歌手:The Underachievers
专辑:《Indigoism》

作词 : Marlon Fung/Akeem Joseph
作曲 : Rich Flyer
Gold Soul Theory -The Underachievers
A rebel who went searching for treasures in his soul
Fishing for gold I found the key to unlock the door
To my mind's gate hidden with some hieroglyphs
Told me 'bout my future and my past and that I should get
I should get
To light workin'and get up off my a**
I'm on a path to move the masses spiritual tactics
Soul masters you bastards spread it through classes
Live your life free ni**a if you surpass this class b**ch
LSD got your boy feeling acidic so hazardous
Elevated mafia flat bush zombie familiar
No dumb niggas on our roster bruh
Finna wreck your team if you not with us
Beast coast ain't no stopping us
We f**k with the west like 'pac and 'em
But back to the story of the old me
Rep for the young enlightened niggas livin'lowery
Smoke a little tree pour a little bit of OE
Keep me in my zone like a mothaf**kin'goalie
Holy sh*t I'm a mothaf**kin'king ni**a
Black skin gold soul born to win ni**a
Living in the world filled up with glitter and gold
A ni**a could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul
His soul yeah ni**a his soul
You ain't living up your life that why your sh*t moving slow
Listen now get your back up off the wall ni**a
Ah ah now get your feet up off the floor ni**a
Ah ah now take flight up to the solar
I'm flying with the knowledge and a ni**a 'bout to go far
Generation of generals keep my word in my genitals
Gender roles ni**a I'm god as far as gender goes
Sell my soul never I'm gold word to gihanny golly
I be try me highly I doubt winning is likely sorry sorry
Pat Riley I'm strapped with jalapeno wraps
Mandingo sag your b**ch be loving that but f**k that
AK the savior elevate your brain to the greater spread that knowledge
Keep your soul but skip that told we done did hard labor for that
Gold and acres make them haters meet the maker
Cause they pose and fake it 'til they make it so ungrateful
To the og's OJ got 'em on sipping on some OE
A freak in a skirt pom poms shipping for a dime
Tell her set her soul free
Freeze repeat rewind back to the time I was blind
Never I always incline the third eye
Recognized since a younging and the indigo that's inside
Show my signs as an early bird word I want what's mine mine
Living in the world filled up with glitter and gold
A ni**a could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul
His soul yeah ni**a his soul
You ain't living up your life that why your sh*t moving slow
Listen now get your back up off the wall ni**a
Ah ah now get your feet up off the floor ni**a
Ah ah now take flight up to the solar
I'm flying with the knowledge and a ni**a 'bout to go far
Get up on your sh*t you ain't living up your life
You's a f**king living god why you bowing down to Christ
You ain't knowing 'bout the golden gift that's trapped up in your mind
Gold soul theory indigo's on the rise