Music video by Kid Bookie performing In My Soul. Kid Bookie In My Soul featuring Tech N9ne taken from ‘Cheaper Than Therapy’ the album out everywhere December 1st @kidbookie @TechN9ne vevo.ly/yHRkEi
The most successful independent rapper in history on a track with one of the rawest and most underrated rappers in history. The connection we have as musicians is astounding. This track is so much more to music than we can even predict ❤️
Hate to be "that guy" but Immortal Technique is both of those. This is fucking sick either way! Can't find the album anywhere though, dead keen to buy it
Corey Taylor knows T9 bc they collabed in the past having mutual appreciation for each others music. CT helps put Bookie on the map by collaborating with him. Then, CT releases CMFT Must Be stopped featuring Bookie and T9, now Bookie collaborating with T9. Now call me crazy, but I think Corey Taylor decided to make a music video just so his favorite rappers could meet.
Decent wage, relate to peoples pain You made me feel as if all that shit was no decent gain And fuck what people say, understood all I need to gain I used to have no self worth and now all I need is faith To lift me up from this weeks slump then go repeat again It's a vicious cycle, this life will make you feel real insane Or even worse, it could make a person wanna leave this plane And have all your loved ones then wondering when will we ever meet again Yeah I talk from my perspective everything that I should question And these times I'm tired of down-playing how I should feel If I could mention the jail cells that life would sentence If all eyes were mics and reckless, no wife is my intention [Chorus: Kid Bookie] I think it's something in my soul I think it's something in my soul that's telling me to go I think it's something in my soul I think it's something in my soul that's telling me to go Go, go I think it's telling me to go I need loving for myself because I hate myself [Post Chorus: Kid Bookie] Every little thing Every little thing I do [Verse 2: Kid Bookie] How many more times can I put all this behind my mind I don't trust nobody bitch so fuck you That goes for the women and men, I can't fucking understand them Everybody's off there fucking tangent and I just can't fucking stand them Running running, something coming, loving bunning because I love the escapism Can't be keeping a man like me boxed between no four walls man because I hate prison I ain't catering for anybody no more, oh your on the chase again Stick a stake in them, blood suckers looking at me I don't want no place with them I been honest I promise this game is a forest of knowledge I'm seeking my solace in sonics, no prophet could stop it As long as you lock it down (ain't no) stopping now One genre hopping 'round, one sound I'll be knocking down Walls that every single one of you mother fuckers created, it's like me bombing rounds So look at me now, stress in my eyes, inevitable when you're telling me lies Instead of a shine, changing the game plan like seven aside, thats terribly sly Removing aesthetic from imagery, similes silly applauding it really It's crazy and lately i'm feeling just maybe i'm ready to die because it's never alright [Chorus: Kid Bookie] I think it's something in my soul I think it's something in my soul that's telling me to go I think it's something in my soul I think it's something in my soul that's telling me to go Go, go I think it's telling me to go I need loving for myself because I hate myself [Post Chorus: Kid Bookie] Every little thing Every little thing I do [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Telling myself I'd never let you bother me Power is my policy but the mind is such an oddity Letting me know that God is me, up and above astrology Then turn around and demolish me Said I should display more modesty I don't think I should be packing a gun 'Cause I think I wanna blacken the sun Capping their lungs, unmasking a bum Are you really ready to do it and blast til' your done? Laugh at the one that is flapping their gums Never do you wanna be in the grass when you're done So I rap with the tongue, black mask and a drum That'll make a nigga deliver the gas then you're stunned Three dimensions never get lonely People labelling me sick homie Mind playing hella tricks on me Wish only to hit strongly in music but the mental sit wrongly The switch gon' be big hungry I give it to you not a bit phony But I gotta contain the insane Spit a whole lot of pain within strange I know that people see the banging ingrained I came to win thangs, I claim my grim brain So you don't want me to fight you cause I fight myself and thats on pairu So I gotta watch with a birds eye view Every little thing I do
