LifeTime
Soulsister Lyrics


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"Say one for the treble, two for the bass
One for the treble, two for the bass" [x2]

"Say one for the treble, two for the bass" [x6]

"And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho
When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" [x4]
[Lord Jamar]
Well everytime I rock a rhyme that show Jamar is intellectual
Girls, STILL wanna get sexual
They try to pull me offstage, hopin
that we can engage, in some sexual escapades
Grabbin for the jewels of the fam
Actin like they never seen God rock a jam
in they lifetime, grabbin my lifeline
To flow fluid like Alaskan pipeline
Now brothers get jeal' when they see the God swell
Mad, cause we got your girl under a spell
Me and her had a talk, and yo she said she wouldn't tell
Now I got her on a train on her way to New Rochelle
Your girl wanna stroke but yo I didn't provoke
Now I got a leg behind a head and a yolk
("Now girl flex, time to have to sex")
And next time bring a friend for my man Sadat X
And Sincere, who's hittin honies from the rear
Goin strong, lastin long, cause he drinkin a stout beer
We don't fear if your man blood boil
Cause we know a place with some nice soft soil
So check the heartthrob, proceed to rob ya 'ho
By the way, we rocked the show

"One for the treble, two for the bass"

"Say one for the treble, two for the bass" [x3]

"And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho
When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" [x4]

[Sadat X]
A quick move at a jam, homegirl got her hand
in my pocket, yo' girl, the one you call squeeze
Dreamin bout the X and ruinin her sheets
I'm kinda cool black, aight?
I mean I'm straight on the girl tip, but when your girl
do a dip with her skirt on you know I puts a hurt on it daddy
So check it. you know the crew that wanna act like that?
Wanna play the front with the poom poom fat?
Talk about your man, yeah yeah he got a gat
But at the end of night, you in the ho-tel
And if you ain't alla of that, you play the mo-tel
Yo I ain't the one for it if you can't control your girl
Take her by the pants and put a lock on it
And if that shit don't work, then throw the glock on it
Mad stacks and numbers but I can't remember faces
Much less places, but I DAMN sure know the races
Strictly for weaker or a sweet soul sister
Be thankful that I didn't hit your girl I coulda DISSED her
But I lounged and maintained
But don't front cat, yo don'tcha slumber
I still know honey and I still got the number
So you be cool aight?

"And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho
When I'm on the micraphone doin my show" [x4]





"One for the treble, two for the bass"
"Say one for the treble, two for the bass" [x9]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Soulsister's song Lifetime are filled with iconography and vocabulary that are not only detailed but also inclusive with a broad array of themes. The first part of the lyrics is an entreaty to the audience to repeat the phrase "one for the treble, two for the bass," which is a classic hip-hop call-and-response trope. The song's actual discussion is about a rapper's life on the road, where he encounters women who come onto him aggressively. Jamar implies in his verse that his status as a rapper makes him attractive to women. Despite her boyfriend's objections, X meets up with a girl whom he met during a performance in a hotel room, and he hints that he is willing to cheat with anything. No matter your interpretation of the song, the lyrics touched on some of the harsh realities of sex, which is a topic that many songs tread around or avoid.


Line by Line Meaning

Say one for the treble, two for the bass
Let's get the rhythm going with a countdown - one for the treble, two for the bass


And I'm guaranteed, I'll steal ya 'ho When I'm on the micraphone doin my show
Whenever I'm performing, I'm so good that I'll win over any woman in the crowd and take her home with me


Well everytime I rock a rhyme that show Jamar is intellectual Girls, STILL wanna get sexual They try to pull me offstage, hopin that we can engage, in some sexual escapades Grabbin for the jewels of the fam Actin like they never seen God rock a jam in they lifetime, grabbin my lifeline To flow fluid like Alaskan pipeline Now brothers get jeal' when they see the God swell Mad, cause we got your girl under a spell Me and her had a talk, and yo she said she wouldn't tell Now I got her on a train on her way to New Rochelle Your girl wanna stroke but yo I didn't provoke Now I got a leg behind a head and a yolk ("Now girl flex, time to have to sex") And next time bring a friend for my man Sadat X And Sincere, who's hittin honies from the rear Goin strong, lastin long, cause he drinkin a stout beer We don't fear if your man blood boil Cause we know a place with some nice soft soil So check the heartthrob, proceed to rob ya 'ho By the way, we rocked the show
Every time I perform and make intellectual rhymes, women want me even more. They try to get close to me, hoping for sexual favors. They try to touch my family jewels as if they've never seen someone as good as me perform. Women grab me and cling to me like they will never have another chance to meet me again. Now men are jealous because we have their women under our control. I even got one woman to come with me on a train to New Rochelle. I didn't provoke her to do anything against her wishes, but she is doing things with me that she doesn't do with anyone. Bring a friend the next time you come to my show. Sincere is also having success with women because he drinks stout beer. We don't fear men who might get angry with us because we know a secret place for sex. Come check us out and maybe we'll steal your woman while we're at it.


A quick move at a jam, homegirl got her hand in my pocket, yo' girl, the one you call squeeze Dreamin bout the X and ruinin her sheets I'm kinda cool black, aight?
One time at a concert, a woman put her hand in my pocket, trying to get closer to me. She's probably the one you call your girlfriend. She's been dreaming about me and maybe I'm the reason she can't sleep at night. I'm pretty relaxed about it, you know.


So check it. you know the crew that wanna act like that? Wanna play the front with the poom poom fat? Talk about your man, yeah yeah he got a gat But at the end of night, you in the ho-tel And if you ain't alla of that, you play the mo-tel Yo I ain't the one for it if you can't control your girl Take her by the pants and put a lock on it And if that shit don't work, then throw the glock on it Mad stacks and numbers but I can't remember faces Much less places, but I DAMN sure know the races Strictly for weaker or a sweet soul sister Be thankful that I didn't hit your girl I coulda DISSED her But I lounged and maintained But don't front cat, yo don'tcha slumber I still know honey and I still got the number So you be cool aight?
Listen up. You know those guys who try to act tough and impress women with their wealth and weapons? They talk about how they have guns but at the end of the night, they end up in a cheap motel. If you can't control your woman, then you need to lock her up or else I might have to use a gun on her. I have a lot of money and women, but I can't remember most of their faces or the places I've been. I'm only interested in a woman who is sweet and not too strong. Be glad that I didn't insult or disrespect your woman, even though I could have. I'm relaxed and cool about everything, but don't think I'm not aware of what's going on. I still know many women and their contact information, so be cool with me.




Writer(s): Paul Anna Michiels, Jan Anna Leyers Copyright: Siren Music Bvba

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