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Soul Food

from The Architect by Apollo Piero

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lyrics

Hook
I’m marinated by the beat, I need to flow
My hands clasped and my knees to the floor
I’m trying to stomach everything I need a bowl
And I’ma keep eating till I feed my soul

And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift
Then we gon drift somewhere in the distance
And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift
Then we gon drift somewhere in the distance

Verse 1
Uh, I’m just driving down 40
Formulating thoughts man I’m halfway to 40
I can’t believe it, somebody pray for me
That the reaper never ever gon lure me
But I see through the forks in the road
Chicks that I’ve spooned, and backstabbing foes
Life’s a buffet, I need a plate load
And for all the salmonella, God’s the health code
And so I’ll feed my soul
No hater on this earth can defeat my soul
No, I just filet these foes
Dim lights and a beat I’m Bobby Flay of the flow
Everyday for the dough, no, I’ll never follow green
I got a green collar on, eating collard greens
Whole rivieras full of life and aloe vera
In my zone seeing double like Tia and Tamara, I’m gone

Hook

Verse 2
They say the right type of fruit can temp and hit the core of man
Bringing dark melon in like I’m sort of tan
And have me sitting nice like a Taurus van
Couple bright lights and a mic, I’m enormous
But these flings never did nothing for us
And I feel moss on my back like Sinorce
So I’m indulged Sunday like Portis
To bounce from the racket like Boris
Or maybe Bjorn Bork
Most rappers don’t touch me, I’m beyond bored
With their hot sauce hooks, lyrics wit no calories
Low fat diets, they just in it for the salary
But I’m hungry, they can’t stop me
Rap appetite yea ya boy Kobayashi
So I’ma take a plate of this hibachi
And I will make it, just watch me

Hook

Verse 3
You see we lust for the sweets, life could be sweet
If I could just have a yacht, couple chicks I could keep
A whole lot of cake, a house with a foyer
But the sugar looks good, but it aint good for ya
And so I’m trying to eat this Broccoli
But I’m stuck in the game like Hochuli
I need a referee, I need some bread for me
I try to eat but ain’t nothing left for me
Cause I’m eating in the wrong place
I got a whole bunch rubbish on my plate
So I’ma let my faith
Re-align my taste buds till I’m straight

And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift
And then we gon drift somewhere in the distance
And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift
And then we gon drift somewhere in the distance

Outro (Bobbi) x2
Can you feed my soul, can you feed my soul
If you ain’t in my life, I ain’t got no where to go
I’ma fly away, I’ma fly away

credits

from The Architect, released January 24, 2009
Produced by Proper-T
Written by A. Rooney
Performed by Apollo and Bobbi Ruffin
Recorded at UNC Studios, Chapel Hill, NC

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Apollo Piero Wilmington, North Carolina

Apollo is a student of hip-hop driven by creating honest, introspective and socially conscious lyrics that explore the multiple dimensions of his life experiences.

A Tar-heel born and bred, Apollo is much more than a Hip Hop artist. He mentors inner city youth, teaches HS math, coaches Varsity Bball, and serves his church as a youth pastor. He has dreams to build a revolutionary school.
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