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"Hell Yeah"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Hell Yeah"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Soulo back up in this ho
Man I hope the magnum fit
Soulo back up in this ho
Man that pussy magnifique
Know I row the showboat
All aboard the penmanship
All I do is give you gifts
Every days December 25th
Everywhere you turn I'm there ya bitch
Tell your homie, tell your bitch
Bad to the bone
Only thing stay when you go, is your skeleton
Why your grin so devilish
You gon' go to hell for this
To hell with them
To tell the truth I hope allah piss in hell on them
Ahah was a problem before mama gave me baba
Mine stay larger than an island, never been to the Bahamas
I was just a toddler in ninja turtle pajamas
I ain't know the world was fucked up like vaginas
Now I don't give a fuck
Now I'm a live it up
Now I'm a pick it up
Hell yea
Now they wanna pay
Now she wanna fuck
Now he wanna hate
Hell yea
Heaven don't seem far from here
Starin' thru these cartiers
After all these mothafuckin years nigga yea nigga

[Hook:]
Man we breakin all the rules
Take that bullshit elsewhere
Welcome to America
Die or pay for healthcare
I'm trynna tell ya
We livin in hell hea (here)
And if you agree with me
Let me get a hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Let me get a hell yeah
I'm trynna tell ya
We livin in hell hea (here)
And if you agree with me
Let me get a hell yeah

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Schoolboy back up in this ho
Pussy holes and ash trays
Schoolboy back up in yo ho
Bitch might want my last name
Yeah yeah
Nigga blow this fire
High above hell
What the hell
Nigga might bring hell
Roll with it uh
Fuck with a nigga
Ride with a nigga
Learn with a nigga
Highway to hell
Fuck with a nigga
Ride with a nigga
Burn with a nigga
Lil nigga with a gun and he gang bang
Lil girl turn lost she a gang bang
No love so it's fuck the world
Got free and she fucked the world
Damn, God damn girl
Make a nigga wanna earl
Throwin up signs, I done lost my mind, you know them caution signs
May have bought my grind, these drugs of mine
Gamble with ya life and I'll roll the nine
Flat line, flat line, go to hell mothafucka
Every shot divine
No back bone, weary spine
Gotta keep ya head straight 'fore ya fall off
Me and Soul locomotives that hauled off
Get up out the way
Or get your fame, Randy Moss
Heaven in this fuckin beer
Swaggin in these cartiers
After all these mothafuckin years nigga yea nigga

[Hook:]
Man we breaking all the rules
Take that bullshit elsewhere
Welcome to America
Die or pay for healthcare
I'm tryna tell ya
We livin in hell hea (here)
And if you agree with me
Let me get a hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Let me get a hell yeah
I'm tryna tell ya
We livin in hell hea (here)
And if you agree with me
Let me get a hell yeah
Mother fucker government
Mother fucker system
Mother fuck you
I'm just living how I am living
Hiiipower
That's a nigga religion
Til Jesus come back
And he tell me something different

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo back up in this ho
Man I hope the magnum fit
Soulo back up in this ho
I hope she don't tell my bitch
God damn I'm so ignorant
At the same time so brilliant
Cuttin up, cesarean
But keep it on the low, librarian
Still mobbin deep like Havoc and Prodigy
Trynna document an odyssey for every eye to see
Hell yea I know they trynna rewrite the constitution
I'm still rollin blunts drunk as fuck stuck on stupid
Hell yeah I'm bout that, you can't tell my nig?
Long term I got a legacy to leave my kids
How I'm posed to live man the reaper keep breathin down the back of my neck
And my landlord need a check
Fuck
Hell yeah I'm a survive out here
Even if it mean flippin pies out here
Yea
Hell yeah I'm on the top of my shit
Hell yeah her tonsils topple on the top of my dick
Yea
Hell yeah we been patrolin the game, watchin the throne
Plottin on Jay and Kanye, Marshall and Andre
Lil Wayne, Drake, Wiz Khalifa, Wale
That bitch Nicki, J. Cole, Rozay
Soul!
HELL YEAH
HELL YEAH
H-H-H-HELL YEAH
 
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"House Party 5"

"House Party 5"


