Magic Heart Genies ( Myka9, JtheSarge, Dj Drez)
Album: Heatifact
Year: 2008

Lyrics and Credits for:

Track 9, "Save My Soul"
Lyrics by M. Troy and J. Smith
Produced by the Magic Heart Genies
Scratches by Dj Drez
Recorded at One Wise Studios, eureka, Ca.

Myka 9:

Give me the beat box to save my soul.  The block getting hot and my heart getting cold.  My gwap made a stop when my knot got
a grow.  Im black down and I'm looking at the front door.  I got a motive and explosives for them fools who want war and for 
them dudes that won't go, I take em' out with a flow.  And if the penis is a sword i got 300 or more ready willing and able
m.c.'s that will do you for shore.  It's something magical about a rhymer learn and explore.  Concerning the road, turnover 
night success on a tour.  Addressing the scopes of fans, adoring jams ou pour of hands encores in Japan, yeah your the man.  
But, just a flash in the pan.  Suddenly poor once more asking for can goods so you can rhyme and record.  Studio time getting
harder to afford.  You grind for those basic necessities that you need from the store and then find by the friends and the 
family your ignored and then wind up sleepin' low on somebody else's floor.  But you climb up out your hole and get back up
on billboard.  Yet in your mind your affraid to be that dude with no dough.  Now you're trying to be a player, but inside you
a trick.  Don't put behind where you came from and don't spit on your soul.  Cuzz out of nine broke friends I wasn't bound to
be broke, and its a thin line between the love and hate with your folks.

Chorus:

Give me the beat box to save my soul.  The block getting hot and my heart getting cold.  Cuzz out of nine broke friends I 
wasn't bound to be broke, and its a thin line between the love and hate with your folks.

JtheSarge:

Watch Magic Heart make a mark!  Do it big with first drop and then skylark.  I seen it many times before, getting drunk at
the liquor store four times a day.  Forgetting what you say.  Switch to freestyling and then call it a wrap.  Now you getting
no daps for disrespecting the craft.  You ain't signing autographs or making appearances.  YOu signing contracts with punks 
just to keep you in the biz.  They getting dumb off the thizz.  Blowing brain cells instead of minds.  A real M.C. surpass
his prime, loves to shine.  Hit stage after stage, internationally paid, fill up a page, blowing fumes, recording for days!
That's the buisness!  And don't take it for granite.  Granted the enchanted, encrusted genie harp-like, lite-like lantern.  
Consisting of mostly garnetts and crystals regenerated from starving artists that miss you.  wish you were here.  Come and 
spit the nectar of this sweet mic device.  At a low low price!  And do it for the love and stop thinking your Christ.  Cuzz I
know a couple Magic Heart Genies!

Chorus:

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