Soul Custody

[Intro: Evidence]

You good? (Statik Selektah)

Uh

[Verse 1: Evidence]

Verses just come to me, ayo, misery loves company

I shut her out til the angels wanna come for me

Daily missions in my city unaccompanied

Control of my soul, I got soul custody

The luckiest person I ever met

I wrangle with emotion and I tango with death

That's how I know life, throwing up my hands like a set

Two sides to every story, I'm just playing the ref

Left the drama in the rearview, ain't looked back yet

If objects appear bigger, I don't take 'em as threats

I just take what I get, even if it ain't much

And shift gears to come through in the clutch

'Cause I've been proving my love, words, captions ringing louder

Behind every shot I take like bullets and gunpowder

Behind every move I make I be watching you

Not a lot of time and lot to do

[Verse 2: Blu]

Verses just come to me like a spirit sent through a bumblebee

New World Color is my company, fuck with me

I'm tryna live comfortably, under a fucking tree

Controller of my soul, soul custody

Humbly I speak on my life as if it's only just one of me

Some things you realize suddenly

Who's gonna carry the weight if it wasn't me?

I keep a smile on but a frown's on underneath

I used to battle the summer breeze

Now I spit against the winter winds like always the winner wins

While the sinner sins, I repent, knees bent

In a mental place I visit frequent

I pretend everything is all good in pretense

But I'm blacking out at every event every time we win

Somethings you just can't prevent from happening

Like the summoning, verses just come to him

[Interlude: Blu & Evidence]

(Soul) Who's gonna carry the weight?

(Sou— Sou— S—S—S—Soul)

Who's gon, who's gonna carry the weight-weight-weight?

(Soul, Soul)

Who's gonna carry the weight?

(S—S—S—Soul)

Who's gonna, who's gonna carry the weight-weight-weight?

Weight-weight-weight-weight

(Soul, Soul)

Control of my soul, I got soul custody

[Outro]

What hood is this? Statik Town

What up, it's Crimefaces

And I know you're up late cookin' up right now

I seen your hours of operation holding us down during quarantine

You breathing life back into this shit, man

Yo, what's up with all these grown ass DJs playing kid music?

Yogurt 2 Danimal raps

Look, it's cool but I don't wanna hear it all the time

I don't wanna hear this TikTok, Snapchat, jamboree rap

We need grown man shit, that's what I need to hear

I'm hip-hop bro, I need to hear the tissue in the Memorex

This what I'm looking for

I need something to do pushups to, I need balance

They thought you was done Statik

But you bout to hit 'em with the bonzai