Sour Sou Songtext

von Ghostface Killah

Yo, cleanse me. Clean me of my sour soul I'm vicious.
My mind races from the satellite dishes.
No technology, this world's corrupt.
They can't feed me food for thought. I won't budge.
I'm a twisted individual; they say critical.
I say nigga I'm on top of my pinnacle.
Chess boards and swords, alphabetical dots.
My clan is Braveheart, I move like Paul ...
Sloppy. Go ahead and try to stop me if you can.
Your casualties of war get left in the sand.
I'm Ironman, a stone-faced killer with a mask.
Don't want the truth? Then don't ask. You couldn't handle the task.
Rigorous, my war face is one that God gave me.
Evil 'cause I looked all bugged-out and crazy.
Dusted, and ... drippin' from my nose-hole.
... nigga never catch me wearin' rose gold.