The Soul Pt. 2

[Oswin Benjamin & Radio Host] Alright man, introduce your song to the world. Let--let everybody know what you--what you're working with Hey man, what's going on? It is Oswin Benjamin. Shout out to Black Milk, he don't know me, I'm trying to get to know him, but he made this. So this is the "Soul pt. 2", hopefully y'all like it as much as I do [Intro: Oswin Benjamin (Singing)] I don't know what you want from me [Verse 1: Oswin Benjamin (Rapping)] Yeah, got a knack for rapping Knapsack rapper, heathen, pastor---gifted With no center, too much thinking on my selfish shit Colleagues amputees, see, they fall for anything and never do stand for shit Got a mental with the potential of seeing a heart that will stand for something Trying to attack my heart 'till the nigga ran far to the pine box I'm gon' tell it like it is, no Sanford and Son Got a foot full of ones, aim for the life, and a path full of guns With a mind full of mud, pull your mind with a verb and a word every time I'm aligned with the sun With the mind that's divine that's deprived of the funds too surprised when the checks don't come, uh How do I remain positive when my talent is bigger than the negative that I withdraw Hoping I see God, thinking of a way to let my mind recharge Trying to off me so on this balcony, I'll be Martin to y'all More often than not, more on than I'm off, more sure than a beach, more faith than a Pope More dope for your veins, and the name you don't say in vain Need a shoulder to lean on, my soul feel depletion, I pledge allegiance to God to get rid of the demons Locked inside of me the faith of legion I need completion, I need a reason I need to believe the region of the soil I'm gon' plant my seeds on Read Ephesians to the kingdom, I know it's not me, but I'm still a dreamer from a long bloodline of leaders And we believed in ourselves when no one believed us, my God Protect your self with the Cotex, I'm a pharaoh with these hieroglyphs Written on your minds like mine can decode that, visual without a Kodak Niggas dying to be fly for the price for a toe-tag Stigmata, nigga, hold that, buffer with the flow Stay polished, this competition dorsal how they hold back, truth This 100 proof, speaking from the soul, that ain't nothing new They'll learn everybody that claiming they fuck with you don't fuck with you, and love just a syllable, don't trust 'em Don't trust me, I don't know why she feels so lucky 'Cause I know me, but I keep me low key, don't judge me The real me so ugly, if I show you will you still love me? Will you still love me? Kiss and hug me? Fuck with me or fuck me? Will you still love me? I don't even know no more, I don't even know no more 'Cause I'm lost, and I don't even know where to go no more The rain never felt like this, I ain't never been myself like this I ain't never knelt like this, I ain't never prayed like this I ain't never smoked like this, I ain't never drank like this I ain't never sank like this, I ain't never slept like this I ain't been depressed like this, I ain't been stressed like this I ain't been cursed like this, I ain't been---never been blessed like this No funny shit, I ain't never said it with my chest like this I'm the best man, I did it No Eli Porter just me and my niggas, God as my witness So fuck all these hoes, fuck all these bitches [Outro: Oswin Benjamin] What's good with your soul? What's good with your spirit? What's good with your soul? What's good with your spirit? Goes to my soul then I don't get near it Then I don't get near it Gone to my soul then I don't get near it What's good with your soul? What's good with your spirit? What's good? What's good? Can you tell me what's good? Can you tell me what's good? Can you tell me what's good? What's good with your soul? What's good with your-good with your spirit, good with your soul? What's good with your-good with your spirit, good with your soul? What's good with your spirit? But don't taint your soul And don't get near it, no No, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no *snap* Word, uh Don't think about it too much Don't think about it too much Don't think about it too much Yeah, snapping, uh Don't think about it too much [Oswin Benjamin & Male Radio Host & Female Radio Host] Shade 45, man That's a hard record right there Soulful I like it. That shit's crazy! Thank you, man I'm looking at you like you a alien, or a different dude or something. Who is this guy?! I met him before, but I didn't hear this shit! Crazy, alright pause, stop the music. Can you say some of that really slow. 'Cause it--it was going so fast that--some of it, you know, I won't get it 'till probably the third listen. And I don't have time to do that right now I need to get it now I got you Can you do it slow for me? Um, I got a knack for rapping. Knapsack rapper, heathen, pastor---I'm gifted, with no center, too much thinking on my selfish shit. Colleagues amputees, see, they fall for anything and never do stand for shit. I got a mental with the potential to see with the heart and to stand for some