The Séance - Soulchef

Raised in Palm Beach

A jungle of concrete

Always keep a gat at arms reach

Using my bomb speech

Hoping that all of my songs teach

All the non believers who false preach

Once you clutch money they all leech

There’s a day where you and your pops breach

Don’t burn bridges where you do not speak

Move with swiftness, follow at God Speed

They tried to knock me off my axis

But I mastered my craft, over 10,000 hours of practice

Now I’m point like the needles on a cactus

Fact is, I don’t boast how I’m better than most

I’m just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts

Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats

But don’t get burnt like fingers clutching a roach

Come correct when you approach and salute when I’m ghost

It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit

Hear the young vandal spit

Pressure, yeah I handled it

My mind’s not to ever be tampered with

It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit

Hear the young vandal spit

Pressure, yeah I handled it

My mind’s not to ever be tampered with

Deadlines never sweat it

Decisions never regretted

Codes of life forever embedded

Straight to success is the only place that I’ve ever been headed

Through your simple mind, get it

Or fall back

All of ya’ll please get off my ball sack

I promise I’d call back

Stuck in the 90's, I guess that I’m All That

And a bag of chips so now you know that I’m all Phat

Like the Farm Russell mass produced

The hardships I went through weren’t self induced

Deadly poison I’m a brown recluse

Don’t be clueless of the situation

Product of my environment and how I’m situated

Please peep what I’m saying with no hesitation

The premise I’m vacating, now do what I do like an imitation

What I’m insinuating, let’s get it popping like grease from bacon

It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit

Hear the young vandal spit

Pressure, yeah I handled it

My mind’s not to ever be tampered with

It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit

Hear the young vandal spit

Pressure, yeah I handled it

My mind’s not to ever be tampered with

It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit

Hear the young vandal spit

Pressure, yeah I handled it

My mind’s not to ever be tampered with

It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit

Hear the young vandal spit

Pressure, yeah I handled it

My mind’s not to ever be tampered with