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Ab-Soul

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MODERATOR
"#LTM"
(feat. Pat Brown)

"#LTM"
(feat. Pat Brown)



[Intro: Angela McClosky]
I brought you something close to me
And left with something new
See through your head
You haunt my dreams
Nothing to do but believe
Just believe

[Verse: Ab-Soul]
And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different
Long Term Mentality, still remember them cheap wood benches
How could I ever forget, I never could get
How niggas couldn't get up and get all they could get
Man I done seen a thing or two of things that she or he will do
To fit in with each other nitpicking at each other
Killing each other, bringing each other down
Crustations in a bucket, fuck it
Roll your windows down in your bucket, play this loud
Soul brother number fucking two
My time on these 1's and 2's
I'm on this track like running shoes
I dedicate this one to Cletus Anderson for working harder than the average man
Or bend over backwards for his family
Doing whatever is you ask for him
Shit, I know he fucking tired
He should be somewhere retired
Still trying, bills still due
And between me and you until we get a mill
Life smells like mildew

[Hook: Ab-Soul and Pat Brown]
Long term (This is long term!)
Long term (I'll help you suckas, cause I take it long term)
Long term (I came, I saw, and conquered)
Mentality, mentality, long term (And it's an honor)
Long term (To share this with you, wait no longer)
Long term (Mother fucker this is long term)
Mentality, mentality, long term
 
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MODERATOR
"100 Yard Dash"

"100 Yard Dash"


Everybody get the fuck down now
Soul in the building
Yeah, we taking everything
Everything you got

Hit the deck I need everything you possess
I suggest you cooperate for this tech
Send you to the doctor to operate
You complicate my scheme to get rich
I'll put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit
Look, when the chips get low, my fifth just blow
Anything that I could pawn, come about that, dog
It's money to be made and if you got it I'm taking it
Just run it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga

[Hook:]
And that might leave more than a rash
I'm coming for your ass
Please hand me the cash
Cause when I'm down on my last
I gotta re-up fast
Point me to your stash
Don't make me say it again
Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them
Frankly I'm a menace
In fact I'm ready to blast
So whatever you got, run it
Like a 100 yard dash

Coming for you
Don't let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in
You would get pulled out
Like my dick in these women when I'm finna bust, don't test my clout
Your execution is a must, no doubt
For the longest niggas been taking my kindness for weakness
But this trigger is killing me and I'm just dying to squeeze it
Fire for hire, don't let your murder transpire
Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire
I arose from the dark to claim everything you own
And there's nothing between us but opportunity and this chrome
It don't take a genius to know I mean this, so ante up
Before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada
Nigga

[Hook:]
And that might leave more than a rash
I'm coming for your ass
Please hand me the cash
Cause when I'm down on my last
I gotta re-up fast
Point me to your stash
Don't make me say it again
Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them
Frankly I'm a menace
In fact I'm ready to blast
So whatever you got, run it
Like a 100 yard dash

I'm wild with it, pistol whip whoever's in the house with it
Call the cops, tell 'em like a date, I'm going out with it
Give me the goods, give me the hand me downs
Tell your wife to pull her panties down
I need those too, what you gon' do?
Don't jeopardize your life, for the nigga hard body made of cement
Plus I'm loaded like this clip, off of the Seagrams
Lay you on the floor like granite
Granted your granny watching, I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em
Better believe it, my head's sort of off, shit
I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping
God forgive him for this long arm like Pippen
The cars honk but times is hard hard and I gotta eat
Give me the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks
Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes
Give me your stocks, your bonds, your blunts, your bongs
Your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly
You say I'm wrong but I'm deadly
That's dead wrong so I'm heavy
Like Chris Wallace, regardless
You're getting stuck up, pussy
Like a tampon with a handgun, push me
But I ain't on the swings, I got this infrared beam and it wouldn't miss a thing
Bow!

