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Black Soil Project - On and On
(from the album Ulterior Motive)

Verse 1 (Ms Tasha)
If, verbally I invade your mentality
and reward you with metaphors stacked on similes
could I, continually get with you intellectually
to unleash the truth about one's spirituality?
If, the delivery was done skillfully
would you stop harassing me about being an MC?
repeatedly I beg to get on, flow when I'm on,
hold the microphone until the end of the song
cause when the beat stops the lyrics will keep going
the word imbedded it seeks (?) time and keep flowing
pouring like sunshine catch what comes to mind
step off the porch embrace the day with rhyme
my time is purposed the plan is to shine
subtract me and meet the Creator of rhyme
now, on and on and on it goes
and it won't stop cause the word flows on
energies kinetic spoken thru the prophetic
transport the light until it becomes an epidemic
sublemic deliveries transparent mysteries
walk like an apostle without contingencies
eventually time will rest and yours will pass
today is mine and day will last
on and an on and on on and on and
it won't stop cause the word flows on
energies kinetic spoken thru the prophetic
transport the light until it becomes an epidemic
on and an on and on on and on and it won't stop
cause the word flows on

Verse 2 (ryan)
We walk the hot sands in caravans to foreign lands
with plans to understand the better man
when brethren be acting funny like Letterman
I let em in lead and proceed like medicine
we threaten our own kind when we're blind
I like to find time to reflect the sunshine
the only thing I call mine is my name
when it pours it rains I've lost and gained
but I somehow always kept it artistic
represent soul like the Stylistics
these linguistics are semi-scienctific
nice and precise but not that specific
however I flip Atlantic or Pacific
I hope your plans are to get with it
I said it before and I'ma say it again
the only thing I take with me is my name: Ryan
placed on this earth and dusty path
just to give you assistance to the math
make sure you get down to the square root
wasted life is like a gun that won't shoot you nincompoop
I thought you was a scholar lose my voice if I holla
so I scold you like your father
the potter will mold the clay even if He's got to sit
it down the day It goes on and an on and on on it goes
and nobody knows where its all gonna stop
but we got hip hop got the microphone stance
guaranteed to make you dance if you give us a chance
it goes on and on and on and on on and on and on on and on
it goes on and on and on and on on on and on and on on and on

Verse 3 (soulheir the manchild)
i'm on time like punctuality well dressed on a first date
on point like heroine needles that stick you in the worst way
Add me on like another year on your birthday, words online
I'm on the tip of your tongue and on the top of your mind
I'm on the jock of original thought and killin em soft
I'm on the phone with these record execs that are pissing me off
My mission, to talk sensibility from here to New York
And make sure the steps God ordered me are still in the walk
It goes on and grows strong with every waking moment
Rats on a running wheel of feeling gain no ground on atonement
Zone coastin, home hostin vagabonds on paper scrolls
Got timeless manuscripts etched on the back of my soul
The world's faceless but still has more looks than totem poles
Hold my fear by the hand and just thrust it to the quicksand
Tell tales so tall they need a kickstand
And everybody looks the same so i can't tell which man is which man
And this man's too greedy, and this man can't see me
And that man broke into my house and left with my TV
So here I am, with a sight so strong that i might be gone
I'm yelling at the moon because the night's so long
I write this song with the knowledge that it might go wrong
but it's alright cuz life goes on and on and on and on on and on and on on and on but it's alright cuz life goes on and on and on


Verse 4 (rahlo)
Radiation from a black son penetrates your universe
light from a black star permeates the black dirt
my back hurts' trying to soften up the hard earth
thoughts flirt with disaster sizing up your worth
birth of a black man means a black death
I'm showing love to my people til I breathe my last breath
yo I rest in the fact that my relevance is felt
like getting stripped of your heat in a beef with black belts
welts from the slave master's whip still sting
but across this whole land black people still sing
bring flavor like fresh blackberries in the spring
cling to my pipe dream like Martin Luther King
I swing with my cats on 32 tracks
tectonic plates crack when I verbalize facts
got the knack to relax the wild beast like veterinarians
from studying the spiritual like a seminarian
varying realities will beat you black and blue
got you carrying more baggage than Erykah Badu
but if you only knew which reality was true
I wonder which door you would choose to pass thru
the bills past due it's 'bout time to pay the piper
revelation make a man drop a load in his diaper
a writer kicking black thoughts in your neighborhood
not black meaning bad but black meaning good
it goes on and an on and on on it goes
yo, only God knows where it's all gonna stop
yo I got hip hop and a microphone to blaze
so I rain grenades on parades and charades
that degrade the simple math and hide the narrow path
leading to the only place that's immune to the wrath
It goes on and on and, on and on, on on and on and on on and on
it goes on and an on and on on it goes
only God knows where it's all gonna stop
but I got hip hop and a microphone to blaze
so I rain grenades on parades and charades
that degrade the simple math and hide the narrow path
leading to the only place that's immune to the wrath
It goes on and on and, on and on, on on and on and on on and on
It goes. . .