Guess who's back up in the mix, with my big black shades, read my big black lips
The night is still young like a nine year old kid
Finna hit the Dale's Liqour, and cop another fifth
Of Hennessy, for my personal pleasure
A took a sip, a little head dripped, so I wipe my lip
Luckily it didn't spill on my tee, I'm well-known for that
But the bitches still holla
'Till they go whores, like Kentucky Derby
The power in the Porsche, all I need is to kick back
So I can just chill like a six-pack, of coors, of course
As soon as I walk up in the door I'm yelling out

[Hook:]
Somebody spike my Sprite
So I can feel larger then life
I call this House Party 5
What's popping for the night
What's popping for the night, What's popping for the night
What's popping for the night, What's popping for the night
I call this House Party 5

Yo my party don't stopping up I hit 'em up
I said wuddup, I said wuddup, he said (not much you)
You know what I'm 'bout, what's going down for the night
(Party at Ashback house), I said what
He said (yup), shit y'all be fucked up
Stepping out, like an accident, roof level
Outta elevator in a skyscraper in the clouds
I hung up, ran to the bathroom to clean my Air One's up
I would rock the Timb boots but they all scuffed up
I looked in the mirror, seen my swag was up
Don't play swag out, so I had to adjust
Fast forward, I seen so many cars pulling up
Hoes pulling down they skirts, niggas with
"We can't lose" on they shirts, you would assume they take it to the dirt
Some of my niggas real killers, put you down to Earth
And they down to Earth, and we Chris Rock
The party like it don't stopping up

[Hook]

And the party don't stopping up
It don't stopping up, don't stopping up
Don't stopping up, don't stopping up
Yeah, and the party don't stopping up
It don't stopping up, it don't stopping up
Now put your hands up in the air
If you tryna put it in the air
Got bitches shaking ass to the left of me
Got homies 2 stepping to the right of me
We got Hennessy, got Nuvo to spare
If you trying to go, we can take you there
Got bitches shaking ass to the left of me
Got the homies 2 stepping to the right of me

Yeah, another round on me
Look at this women move her booty around on me
It's 2:15 in the morning but we up
Finna hit the Dennies, tell 'em hook a scrambled up
Pissy drunk if you didn't know my nigga, no my nigga
Higher then a spirits, of the un-living
In the mist of everybody fucking up the homies house
Think B.I.'s party and bullshit, a fight broke out

[Hook]

And the party don't stopping up
It don't stopping up, don't stopping up
Don't stopping up, don't stopping up
Yeah, And the party don't stopping up
It don't stopping up, it don't stopping up
 
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"Huey Knew THEN"
(feat. Da$h)

"Huey Knew THEN"
(feat. Da$h)



[Ab-Soul:]
Check it out, hey
This is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, black out, black out, yeah
Ay, black out

They speak highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the wilderness
You need a backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence with Common Sense
My logic is sound, talk of the 90746
No shit, Sherlock
Remind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on back it up, go on back it up...
You dry snitchin', I'm sliding in something moist
You annoy these women, I anoint these women
You stressin' on my schedule and appointment with 'em
They let me cut so much, I bring ointment nigga
I'm lubricant slick baby
I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your choice

Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
(Lil homie from the hood)
Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I look good)
Hey, just doing want I wanna
This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my mama

I'ma black out, black out, black out, black out
You telling white lies while I black out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white horse when I black out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga

(Yeah! Yeah!)
I hope I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah, 'fore I had a desktop
Was looking for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it's for the money my nigga
Me and the Ichabod Don got itchy palms
And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a intercom
I'ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on
I'm winning no matter what the decision's depending on
I'm sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is gone
Your pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting nickels for my thoughts
Like Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm vision impaired, all I seen
I'm Yamborghini High, A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is pint sized to me

Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
(Lil homie from the hood)
Hey, with a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I look good)
Hey, just doing want I wanna
This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my mama

I'ma black out, black out, black out, black out
You telling white lies while I black out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white horse when I black out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga

[Da$H:]
Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, bastard son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mine
Cracking bannies, only time a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top gunner
Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talking 'bout a script
Living my days is a gamble
I guess that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirting with death
Need the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the question you should ask
What's the Soul without the Da$H
Never had the option I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash then I act out

[Da$H & Ab-Soul:]
Black out, black out
Black out, black out
Black out, black out
Black out, black out
Yeah, so
 
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"Hunnid Stax"
(feat. ScHoolboy Q)

