Lost Soul in Paris (feat. Astro Blacksmith) Video (MV)

I should start smoking til my soul's black
F*ck that Zerky be smoking until he goes black
Until the point you look at him questioning where he soul's at
I'm spitting for 2055 years so when it is that year don't call it a throwback
With some faith I only hope that
My life don't get left in a Twista
While i'm on Twitter
Wishing that I could go back
F*ck this world I cannot hold back
I keep it going feeding you knowledge
Food for thought until the point you f*cking choke fam
My ni**as be smoking that Blacka
Until their lungs become blacker
I'm tryna lead my troops
With the truth
Coming like my name's Shaka Zula
2500 Buffalo Soldiers standing in my corner
Indulging in sinning
Outside claiming we was holy but we actually sinned
In our minds we thought the world was some pot we could piss in
Word

All the pain and discretion it's just written in a verse
My mum saw realities of the world at a young age
What the devil left in a plate
We're just hidden in the church
Praying for a meal
A shame she couldn't get out her purse
We're outchea tryna make a killing until living in a hearse
Trying to be down to earth as possible
For the people dem
So when it comes to rhymes I ain't giving them any dirt
After that A B C waiting that's the most that they D serve
Word
To the rest
That imbed
Stupidness and lies
And to the 21 grams that leave your body when you die
Im tryna be a blessing to the land
I'm Rick Rubin
Humble student
But if I hear some bullshit you know Bzerk is being deaf to your jam
But hey
I can't fault
Do what you do for the bread
All the brain I be getting from groupies hope it don't get to my head
I ain't got groupies yet i'm speaking in the future tense
I've past many men
That thought I wasn't worth 50 cent
It's gift that i'm present
I'm not in the hospital choking and coughing
You know Zerky being close to his death
Rappers cant defeat me
You ni**as ain't even moving your legs
Uhhh

That's something you couldn't fathom
Do I need Christ by my side to show you guys that i've got passion
Even if Ferguson came back there is no way that he could manage
The way God designed my destiny
Exquisite Pattern
I'm just a lonely knight rider slowly getting heard with the talent
I got an eye for success when I tower with the rapping
Until then I'm just a lost soul walking around Paris
Tryna find love
Or tryna find a b*tch I finger f*ck
Until she's numb
Until the apple that's forbidden covers the sheets with blood
Now that be something
I'm tryna bring it back Pharell
These blurred lines have got me frontin
Back to the Labora-tory Lanez when I rap cuz
I told you its luv that's got me on these tracks cuz