Shot Glass Magnified - Soul Khan, Sene

Ladies and gentlemen

Live from planet Brooklyn

The one and only, Sene

Now when I say «Sene» I mean

He’s seen a lot of things in his short lifetime

Most people should not see and most people should see

Know what I mean?

Honestly, I just wanna get

If I’m lucky, see the Rangers raise another Stanley Cup

Thank god for every penny, every twenty, every buck

Since money over pussy taught me how to ante up

Shit, I put that on yo mama, make a guarantee

I’mma find my first mill' before they ever find Osama

fo' really

Flyer than a hockey team in Philly, silly ganja

I paint dots every city I go

Made when collectin' that dough

It’s sad, my fam used to be embarrassed I rap

Now they know that he’s their only hope

Trying to duck landlords, dodging the Holy Ghost

Drowning in holey boats, washed ashore still breathing with a broken soul

I’m from a broken home, I keep my focus strong

So you do you and I’ll do me and when we cross the road

Expect a problem with your feet if we go toe to toe

I’m trying to move a couple heads up on the totem pole

I can’t be satisfied until my abuelita know

I got that Bush-Clinton-Rove-Condoleezza role

Enough dough that I can open up a pizza sto'

So let your mama, let your papa, let your preacher know

I can’t concern myself with shit

That sure tip, to each his own

Sometimes it’s too hard to read between

The lines that your own hand has scrawled

And the one that you most want and need

May be the one who’s last to call

First the slum village breaks up

Now every day I wake up

Somebody got a problem with Soul

But if you didn’t know Dilla

'Til there was no Dilla

Then we probably on an opposite road

Some thought this record store was just another stepping stone

But it’s a place that gave me more than you could ever know

A lotta big names claimed it but they never showed

'Til they saw the fat lady breaking out her metronome

You’d kill a man that brings a knife into a gunfight

I’d resurrect him with a vial full of sunlight

This music hustle got me fighting for my love life

Trying to make her understand that lightning never struck twice

My homie sene is getting twisted off the spliff aroma

I’m bottle tippin' honest Injun on my sixth Corona

It’s like we on a mission to discover different comas

Cause these days shit is uglier than women bowlers

I need to cool my jets before all this foolishness

Leaves me with nothing except by a stomach full of new regrets

I ain’t trying be the dolphin in the tuna net

I wanna be the Oval Officer that you elect

So I’mma hitchike the galaxy without a guide

I see the blueprint shine above the town in white

My eyes are green lanterns and behind my speech patterns

There’s a wailing wall of every blessing that I count at night

My shot glass magnifies this empty space I’m in

My shot glass magnifies it

My shot glass magnifies

My shot glass magnifies it

My shot glass magnifies

My shot glass magnifies this empty space I’m in