B. Soleil - For Tha Culture (feat. Keisha Soleil) Lyrics

Would you please state
Your name for the court
B. Soleil
Could you please spell
Your first and last name
B-S-O-L-E-I-L

I was made for this
I was born to resist
The blood of my people
My spirit is lethal
Got love in my fists and
I know, I know, I know
You can't crush my soul, my soul oh no

I've got that Black girl magic
Black girl masculine
Made from a fabric woven in Africa
On my back is America
Oh my God issa miracle
That I made it off the block
That I got a chance to shoot my shot
That I'm not behind bars with a lock
But I got these bars on lock
How you hate my blackness but
Wear it on your back with a snapback
How you steal a culture
Sell it back but don't expect a clapback
Growing up Black is a testimony
Appropriate that you deserve a Tony
We melanin rich
It ain't always trappin' and shit

I was made for this
I was born to resist
The blood of my people
My spirit is lethal
Got love in my fists and
I know, I know, I know
You can't crush my soul, my soul oh no.

Hands up don't shoot
Put the gun down don't move
I ain't got a gun issa phone, officer
What I'm gon' do
I don't wanna die today
No, I don't wanna fade away
I don't wanna be a hashtag
I just wanna be known for my wordplay
I'm hella black like er'day
Like MJ's nose back in the day
Shoutout to the homie Fresco
Slanging them hats for the culture, yo
I ain't tryna keep it kosher, no
You got yo weapons
Well I got my selenite
You sell me hope
But I'll never buy the hype
No I'll never buy the hype

I was made for this
I was born to resist
The blood of my people
My spirit is lethal
Got love in my fists and
I know, I know, I know
You can't crush my soul, my soul oh no.
I was made for this
I was born to resist
The blood of my people
My spirit is lethal
Got love in my fists and
I know, I know, I know
You can't crush my soul, my soul

Im rappin' the truth
I'm talkin' to you
Each one teach one
Save the youth
Save the whales
Save the world
Behold Holy grail
Nah for real
Somebody call Pharrell
Tell him I am an alien too
I come with a message for you
Wakanda forever, my dude
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The darker the Negro the stranger the fruit
Billie taught me that
The struggle is real
I might call in Black
Lemme see you imitate that
Lemme see you imitate that

I was made for this
I was born to resist
Blood of my people
My spirit is lethal
I was made
You can't crush my soul
I was made
You won't crush me oh, no
I know, I know, I know, I know
You won't crush my soul

Pour one out for the homies
Pour one out for the OG's
Pour one out for the old me
That's dead and gone cue the eulogy
Pour one out for Trayvon, and Stephon and Devon
Pour one for out for Rikia, too
Pour one out for that kids future
Pour one out for my trans sisters
Pour one out for the damn system
Pour one out for the damn system
Pour one out for the damn system

Yo, this one's for Mike Mike, Atatiana, BB Hill

Do you swear that the evidence
You are about to give is
The truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth so help you God