Chyea! Rose
I got you nigga
I want everything
I want the jewels, the watches, the bling bling, all that shit
All y'all little niggas getting your chains robbed
I'm on you
I'm just playing y'all, I wouldn't hurt a fly
Came out dope though
Carson arsonist
Yeah, it's funny that you say Carson-Carson arsonist
That's where you're from right? Carson?
Yes, yes sir
Where is that exactly? If I looked on a map, where would I be lookin'?
Carson is right in between Compton and Long Beach
Shout out to Carson, Del Amo, that's where I'm from though, DA
 
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MODERATOR
"47 Bars"

"47 Bars"


This verse was ghost written by Capital STEEZ
I’m high cause I fly with Loriana’s angel wings
Not cause I smoke weed, we in the era of the Pros
If you peepin' this your speaker Is worth 47 Karat gold, Soul
Yo, correct me if I'm lyin', you got a Hublot, but we both know
You still check your iPhone to tell the time
Only time will tell, you're atomic as my microscopic
You tryin' to spit a verse, I'm trying to crack the microcosms of the universe
It's all Mathematics!
I multiply division like I was fitted for glasses
The difference between me and you is
All you do is subtract, all my tracks sub
To sum it up that ain't adding up, I've had it up
To here with this shit I be hearin' These Days
Marvel Comics' superheroes in capes with marbles for brains
But I'm the Peter Parker in this World Wide Web
Spider senses tingling, move like I have 8 legs
I got next, cause I show them how to use their head
Rip the arms of a grizzly with my bare hands
I bet you play dead and I bet they think
That I'm delivering babies the way I bring in the bread
And I hate to address it but niggas wearin' dressses now?
Hey, it do cost a lot to live this here lifestyle
Cash money talk, bullshit walk a million miles
And I don't even write, where am I supposed to draw the line?
If skills sold, truth be told, I'd actually be Rapsody
Half of these niggas sell pussy after the
Top Dawg that mastered this craftsmanship
Ain't cop these Margielas to go back to the ave then Crip
To make you more jealous cause now we getting paid per view
Cash stacks in the plasma, that's a Pay-Per-View
And I still remember what Pac's Pop told us
"Keep your enemies close nigga, watch your homies"
And it's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, troll your insta
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya
My little sister just did molly for the first time
While I'm rolling with models, forgetting I'm a role model
Who else you know who shot across the whole nation
No MTV Jam or radio rotation
So don't ask me about Kendrick and Q
Jay Rock, Zaywop and SZA's sexy ass too
Cause I was thinking Long Term before I met them
I've been through Hell and back I deserve Heaven
And I thank all of yall who supported the 'These Days Tour'
For 47 cities there's 47 Bars
And this is the 47th bar
 
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fox69

MODERATOR
"A Rebellion"
(feat. Alori Joh)

"A Rebellion"
(feat. Alori Joh)



[Verse 1:]
See, I just wanna take my chopper
And aim it right at that copper
Just locked up my partner
...they can't stop us

I'm prolly all alone on this one [x4]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul & Alori Joh]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale

I'm prolly all alone on this one [x2]
Prolly all on this one [x2]

[Hook:]
Who's bold enough to rebel?
Re... bel
Re...
Who's bold enough to rebel?
Re... bel
Re...

[Hook: Alori Joh]
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn it up, play it again
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn it up, play it again
That's the joint
That's the jam
Turn it up
Play it again

I might all alone on this one [x9]

[Verse 2:]
I just wanna grab that heater
Run right in the cathedral
Aim it right at that preacher
For miseducating the people

I might all alone on this one [x4]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul & Alori Joh]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale

[Verse 3:]
I just wanna take that banger
And aim it right at my Maker
For placing me 'round all this danger
I can't even trust my neighbor

I know I'm all alone on this one [x5]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul & Alori Joh]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale

I know I'm all alone on this one [x3]

[Hook:]
Who's bold enough to rebel?
Re... bel
Re... bel

[Hook: Alori Joh]
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn it up, play it again
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn it up, play it again
That's the joint
That's the jam
Turn it up
Play it again
 
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MODERATOR
"Ab-Soul"

"Ab-Soul"


Guess it's got to the point
Where I just gotta spell this shit out for y'all, know what I mean?
See, y'all niggas hear the name Ab-Soul, right?
Y'all niggas think I'm supposed to be talkin' about mu fuckin'
The flowers and the earth or somethin' like that, know what I'm talkin' about?
I'm a real ass nigga though, on everything
Lemme break it down