"Hunnid Stax"
(feat. ScHoolboy Q)



[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
(Money is the anthem...)
People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on
(Get money, fuck bitches)
I'm tryin' man
(Fuck bitches, get money, get money)

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Who gettin' that dough? Who gettin' that cake?
Who gettin' that bread? Put a ticket on your head if you can't relate
Who gettin' that fetti? Who gettin' that cheese?
You know I gotta eat, you know I gotta eat
Who gettin' that paper? Who gettin' that guap?
Who smokin' that top shelf? Who gettin' top off top?
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Who gettin' them commas, makin' mamas do kama sutra
Best act like you know, I'm gettin' them checks, I'm spendin' them checks
THC through TSA on my back, don't get checked
Who gettin' them Benjamins? Spendin' them with executives
Business man, understand, I'm on fuckin' tour, you on the 10-6, I'm reelin' in
Currency, won't pass the weed but I'll pass the bitch
My stock risin', you cock ridin', I'm splittin' clits where the money clip
Who gettin' that money, money? Real mothafuckin' money, money
That’s all I do dawg, got cashed out
Got fucked up, then I passed out

[Hook - Mac Miller:]
Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss
Can't remember what I did last night
I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Money is the anthem
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
Fuck what I did last night
I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life

[Verse 2 - Schoolboy Q:]
Who gettin' that dough? Who gettin' that bread?
Get money I pledge, what you mean you broke bitch, open them legs
Now let a nigga be, I think I'm gonna skeet
You know I love cheese, you know I love cheese
I'm high as a scraper, I'm smokin' that guap
Who leave guns on the top shelf? Who keep Glocks on Glocks?
Ain't nothing more important than a hoover
Who hoppin' out cars, unloadin' that pop, pop, yawk, yawk, move ya'
Fi-Fig- Figueroa, gotta a .45 right here up in my coat
You can have my ho but don't hit my dope
I'm burnin' up like a parliament
I'm 216, I'm suspendin' rent
You a bad bitch, come fuck me
Yeah you heard it right, I said fuck me
Put that on Crip, even ignorance is bliss
I love foreign tits and her clitoris
Beat the pussy down like my nemesis
Make the pussy drip like I slit her wrist, but
Who gettin' that money, money? Real mothafuckin' money, money
That’s all I do dawg, got cashed out
Bought a new bitch and a new house like

[Hook - Mac Miller]

[Outro:]

So before we go out, what’s your address?

[Outro 2 - Puff Daddy:]
What? It ain't no more to it! Soulo eatin' now! Tell 'em Puff said so
 
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"I'm A G"
(feat. Glasses Malone & Schoolboy Q)

"I'm A G"
(feat. Glasses Malone & Schoolboy Q)



[Ab-Soul:]
Yeah, got my nigga G Malone here, see he a g too
He understand what it be like
See I just wanna throw my swag on really
But Top and Punch, they just wanna see a nigga laid back
You know what I mean? Laid back

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
You imaginary niggas perplex me
You should see the corny shit they do to impress me
Actin' like bitches backstage who wanna sex me
Or baseball gloves all day tryin' to catch me
I run it like a track meet, but you never met me
Attract heat like black clothes or crack co-caine
My brain on the grain like a veggie (I'm uncomfortable dog)
You irritatin' like a wedgie
In particular I'm a don, mega like the maker of Friday
With nothin' to do and no job
This chrome that I hold will leave you holy like you know God
Sin City, murder in abundance
Where mothers look like they always smell onions
Ride by the elementary and kids cussin'
And it's nothin' new to us you could do to us
So get your weapon or player just get to steppin' up the stairway to heaven

[Hook:]
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA fitted up on my dome
They won't leave me alone (And I know)
You can't resist (And you don't)
Even exist
I see right through you niggas just like a ghost
Cause I'm a g for sure

[Verse 2 - Glasses Malone:]
They say I talk big shit
I can't help it, I'm on my sixth whip
[?] gotta say some slick shit
I'm so screwed up just like a [?]
Bobby B, I used to pitch sticks
Every pour I was forced just to take a few whiffs
That's why I'm part eclectic
High all the time and my art reflects it
[?] while we spark detectives
And money can't even get you marks accepted
You need to chill with the g talk
Cause half you rap bloods used to sea walk
Now all the fuckin' sudden you's a b dog
I been bangin' since hangin' by the seesaw
Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip
Got my real blood homies lookin' bad

