King Ugly - Soul Khan

Sound man, turn me up in the monitors

First things first, though, peace to anonymous

King of the uglies here to beat the Adonises

Like who crucified you and made you the god of us

Slow down, Soul, now please, keep it positive

We just want to give away a dream and a scholarship

Please, what a pile of shit, no matter how you polish it

Just to flip a fucking burger he needs a doctorate

If he only has a bachelor’s

He can intern while he works up to a spatula

Actually, I’m exaggerating but ain’t it bad enough

When you’re packing a mac just to get the cash for that Acura

Out your

Mind if you think you can fly away on

Falcor

There ain’t a place you can hide cause they will

Outsource

Anything you’re willing to buy unless your mission in life

Ain’t just about yours

Hook:

I’m waiting for the one day

When I can take the subway

And never think of jumping down

Across town is the gunplay

A father where his son lay

I want to leave this country now

Pack it up, pack it in

If we’re gonna ever last

Separate your head and ass

From the packaging

What you here to find?

The path or the pathogen?

I’m the x factor that you neglected to factor in

I could be the last man standing with a missing limb

I promise I’mma keep fighting like Pacific Rim

But a rapper dissing me, I ain’t dissing him

I got problems like why my mama’s been getting thin

You don’t read, so tweet and it weep

While the world keeps turning like Jesus' cheek

And too bad if you’re that Keebler that’s sleeping

Inside of the next tree the beavers’ll eat

Call Mr. Martin

He can’t stop grieving

‘Cause they picked a mad man

Above a boy not breathing

All the good will in the world ain’t gonna pick me up

Off the bathroom floor and save me