[Hook:]
I said A is for the apple on the tree I ain't far from
B is for the bottom of the bottle of hard rum
Dash to the finish line, chasing the S
Which stands for my favorite three letter word (Sex)
O is for all the ounces of dro I consume
U meaning a unanimous decision of whom
Is number 1, leaving the L which stands for Love
I spread it like the blood of fallen soldiers above

You put it all together and you get Ab-Soul-
Lutely, the best, salute me or meet death
Like Gaylord Focker met the parents of his girl Martha
We're staring at you, will depart ya
Thats the 38 special
Commentary from the King author not the knights of the round table sponsor
But amongst the dopest the west coast has had to offer since the '80s crack epidemic
I play drums for the contraband
Matter of fact, hit me
King Blue you a fool for this one
I ain't even gon' spit, just drool on this one
My saliva's way liver than yours, rappers
Shut your trap 'fore I set it
Y'all gassed up like your guns, unleaded
Yeah I said it, don't chat, no telling where we headed
Close shop when I open fire
Cause Soul known to carry the cannon like Mariah
Yes I uh
Bring it to you raw and uncut
No buts like an empty ash tray, what the fuck

Matter of fact, lemme break it down for y'all one more time, look

[Hook:]
I said A is for the apple on the tree I ain't far from
B is for the bottom of the bottle of hard rum
Dash to the finish line, chasing the S
Which stands for my favorite three letter word (Sex)
O is for all the ounces of dro I consume
U meaning a unanimous decision of whom
Is number 1, leaving the L which stands for Love
I spread it like a virus, it'll kill you if you buy it

I'm with your girl playing games like
Who could get the highest at the Hyatt, real fun you should try it
I got her wet, I'll send her back to you to dry it
You ain't the flyest or the king of the jungle, but you lying
And I can see it through ya iris
Drink like I'm Irish, think like a genius
Fall back I'm all that like Kel and Keenan
Add a bag of chips and the baddest bitch
I'll be posing with a black in my mouth, grabbing my dick
Constipation is an understatement I ain't ever gave a shit
You know you hot when
You only get 8 bars in a song and it's still everybody's favorite
My fault, my god, I'm a problem like a broke condom
A editor just told me nobody was in my column
Top Dawg 4th wheel and I'm still ill
Open up the car door that look like a steel mill
I hotbox like cable in the hood
And I'm good like wrenches with a sentence, understood?
And if it's not I'll leave you with this
Top Notch muthafucka, like snot muthafucka, I'm sick

Don't get infected
Bitch ass niggas
T-D-E
 
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fox69

MODERATOR
"Absolute Assassin"

"Absolute Assassin"


(Soul assassin...)

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling like that
So I spit it how I feel it
So you feel it right back
[x3]

My heart, I spill it on them tracks
Like it fell out of glass and it came from Ab
Soul motherfucker, wave your white flag
Your reigns over like summer came over a hurricane
My sun shine bright bitch, throw on your shades
I got mines on now, they look good on my face
Don't give a fuck what you say
'Cos I'm the same nigga everyday
I never change like a penny or a nickle, a dime or a quarter
Under this New Era is the New World Order
My brain could slaughter a nation of recorders
Sit 'em in line, I run through them in chronological order
This is not what you made up for
Sorry for ya
I'm coming like a nut
Whaddup?

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling like that
So I spit it how I feel it
So you feel it right back
[x2]

Back in school I wrote verses by the paragraph
Now I write like a pilot in a aircraft
In the sky, wear wings like a damn badge
So clean me and Jesus could share a bath
Now that's Soul religion
I'm at the mound with the style, play your position
You at a short stop, I had a long run
I'm at the finish line, you looking at me from behind
That mean you lost one, let's go for two
A perversion of mine, cos I'm berzerk with the lines
I think back to when I fist learned to rhyme
But now I'm bad to the bone
I'm like a poisionous sign
Top notch to my socks and my shoes fit perfect
'Nahm saying?' was a classic, I wish you could have heard it
I be fucking over beats til I'm done with the cervix
I got bars like night clubs, and great service
5:30 in the morning, I'm still up cooking
Cyphers so arised, you would go blind looking
I ain't got punchlines no more, I'm right hooking
If I switch south par, niggas going down dawg
A-b-s-o-u-l-u-t-e
Yeah, you see me
A-b-s-o-u-l-u-t-e
Yeah, you see me