[Hook:]
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA fitted up on my dome
They won't leave me alone (And I know)
You can't resist (And you don't)
Even exist
I see right through you niggas just like a ghost
Cause I'm a g for sure

[Verse 3 - Schoolboy Q:]
Naw, I ain't into the tough talk
From the 1950's where we'd rather let our guns spark
Chill with your colored scarf, shots take your caps off
Close range with the burner, nigga, 'til your skull [?]
Get with shit, Top Dawg's one and only blue pit
All black four fifth dumpin' at your loose lips
Yeah I'm trippin', best believe a nigga crippin'
I'd even rob Obama if I catch the nigga slippin'
Catch a nigga dippin' nigga
Ridin' through the fifties on chucks lookin' crispy
Man I wish a nigga tempt me nigga
Bustin' 'til it's empty, done with the plan
Need to take a trip to hell and have the devil start prayin'
Hammer start sprayin', lead into my rifle
Make a nigga bleed just for fuckin' with my cycle
Bigger than the Eiffel
Tower, havin' power niggas softer than a flower
Time to make these cats devour

[Hook:]
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA fitted up on my dome
They won't leave me alone (And I know)
You can't resist (And you don't)
Even exist
I see right through you niggas just like a ghost
Cause I'm a g for sure

[Ab-Soul:]
Yeah homie, you already know how it's goin' homie
It's west coast homie, best coast homie, better smoke
Know what I'm sayin', left side of the map, know what I'm sayin'
Straight up, come to the hood, fuck with us
Know what I'm sayin', straight up
I be at the Del Amo Swap Meet right now
With the corduroy house slippers on with the back folded down under the
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, hey pass me a bigger rip
 
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"ILLuminate"
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)

"ILLuminate"
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)



[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Back when I first grabbed that pen
I told myself I was gon' win
And I ain't know when
But it was gon' end
Up happening, I want in
So you can take your top 5 list
Dead or alive and put me after Em
I'm a fucking genius
Gripping my fucking penis, living this life
You can't tell me nothing
Still ain't really got no money fucking right
I'm all about that real, about that real
This ain't no motion picture
I tell you how that feel, how that feel
Even when the odds against you
They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers
Put 2 chains on and that ain't wrong
But that ain't me, I go too damn hard
I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out
Black lip nigga with his hair wild
Too damn proud
Been killing this since Cam made Oh Boy
Oh boy, I'm the man now
TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free
This business is quick sand and I won't sink
Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think
Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be
I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then
Further more we do this for y'all
Rap is stressin' but it pays great
That is until you lose appeal
And your release date gets date raped
Stay safe, hold your head
I got two fifth and a loaf of bread
Feed the people, food for thought
Because we are equal, who'd have thought

[Hook: Ab-Soul & Kendrick]
They wanna share my light [x8]
You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light [x2]

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Now I feel like I'm runnin' laps around Jay-Z
Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty
B.I.G. & Pac got it coming when I pass too
You got the mic, I ain't the one you wanna pass to
My niggas say my new shit past due
I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed
HiiiPoWeR on another plateau
I know you know we need a few plaques too
The brand new niggas with a attitude
Poppin' Compton or Timbuktu
I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too
Too I'll when I jot these words
True eel when I shock the world
I know life's a bitch
When you know life's a bitch and that's not your girl
Cold shit, I'm hot though
Like Cold get, Ab-Soul
This is a shift in paradigm
I remember when I couldn't spare a dime
Now I step in with a pair of dimes
On P's, y'all know me
Flow like water, admiralty
The best author ever to breath
And as we proceed to follow these dreams
I ain't losing no sleep
No, no at them no doors
Just know "No" if it's no dough
So high but I'm Soulo
Two cups and I sip slow
Taking my time
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show
Now let's go

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Time and time I drop line for line
But only time will tell
If I ever go Columbine
And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill
See the truth is, they wanna know how close me, Dre and Snoop is
Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to be 2Pac
But truth I give two shits 'bout
Expectations or critics hating
Shit, I just put moms on vacation
Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations
Court cases get thrown out
So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now
I am ruler, I am highness
The Prince Zamunda
I am the shit like what the prune does
Black on black tip like Kinta Kunta
Black is back bitch I'm the the coupe-da
Black on black crime resent the shooter
Black, black, black, I intend to mute you
Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks
Without my A-game so please don't ask me about no pressure
Bitch see the grip on my fingertip I can hold this coast together

