Soul Food chords by Def Jef

SimplifiedAm · Eb

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
Probably the most important thing I'll say  (A minor) 
to you youngsters all evening
is what I'm fixing to say to you now,
and that is simply...
Golly, put with the ploy with the soul food
D -E -F -G -F in common with wonder
cause I'm in a mind binder
My people got it together,
but they forgot where they put it
The rap though a brand
and the rock drum drop
Sword on the slug
is what we giving you a drop of
So keep it moving,
sit between the grooves
and ride the record to the needle,
cut your head off
Soul food to feed the inner need
and the grown greed
I read the mind and redefine
the rhyme
and lead the line
Like a front man, not a stunt man
I don't take dives,
I just take five minutes to make live
Records keep hungry,
hip -hop is healthy and well -fed
Lyrics well -set, styles say years ahead
Like Egyptian scriptures,
to be specific
Hieroglyphics on walls or pyramids,
black man power lifted
Scientific, yeah, I got stacks of facts
And dope tracks and Hootie Macs,
so light it, relax
You've been faithful,
your head's full of additives
and preservatives
And that makes your lip service
nervous and conservative
So I'm serving this soul food platter
with a big feat
Dope rhyme schemes,
not hemlock screens or pig feet
No swinin' and dinin', just
timin' and rhymin'
The rhythm is rollin',
I'm holdin' the crowd and controllin'
I'm givin' them soul and spirit and lyrics,
you hear it, you get inspired
I'm gettin' the mood to write a rhyme,
or bite a line of this soul food
Fat bats and collard greens,
that's what's been told
Do you really understand
what we talkin' bout?
Do you really understand
Eb 
what we talkin'  (E flat major) bout?
Am 
 (A minor) The mic's my reality dagger,
stick the sucka up his dagger microphone to the ground,
make sure he ain't brown
and look at the hellbound drown,
body funky town found an oppie bussin' heads like walnuts
but all cuts come from dev
on the kick drum cymbals,
snare drum samples and horns,
soon as he gets warm
I get on stage and know we're gonna perform a self -seminar
my thoughts torment my mind's my mentor,
landscape's outdoor,
mentally we're indoor
our mission is optimistic
reincarnate's a wish,
to say we're livin' like the piano,
that ain't the realest harmony
never dawn on me, communication
Enlarge technicality, segregation reality
Love and peace analogy,
truth my artillery
To obey the big law,
then what's the jigsaw?
Our numbers are going down, yo I don't dig
Y 'all in the bright house,
tryna say the white mouse
Kill the rodent, that's bold and cruel
Pell attitude to unload on a black dude
Then pick up a tool
and wanna try our soul food
Ingredients is bits and pieces
of late releases
Mixed, put on a table
so I won't cock and eat this
I need to feed this, I gots to teach this
to the young and hungry that need this
You can't define me,
you're scared to sign me
You'd rather pick up those
who are left behind me
So many are parachuted
from my altitude
They just can't digest my soul food
Let me tell you something before we leave,
I keep my brain fed with
soul food knowledge
so I don't end up brain dead
My mind stays open to everything
from poetry to current events
What works against me,
so I know what I'm up against
And when they ask the purpose
of the plan I plan to pull off
I reply with a plate of soul food
they get for law
Funkin' with funkytown pros,
they some down bros
Mixed with the poet and soul
and the sound goals
It shows the power of the black
collective mind
Connecting lines to form effective rhymes
It's a sign of the times
when the kings meet
Let the truth be told in its whole
You've been let down the
yellow brick road too long
And those lies about your people,
they've been told too long
How you know that Adam
and Eve ain't a fable?
You said you don't give a damn,
but you don't look like Clark Gable
You ain't stable or able
to stand in this land
On your lonesome, to your own sum
So if you're in the mood to be torn
Cop a squat and bust a pole
But soul, food for thought
They got more to get us
Than this thing called soul
Fatbacks and collard greens,
Am 
 (A minor) that's what sex holds.
Do you really understand
what we're talking about?
Am 
 (A minor) 
You