Old Soul (feat. Chali 2na)

So won't you hit me like that Old soul The kind that makes you move your feet Won't you hit me like that Old soul I got a smile for everyone I seek C'mon and hit me like that Old soul You feel it but you cannot see Got my roots in the ground But my heads in the clouds And the rhythm in my heartbeat Now I've been thinking About the ways of the future Like how it's going to be For our sons and our daughters Until we recognize That we're all in this together Birds of a feather Well all our actions tethered I just want to rock again See my people gathering Be and be a part of The communities we representing Eternal optimist Taking it to the top again Radiate with blessings and Lessons Seeking of tolerance So how we gonna rise From the objects of our making When we realize That it's not just for the taking Habits need re-shaping Consciously awake Unified by the fire See the smoke slowly fade Power to the teacher Cause wisdom you must preach The worlds calling out But only you can be the mouthpiece Fueled by the knowledge Of the history we wrote now Watch me take it back to the rhythm So won't you hit me like that old soul The kind that makes you move your feet Won't you hit me like that old soul I got a smile for everyone I meet C'mon and hit me like that old soul You feel it but you cannot see Got my roots in the ground But my heads in the clouds And the rhythm in my heartbeat Some sheeple plagiarize the same page Whipping up the same craze Yeah we're all on something Perpetuated by the same rage Taking up the airways And now the subways bumping And all the while People hide behind their profile It's poisonous and vile Watch the thread keep running It started as a flicker Now the smokes getting thicker Before you're caught up in the muse Better think about jumping And now I'm searching for deliverance From the battle within Cause none of this is really making sense You're putting your faith in front of ignorance So where does it end I put my hopes in the river let them float Drop a flow on you sleeping til you woke Born as I am With the message in my hands Put my soul in the music let it soak Independently invented Way before the Internet Back when kids did not resent When music showed some intellect To get respect When you create You must predict And then perfect Your intention be originality Not inter-theft Don't plagiarize My lectures rapidly breathe Taste the tapestries And shine like an electric Christmas tree Lit expeditiously Inspiration takes me traveling through history Navigating lessons While unraveling new mysteries The serendipitous outcome What music's about son Your views are not confused or in doubt Nothing can match that old-school sound That can't be beat And it's the kind that makes you move your feet Now won't you hit me like that Old soul You feel it but you can not see Got my roots in the ground But my heads in the clouds And the rhythm in my heartbeat