[Hook]
 
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"Incomplete Freestyle"

"Incomplete Freestyle"


Yo, yo. Truly on point naturally on task creating history everyday and my name's Ab Dash Soul motherfucker at last add a set of Jays classic as a Cadillac record played? Me never that. Act like you know. Don't get rammed shacked by the rat pack see I'm the black Humfrey Bogart puffed in black stone hella smart ass hole see this my culinary art how I cook up such food for thought clear the kitchen it's finna get hot uh master chef no account to cash your check you niggas ain't half of half of half my best uh champagne wishes some green in my swishers a Nicki Minaj with two 5 star bitches Ladies and gentlemen this is a look inside the mind of the demented and everything I said I swear I meant It listen fascinated by the tactics of a Jeffery Daumer eat your ass up a cannibal for the dollar it's tangible I'm off the top rhyming noodles that's understandable The last Samurai here to tear a guy apart tie a piece of barbed wire around his heart if he's gased up he gets bowah constricted until he farts if he talks and it don't correspond to his walk he walks the plank Captain Hook went hard Peter was gay you'll never never land a spot on our roster that way not a rasta but I smoke like a wailer they know In serving niggas tip the waiter before you leave the table God dammit just found another crack up in my halo are you comprehending am I condescending or am I kindly sending you a message kind of quickly I never get to busy to get busy simply stunning your Mrs. can't miss me engine gunning headed for the finish line but not the sneaker store I need that first place prize the blue ribbon in the ski I'm Stevie wonder getting high What you even speaking for you're iller when mute is on carry on ha-ha And I ain"t gotta talk that white to bury ya'll the truth will set you free and me I'm whip and chain free Literally no car no jewelry just a brain full of buffoonery between you and me
 
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"Introduction"

"Introduction"


Long term is defined as:
To mature over or after a relatively long period of time
To earn capital gain derived from the sale or exchange of an asset held for a specified time
(This is Long Term)
Long term is defined as:
To earn capital gain
To mature over or after a relatively long period of time
Long term

I know it's short notice
But this is Long Term
Don't make the wrong turn
You're all trapped in my circle of doom
Be aware, success'll be circling through
I puff a square for my niggas who ain't here
To see me unbelievably make the unbelievable believe in me
Yeah, that's what I do times 2000 more than you
In 2000 I was cool
In '01 I had fun
In '02 I recorded my first song, and I was sprung
In '03 I was deep
In '04 I had flow
In '05 I signed to Street Beef for no dough
In '06 I met Punchline, damn I thank Punchline
He saw more in my music than metaphors and punchlines
'07 dude Dawg told me I was family
And now it's '08, Long Term, bon appetite

[Hook:]
This is Long Term
I hope you love it cause I'm thinking long term
I came, I saw, and conquered
And it's an honor
To share this with you, wait no longer
Mother fucker this is Long Term

Shout out to Top Notch, cause they gon' ride for me
That special pinhead who stay by my side, homie
Prospect holding a spot in the sky for me
That's on my life, real niggas never die, homie
Now all eyes on me, I see you niggas watching
Hoping that Soul sell out like a fucking auction
I'm in the laboratory working on a concoction
I ain't rapping, I'm a chemical reaction
To you niggas slackin'
Like suit bottoms, yo what's happening?
I'm back again, dope shop open like a cabinet
Chauffeurs could get arrested for trafficking me
Like I'm wrapped in vaseline and go for 18 5 a key
At 18 I was a G, sneaking in clubs
Breaking down dubs and the whole hood showed love
Never thought I would make it this far in this game
Now every bar is insane, but not the Long Beach game
And I don't need a big chain or Escalade on 6s
Cause I can roll with Juice and take all of your bitches
And you ain't never seen a top dog so vicious
I'm a star, right? Women hand me they wish-list
My reign is endless
You would need an umbrella that lasts forever to witness
My lyrical fitness
My physical's eminent
I know Caucasians that compare me to Eminem when he thought he was infinite
But this ain't 8 Mile and I ain't rapping
But ladies used to do me shady after math classes
Black lip bastard with black glasses
Bad habits backing up in the back of cab stratus ass magic
I'm Jay, more graphic, uncensored
So if your kids have it homie, it's promotional use only
And after this you owe me, like the letter after N my friend
I present Long Term, let's begin
This is Long Term
 
