[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo... hold up man
Lets take it back to fundamentals, back to basics
Too many cats out there just rapping, running your trap
You lack the fundamentals, man
You trying to go all the way to Z
Forgot about A through X and Y, you know what I'm saying?
The Y is very important. We're gonna splash y'all like this
Soul Position

[Hook: repeat 2X]
We got beats... unlimited
Rhymes... unlimited
Styles... unlimited
Now that we got ya listening'
Soul Position in the place to be
Just two turntables and one emcee

[Verse 1]
People like my music who say I talk too much
They used to say the same thing about Flav and Chuck
Every revolution starts with somebody loud
Somebody got to throw the first brick from the crowd
My momma used to tell me I should speak my mind
So why would I change over beats and rhymes?
But some of y'all change every LP
Now you gangster, you used to emcee
Or maybe you the art fag nose in the air
Or maybe you the double-time down-south player
I can't forget my abstract star track niggers
And fake battle rappers that only use writtens
It's ill what you see when you watch it from a distance
And how many people out there are really hypocrites?
Anything different they dis it, but Soul Position
(pause) still be keeping it exquisite