Sole Sole has Issues Lyrics:
[fan]
Hey, Sole, man! Wassup dude? Yo I came all the way
from the suburbs man! Yo I love your shit! How
about a free tape, dude? Support the underground!
Woo woo! Yeah man! Yeah! Yo man!

I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC
'til I'm old and gray Instead I wear a tie and fix
computers all day In this dream I trusted everyone
and I was in the spotline for the lifeline of real
life People are vampires and Sole only exists in
the nighttime Time is by my silhouette, tired of
being a harbinger of bad news Tired of paying
rent, and I'm tired of paying dues And I'm tired
of being polite, and I'm tired of not falling
asleep And I'm tired of morons that say I'm too
abstract or I'm too deep [drums]
Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought
Falling off the deep end without a bungee [Wooo!]
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight
Street are way too funky [true!]
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder
pioneer [Sole, wassup?]
With idle hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But I've got red hair and a fucked up beard,
overgrown goatee Been keeping it real, wearing the
same clothes since 1993 This world is an empty
refrigerator, full of wasted skin So I maintain an
empty stomach and magnets to place everywhere I've
been "But I can't understand why the world is
covered with frost queens with blue eyes"
Blazin' is good, and we can be winners, if we
compromise I'm always complaining, these'll be the
days when I get old Thanks to all the industry
parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats over
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit these songs in
a CD boxed set Signed rappers: if you're so dope,
then why ain't you been dropped yet? Kids say it's
all about battlin', and braggin' though it's
masculinity Freestyle means diddly, and cameos
provide validity [you don't freestyle]
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm
leaving soon When fools call up asking for the
promo department I'll connect you with the living
room [hey, hold on]
Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's
politick and speak-spearean We can talk about
rappers and discuss alien abduction conspiracies
Nonsense is fun, rhetorical conversations are
amusing When speech leaves book and industry
thought most find it confusing So smoke more weed,
and read more novels, and watch more cable And so
we'll still remain skeptical, cause sensible means

(chorus) Aiiyo I talk a lot of shit, I can back it
all the fuck up Get along, let's all hold hands
and sing the song So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey,
I can back it all the fuck up [Cause I love you,
and you love me]
And we're just one big happy family

Well it's day four, sentence six, [uh huh] and
everything is clicking People are cliquean and
talking cliches too much, touche Today I took a
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holy shower and washed away all my indecencies
Even sat in the sun, to try to cook up the beast
in me But it's still there, eating away on my
people skills But fuck it, we can build and I'm
not stressed out And play the field 'til I'm 'X'ed
out of every guestlist and put on every blacklist
Well, I guess that just means more names on the
'People I Gotta Diss' list I love everybody, but
I've run out of kind phrases So if I see you and
act sarcastic, take it personal, and personally I
wanna play the horses, but ain't got enough
gambling ends And I'd like to see the pigs, but
all of them got boyfriends We can be friends or
arch-rivals or we can share ideas Or sip espresso,
until we both have diarrhea A lot of people are
cool, and some are less intellectual I like having
a girlfriend and like them more when they're
bisexual Battle rhymes don't hurt people, battling
AIDS isn't enjoyable There's something about goth
girls in short skirts I find delectable So come
back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon
wearing three chains And I'll give you some more
stupid sayings to put in your keychains

(chorus with variations 2x)

[drums cut]
I've grown to love stability, [uh huh] been
anything but lethargic [true!]
Constantly increased abilities and found a soft
spot for hardship [so so]
Discovered that "enjoyable" and
"happy" are both relative terms [true]
Come to terms with the fact that while on earth
all people are worms [drums]
But hey, the early bird remains tracing the smog
and acid rain Actually, all acts of selfless is
serene rested in mundane I enjoy simple things,
like computers and tropical fish And indie artsy
women that succumb to my every wish Since the
devil's a misogynist I try to act like Too $hort
[biiatch!]
But if God was a bitch, I'd make it a point to pay
my child support But/And since I don't have kids I
can [simply] act irresponsible, Buy a grip of
useless shit/items, and eat foods that are
unpronounceable Keep me unaccountable, 'cause
counting my obstacles has been depressing And
undressing prime notions, that adolescent peers
teach me added lessons To the mass, [son] simply
I'm the God, in the earth Being from Maine has
been a blessing and being bitter has been my curse
The only cure: separate Sole from the ills that
spoil my surroundings You were raised in manure,
so it's only right that we be on our own shit,
sure And since I ain't shit, and you're convinced
to be in its elements Take part in self
degradation when you're facing Sole-ful eloquence
You've got a lot of time to think, that's not
necessarily a bad thing Just think of all the joys
a bottle of Windex, a pen and pad could bring I
say think before you speak, and think before
anything you do Or the next rhyme I write might be
about you, son they shook * [*vocal interpolation
of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]

(chorus with varations till fade)

[fan]
Oh.. oh.. what? Ohh, did you hear that? Oh, this
kid is crazy! Oh man.. oh shit. Listen man,
y'knowahmsayin'? We just chillin'.. chillin'
yall.. chillin'.. wooo.. Yo man, oh yo, just
fuckin' crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man.. Listen man,
you ever interested in some guns? Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy.. wants to hook you up!
Y'knowahmsayin'? Yo man, 'cause I know you're
motherfucking hard! Shit, listen dude, I could
hook you up with a gun, man! Y'knowahmsayin' cause
it's the underground, you know how crazy it is!
Lyrics: Sole has Issues, Sole [end]