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"INvocation"
(feat. Kokane)

"INvocation"
(feat. Kokane)



Say hip hop (hip hop)
Say hip hop (hip hop)

[Ab-Soul (Kokane):]
A-L, Now I lay me down to sleep
L-A, I pray the Lord my soul's a G
H, wait if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz He is and I am Him (Soulo)
Yes He is and I am Him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain't me and I ain't them

[Ab-Soul:]
They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Nuclear power plants and missiles, real warfare
This where the wealthy need welfare
I'm an immortal man on healthcare
My cautious conscience give me nightmares
I stopped dreaming many eons ago tho
I paid my dues and rocked the bells like Quasimodo
On the low tho, Soulo only artist on crown without a solo album in the stores tho
I got my opinions
What do you suggest?
It's been a drill to be ill, you ain't really sick
Who you a-mucinex?

[Ab-Soul (Kokane):]
A-L, Now I lay me down to sleep
L-A, I pray the lord my soul's a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
'Cause He is and I am Him (Soulo)
Yes He is and I am Him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain't me and I ain't them

Muthafuck the government
Muthafuck the system
Muthafuck you, I'm just living..

[Ab-Soul:]
Aye man, I'm sorta a rock and a hard place
Like a guitar in the Hard Rock Cafe
They argue about me in barber shops when I got cropped
Hmm... What a paradox
I'm borderline crazy with a stamped up passport
Getting past TSA with shit stashed, smelling like a hundred ashtrays
Little white kids asking for my autograph
Hey man, I'm off half a xan, off to my aircraft

[Ab-Soul (Kokane):]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul's a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
'Cause he is and I am him (Soulo)
Yes he is and I am him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain't me and I ain't them

Muthafuck the government
Muthafuck the system
Muthafuck you

So I say, so I say, so I say, catch another plane
Represent my hood in every state up in the USA
I'm feeling good today, feeling good to be from D.A
I had to do it

[Ab-Soul:]
Back to the music, back to the fact I'm actually stupid
Stupid meaning genius, come suck Jesus' penis on Venus
Back to reality, sadly I'm actually Jewish
Or whatever you wish to call me, I don't wanna offend nobody (l'chaim)
Just remind them all, that it's real
Like when the Ark of the Covenant is still
Foolish humans this is faith without the H
The work is never done dummy, the lazy will be late
A stewardess who was familiar with my music said: “You must be living the life”
I looked at her with my red eyes like:
"I ain't going on no vacation
I ain't going on no vacation
I ain't going on no vacation
'Till I fulfill my vocation"

[Ab-Soul (Kokane):]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul's a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
'Cause he is and I am him (Soulo)
Yes he is and I am him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain't me and I ain't them (Soulo)
 
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"Just Have Fun"

"Just Have Fun"


[Intro - Ab-Soul & Da$H:]
Have some fun out there
Smells like fucking dope in here
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments
Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah
If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying
Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion
More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more
(smoke that weed nigga)
Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked
Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)
We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets
I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels
I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields
Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields
Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?
(Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)
Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too
Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!
And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room
I flow like, Russell Crowe in "A Beautiful Mind"
That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)
Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)
I'm fast, another one bites the dust just at the sight of us
They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest
That ever so, talented establishment
TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me... Soul
(What up Zay? What Up SZA?)

[Hook:]
When I cross the street I look both ways
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
Niggas talk more than bitches These Days
And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!
Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just Have Fun

[Verse 2:]
I just wanna teach you all about the mind
The power in it, the very power of mine
It makes sense I take interest in the third eye
Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice
Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like
So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice
That's why I read a lot of books, so I got straight A's
Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage
I never paid tuition, but I paid attention
That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission
Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in
(Met the devil in God's elbow)
And this is what he said...

[Hook]

[Skit:]
Hi, my name is Jimmy
(Hi Jimmy)
I'm a friend of a rapper
You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul
I'm from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I like Denim Jeans
And I'm an alcoholic...
 
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