mack but still kickin' flavors

Flavors up and your ear low, so here goes

Back in my element with tracks that burn slow

For sure, it's raw and intelligent

My mama said to God, fool, listen, calm down

Know how, know when, listen, come now

I rode round in a spaceship with all sounds

So calm down when I say, bro, you bugged out

Superstitious, that my pivot kinda dumped out

Like a cyborg, dropped the writtens, then went thugged out

Blacked out, know I'm walkin' heavy, I got dumped out

Last out then, had me wretched in my hometown

Pick a n***a quick, pick a n***a that can throw down

Harder than a king, Evie rockin' in your whip

Hell yeah, but you baby really chartin' off a six

That's Thad, that's Jace, the kid, but don't start with all that

That's Steve on a Phoenix, dark, blazin' through the night

That's me, don't you see when all my matters in the sky

I went right downstairs, they said, the food already finished

Damn, when my mama spoke, I said, listen

Ayy, huh, Jazzy and this bitch, I got her aggravated

Before I worry bout a chick, I got it at the basement

On my dohli when I roll in Poland

She know me, this mac on me, turn a n***a into macaroni

One time for the n****s that be acrophonin

Two times for the woman that I couldn't trust

Chicken chasin' collard greens for the Sunday lunch

I brought green for the town, baby, it's a munch

I can't believe they really doubted the kid

Jazzy really be that brother, more pad with the kid

Outside, I don't speak, I'm just observin' the strip

You hear more when you talk less, I'm learnin' some shit

And when they say that I'm in charge, just know I work for that shit

Pray to God, thank the art, and now I'm burnin' the spliff

Yeah, yeah, huh

Pray to God, thank the art, and now I'm burnin' the spliff

Uh, yeah

Takin' to church, how I'm servicin' shit

Showin' worship exists, tryna earn what I get

In the room with a spoon, makin' work, we can flip

From the womb to the tomb, we determinin' risk

I pray to the Father on a soul food Sunday

Got me goin' harder, cause I gotta see it some way

Can't help the hustle, it's real, it's red in my veins

Carried out through the struggle in all the pictures we paint

In the victory lane, yellin' money ain't a thing

We just want peace, maybe a piece of interchange

We just gon' see, seein' my team playin' the game

With a strong lead, that's the recipe for different days

But I'm still grateful that we stay cookin

Most of all, I'm just grateful that we stay lookin

See us sittin' round the table, somethin' of a dream

Somethin' of a music, catch us on a scheme

Uh, look, I got a thing for many things

Wake up and celebrate this life, we gotta figure it out

String em' on like string beans on a string

Chicken little, chicken wings

Drive through, I'm finna take this shit out

Soul food for the soul

Heart beatin' like a drum kit, you feelin' your core

If we ain't all eatin', we leave through the door

My bars go over walls, that just keep you in awe

I got the magic stick, candy shop, she comes through a mall

Make way for the leader with allegiance

From the court to the bleachers, all knowin

Unknown with the secrets, no preachers, no preachin

I'm speakin', we finna take that roof off this bitch

Keep on leakin', you'll be history

If history keeps on repeatin

Misery love company, I make that shit a mystery

If you ever try to come for us, my gods will do the hit for me

Low hangin' fruits in my garden, made sweet to me

It falls into my lap, I know that it was meant to be

Without havin' to force it, especially

My uphill trajectory, they might hate intentionally

It's that food for your soul, and they all want the recipe

Yeah

What

Yo, it's that food for your soul

And they all want the recipe, my nigga, for real

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Said, gather round the table, let the story unfold

This that gumbo flow, get to mixin' flavors with soul

From the block to the booth, I serve food for the G's

It's Roxbury where the streets don't sleep

It's Boston where the roots run deep

Pass the collard greens, please

I'm a spice it up like Tabasco with every word that I speak

No need to ask where the love at like the black-eyed peas

Just know that if you fuckin' with me, then everybody gon' eat

It's somethin' like gravy on the plate, the way I flow with these rhymes

I mix and mash it up, save it for later, let it sit for some time

Heard from the grapevine, it only gets better like wine

But some gon' hate, so don't you go and get to mixin' with swine

Now check it, I'ma do it, and I did it, and I can do it again

This ain't nothin' like cornbread to the hen

From the bury to the top, ain't no denyin' my pen

Soul food for the world, catered by me and my friends

I said, I'ma do it, and I did it, and I'll do it again

This ain't nothin' like cornbread to the hen

From the bury to the top, ain't no denyin' my pen

Soul food for the world, catered by me and my friends

Bon Appetite