
#1 Soul Brother (R.I.P. Sly)
Sooooooul! Yeah, we bringin’ that soul! Look out now, here he come! The soul brother is on the run! I’m the flavor in your chicken, that rich brown skin, Talkin’ sweet, talkin’ slick, gettin’ chicks with thick cocoa hips. Slide through the backdoor, dick in my grip, When I drop that flavor, all the bitches do flips! Pocket full of dope, high every afternoon, Ladies askin’ what’s that bump in my pocket? I say, “That’s just revenue.” From the hill to the stoop, to the downtown stop, We got it poppin’, call the cops, even they be passin’ the pot and drinkin’ shots, actin’ a fool doin’ the robot! “Who he is?” Number one soul brotha! “Is he the man?” Word to your mother! “What’s that vibe?” Funky like no other! “Who got the town?” Better run for cover! I don’t scratch, nah, baby, I soothe, Still got white dudes sayin’, “Damn, that boy smooth!” Harder than the struggle, odder than the plan, Smarter than the corner that raised this man. So clear that rug, let me cut that strut, Shake that ass in the air, let me see those butts! Soul brother’s here, no fear, no bluffin’ I ain’t braggin’, baby, I’m just somethin’. Wahhh wahhh soul brother number one… wooo! He don’t stop till the party is done… uh! Put some funk in your life, child… yeah! He’s the high in your wildstyle… yessuh! I don’t sing, I radiate, never hesitate to shine like a Cadillac plate, And when I slide up, even time show up late. A party ain’t nothin’ if I ain’t in the place, I make ladies from back in the eighties still misbehave! So if you hear me in the alley, on the one, Thank the gods and praise the sun cuz here comes soul brother number one. I’m nice, baby, you know I don’t front If it’s a hit that you want, then I pass that blunt. Number one soul brother! (Say what?) Number one soul brother! (Don’t stop!) Number one soul brother! (That’s right!) Number one soul brother! (All night!) He the one who make ya jump! Pop that trunk, I got some bags of funk! He the one they call when it’s done Soul Brother number one! Yeah, yeah, gimme some respect now! We talkin’ James Brown, Kool And The Gang, and Rick James on the stand! Tell The Gap Band they still in demand! Hot Damn, It’s a family jam. I’m that boogeyman here to funk up your plans I ain’t comin’ to fuss, but I carry that weight, If a brother gets slick, he might just meet fate. Motivated, lubricated, smooth when I slide, Honey said, “Boy, you my joyride.” Mr. Splendor, the backbend sender, Hot like The Mojave Desert in the month of December! Call me if you need that heavy funk spun I’m the soul brother number one, don’t front, come and get some! Soul! Soul! Soul brother number one! Soul! Soul! The party just begun! Soul! Soul! Light up them blunts! Soul! Soul! Let’s have some fun!

9 Comments
That’s NiceCreator 7w ago
Thanks bro! 🖤👍Nice name play on Thelonious Monk btw. Rest in funk to Sly! 🌿💨🍻✊
That’s NiceCreator 6w ago
Lol!🤣 Nice! Well thank you very much. 🖤👍 I’m just a lover of music and all of its genres. I appreciate the epicness of your comment!🌿💨🥂😁
JUSTJOSH 6w ago
Man this is really funny and funky too. These last few I've listened to are that perfect combo of talent and humor, like I said before. But through a vast range of genres, cadences and styles.