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling like that
So I spit it how I feel it
So you feel it right back
[x2]

Soul assassin...
You know what's happening
[x2]
 
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MODERATOR
"Almost There"
(feat. Bj The Chicago Kid)

"Almost There"
(feat. Bj The Chicago Kid)



[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
I know exactly how it is to feel like no one cares
About the hard work you put in but who said life was fair?
It sure wasn't me I take the bitter with the sweet
And boil it in the pot make it hard to eat
I said If I'm going to play I'm going to play for keeps
Raise stakes, take stage, speak my peace
Make my pay, take my lady on a date
Send my parents on a cruise - living
Somewhere with a killer view
Oh the irony I spew
But for now the studio couches gonna have to do
I ain't going to take what I ain't earned myself
Foolish pride
That's what you need to survive
It's do or die
So step aside I don't mean no trouble
Just want to be someone that CJ could look up to
Oh, and just so you know
When I'm on the road I'm at the travel lodge not the W

[Hook: Ab-Soul & BJ the Chicago Kid]
Almost there, almost there, almost there
The finish line is in sight but I'm almost there
Almost there, almost there
Almost there, almost there, almost there
Even if the sun don't shine the sun don't shine
Almost

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Somebody asked me, what you mean by longterm mentality, actually?
So I had to break it down:
Don't get caught up in the now
Focus on the years abroad
Cause today you're here but tomorrow you could be gone
Singing the same old song
And who's the place to blame on?
Other than you
Whatever it is you do
From slanging eight balls to graduating from school
Just gotta see it all before it happens
I ain't saying see a psychic I'm just saying have a
Idea of what you're accomplishing
You'll have a greater chance to accomplish it
You know a little strategy, premeditation
Wins races nine times out of ten
As if losing's ever an option
Had to bust my own bubble I really thought I was poppin'
(Not quite)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

Just know your future's right around the corner
Opportunity galore for ya
More and more you'll start to see it's no limit to what you can be
In any event, eventually
Treat your first like your last time
Cause it might be your last time
That's what I learned last time
Look forward to looking forward in my pastime
You just letting time pass like "that's fine", as wine
Contrary to popular belief, I want the peace
They say I'm headed hellbound at God's speed
Gazunteight, or bless me if you like
As I, put my faith in this bud and budlight
I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
Talk my shit, drop my load on
Hold on, I don't think you know how close I am
By the time this song's done I'm already there
 
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MODERATOR
"Back Then"
(feat. ScHoolboy Q)

"Back Then"
(feat. ScHoolboy Q)



I'm turnt up right now
I'm turnt up right now
I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
[x3]

[Ab-Soul:]
She looks hot so I need that bop if you can understand my language
A dollar might fuck your main bitch
I fuck a main bitch
Ain't got no main bitch
That was back then, no disrespect to none of them
Cause what I learned from all of em'
Is that everything comes to an end
So I'mma party to the end, can I finish, counting ends
I don't drive but I'm in a Benz, she don't lie 'less she with her man
She don't smoke, but she roll my dope
I don't licky lick, she knows that's a joke
She suck dick off impulse, that's 69 if you can't divide
I wasn't great in algebra, but I can talk you out ya bra
Take you places you can't see, with just two eyeballs (three eyes)
I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one
Long-term, tre piece, but this will be my fifth run
Harry fraudulent on the beat I beat up that's my word
Action Bronson got the weed, I need, I didn't have to pee

Back then, way back when, I was broke as Bruh Man
Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did
Swag on 300, TDE we ballin' man
Inside the game, ain't too much change
I told y'all I been gone insane, but that was
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when, look what I done did
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when, look what I done did

