The Extra Mile Songtext
von Soul Position

Yeah, in this corner, we got the undisputed champs of hip-hop
Soul Position, RJD2, on the beats
Blueprint on the rhymes
Versus everything that sucks about music in the opposite corner
See what′s up


See Print pollyin', three-card molliin′
Ridin' in an old car 'cross the metropolitan
Prolly in a hot broad′s face straight hollerin′
Everytime he make a move, y'all wanna follow him
Haters say they wanna do bodily harm to him
Players hold they hoes close cuz they all swarm to him
That′s the norm for him, they keepin' it warm for him
Hit that, sit back, then dip in the morning wind
Just bought a little crib, shit he ain′t goin' nowhere
Columbus a-bus till he die, he enjoyin′ it here
All his boys is here, all the toys in fear
Walk into the bar and get cheers like no one was there
You take a L cuz you corny like Cliffy Clavin'
Can't seem to keep your misses from misbehavin′
You be keepin′ 'em waitin′, he be keepin' ′em naked
People been debatin' about who they think Print been datin′
Stay out his territory, wait till he tells a story
Better that you only know the master of ceremony
Phony students movin' way too slow for class
Get left back a level until they make grades that pass
Take off your white tee, wave it, make it a flag
Failure is likely, embrace it and save your ass
No matter what the haters say, he's still gettin′ major ass
Take ′em to the pad, get 'em naked and smash
In the sack your dame loud like Dame Dash
To top it off, dog, she tote around insane ass
My game crash but she still give me the brain fast
She a Rhodes scholar, got her on a straight path
Plus my song′s strong, I put it on a pawn
Who talk big willy but his bank account's overdrawn
Another borin′ song goin' on and on
Your thoughts ain′t worth the cheap paper you wrote 'em on
Hold on...
Catch your breath while I go on with the song
I'm at home on any block, the blacktop′s my backdrop
Find a wireless connect, pull out the laptop
Then broadcast live to the world outside
Songs that right the wrongs and smash the lies
Y′all can't match the vibe my rap provides
I uphold the code y′all bastardize
The kinda guys that I despise
You lost in the sauce but my thoughts to God
Shake you, wake you, take you for a ride
Slide you offside for scribin' the wrong rhyme
And pickin′ the wrong time for spittin' the whole nine
Do an about face and scurry up out place
Hurry inside home, a flurry upside dome
There′s a reason you're not known
Plus, many games gettin' played in this inner city maze
Turn the other cheek and still catch a left to the face
Put to rest, what a waste, shoulda left
Or put your best foot forward faster, now meet your master

Deeper, than the stare of a man that lost it all
Longer, than the outstretched arms of the law
Wider, than the eyes of a newborn child
We′re committed, to go the extra mile
Deeper, than the stare of a man that lost it all
Longer, than the outstretched arms of the law
Wider, than the eyes of a newborn child
We′re committed, to go the extra mile

Just like we expected, another victory for the defending champion
The undisputed champ, Soul Position
Who's next? You have no idea
They better bring it, them boys ain′t playin'
Not at all