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Where your nigga at homegirl, he ain't shit
I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
Dollar after dollar, deja vu, bitch
I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
Sacked out blacked out racked out
I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
Everywhere I go gotta have a ho
I'm ballin' man, I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
I'm ballin' man, I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
Dollar after dollar, deja vu, bitch
I'm ballin' man, I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
I'm ballin' man, I'm ballin' man, I'm a baller, man
Hit her one time don't call her, man

[Ab-Soul:]
Back then, way back then you'd have thought I had sense
That's 'cause you ain't know what I had since
Ask you I'm getting, dude don't call me BMF
I'm spinning every dough I get, old marijuana by the zippy
Chicken Fetuccine Alfredo, teenagers of promethazine
Codeine, that's 16 and lean
Keep that on the low, I'm talking too much, I had two eatables
Pour up a foe for soul, I'm doing incredible
Considering my schedule
BET you think matters if it don't, it pay, though
Show 'em the sing, that top dog, should've signed a page row
Grade A though you keep coming, just keep coming

Back then, way back when, I was broke as Bruh Man
Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did
Swag on 300, TDE we ballin' man
Inside the game, ain't too much change
I told y'all I been gone insane, but that was
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when, look what I done did
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when, look what I done did
 
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MODERATOR
"Bankrupt"

"Bankrupt"


[Hook:]
When the chips are down, the funds are low
And nobody's around to pull you out of this hole
Can you hold your own?
If you ain't got a dollar to your name can you maintain?
Can you hold you own when the going gets tough?
The tough get going

[Verse 1:]
Starving artist, rib-cage showing
Give me the loot or give a semi to shoot
Then after, pass the Absolut
I'm trying to hit a lick, probably knock out your tooth
I'm fully equipped with a [?]
Finna get a nigga for every cent if that makes sense
Uh, head shot, you're dead Ock
If feds knock alibi [?] I was on [?] block
You niggas ain't ready for me to get in the mischief
Grimmy with it I hope the motherfucking disk skip
What?! You niggas think you better than me?
Cause you got more cheddar than me? Huh?
You ain't a spitter cause you got a lot of followers on twitter
My body of work would probably embody your Godzilla
I ain't a jerk, I'm an asshole
An I don't wanna hear you rap unless your cash flowing

[Hook:]
When the chips are down, the funds are low
And nobody's around to pull you out of this hole
Can you hold your own?
If you ain't got a dollar to your name can you maintain?
Can you hold you own when the going gets tough?
The tough get going

[Verse 2:]
Shit, and I'm a mad muthafucka with a loaded clip
Do the math muthafucka!
That's 15 bullets in a nine and one in the chamber, hit you right between the eyes
And even if you live you can't defy the odds
Catch you while you're checking your safe, SUPRISE!
Oh, you thought I was playing with you?
Your man look sleepy so he gon be laying with you
I should've told you muthafuckas straight from the start
Got the flame, if I aim it'll burn you to ashes
Got the blunt rolled all I need is a spark
And watch the paramedic roll up with elastic
Stretcher carry your ass they'll bury you fast
You venereal and a dick head, how bout that?
Blowing more O's than a Cherrio cereal bag
Serial killa for the skrilla; maniac
And like when the camera take a picture I'm finna snap
Your fucking head off your neck then reattach it back
Brainacs get they mind blown
Can't have a migrane when your mind gone

[Hook:]
When the chips are down, the funds are low
And nobody's around to pull you out of this hole
Can you hold your own?
If you ain't got a dollar to your name can you maintain?
Can you hold you own when the going gets tough?
The tough get going

[Verse 3:]
Down to my last and my ship is sinking fast
I ain't looking for the sympathy, I'm looking for the cash
I ain't looking for my enemey but if he in the way I put the pistol in his mouth
Let him get a taste
Fore you eat say grace, you know I'm coming with the blammer
Not to shoot, just to use it to beat you like a case
What's the root of all evil? A baker said the cake
Gardner said the green, you know what I mean?
I'm sick of digging in my pocket for nickels and dimes
Somethings got to change or I'm resorting to crime
P95 in my palm.45 in my waist
You got a diamond? Run it or nobody's safe
Bill Gates is rich and Ab-Soul is poor
I'll rob his old ass from his head to toe
And as a matter of fact I'm finna blow a bank up
Mindstate of a nigga that went bankrupt!
 
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