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"Nothing's Something"

"Nothing's Something"


[Intro:]
Why everything supposed to be bad, make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would

[Verse 1:]
I wish a nigga would try to take my shit
Cause a nigga wish he could do it like this
I can't even take a piss without a nigga trying to take a pic
I just want to fuck a few hoes, take my pick
Backwoods with the hash in 'em bad bitch, skinny jeans, fat ass in 'em
You ain't never seen a lime of light
I might fuck around and do a line tonight
Codine cups, paint a picture so vivid
Fucking to the Weeknd, on the weekend
That ain't too provocative, is it?
If it's not, that's just a warning
You know I got it if you want
No, I couldn't tell you how the world function
But I'm headed to the function
This shit ain't about nothing
No this shit ain't about nothing
But it's gotta be something
They say I'm so selfish
I ain't think about nothing
Unless it's making me something
Matter fact fuck that
I ain't worried about nothing
No, I ain't worried about nothing
It's always something

[Hook:]
The cars, the clothes, the ice
It's always something
The stars, the moon, the lights
It's always something
The cars, the clothes, the ice
It's always something
The stars, the moon, the lights

Why everything supposed to be bad, make me feel so good?
Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would

[Verse 2:]
I wish a nigga would try to take my shit
Cause a nigga wish he could do it like this
We in the world of material vixens in your videos
Hermes belt, shirt will make your ho melt
Issey Miyake all over my body
My heart beats off beat, still the life of the party
YSL, iPhone wireless cell
I'm high as hell, by the end of the night
I might need bail if a nigga test my mic
I ain't a bitch for nothing, end of discussion
And I couldn't tell you how the world function
But I'm headed to the function
This shit ain't about nothing
No that shit ain't about nothing
But it's gotta be something
They say I'm so selfish
I ain't think about nothing
Unless it's making me something
Matter fact fuck that
I ain't worried about nothing
No, I ain't worried about nothing
It's always something

[Hook]
 
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"Now You Know"

"Now You Know"


Try to relax, try to relax
I know you're anxious, baby
I know you're anxious, for me
But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax
I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks, the Bro P on the motherfucking boards, homeboy
(If you don't know, now ya know nigga)

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack of dutchies if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
Aye, you know what I'm up to

I swear to God I wish I wrote this fucking verse on Mother's Day
That ain't got shit to do with this or does it? Fuck it, Anyway
I've been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged
That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief
On a mission, in a missionary
Hittin missionaries (missionaries)
That was all mises, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word)
But listen close, this where shit get tricky
What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy
Hence misogyny, obviously
I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could (I would)
If you was Huey you would know it nigga
But you're not so I guess y'all good
So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches
Don't forget about the bitches
Adam's rib ain't adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF nigga)
Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit
Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did
And you know why, I love my mama so much
And I can't watch my lil sister grow up, so I

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack of dutchies if you lucky nigga (cross your fingers)
Cups with the ice just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
Yeah baby, you know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
Baby, you know what I'm up to

I, Soulo, still a member in good standing of the he-man woman haters club.
Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to,
and especially, never fall in love, and if I do may I die slowfully and painfully and suffer for hours, or until I scream bloody murder
 
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"Pass The Blunt"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Pass The Blunt"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Intro:]
You came in and flicked it
You was flicking it you know what I'm saying
(On fire, on fire, on fire)

I'm trying man...

[Verse 1:]
Bitch I'm high as a motherfucking satellite, who got a light?
I'm outta sight, outta mind pimp, matching dimes
Don magic wands, roll the greenery
It's what I need: where my shin and thigh meet
Huh, yeah I'm such a fucking stoner
Everywhere I dwell you can smell the marijuana odor
What the hell? (What the hell?) That's that fire, man
Call the fireman, or the supplier man, tell him slide a gram
(Solo, solo, solo) You know we smoking that dower
Two titans back to back call em Twin Towers
(Haa, Haa) And anytime I'm on the ground
I stop, drop, and roll... then burn it down!
If that's exactly what you're doing right now
Put your lighters up, and wave them round and round
Puff, puff, give: real shit
I'll probably run through seven pounds, Will Smith

[Hook:]
Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
Man you tryna smoke or what?
Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up
Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
White paper [?]
That was dutch and swishers, even Philly's filling up

Smoke something bitch [x8]

[Verse 2:]

Black Hippy, sticky in the piece pipe
No I'm no [?] but I'm throwing up the peace sign
Smoke fill the room every time a nigga inside
And when I'm off this I feel like the H.N.I
See no seeds in my product that's a no-no
I'm three dollars short and I'm a need it for the lolo
I owe the weed man down the street, also:
I got the munchies and I haven't ate, Ocho
(Fuego, fuego, fuego) Ab-Solo
I hit the blunt then pass it the horseman on my polo
Daddy Fat Sacks (Smoke something bitch!)
I mean till that motherfucker burn your fingertips
Watch your lip, concentrate
Let's see how much more you can take
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)
And when your bitch call tripping, pimp man this is what you say:
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)

[Hook:]
Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
Man you tryna smoke or what?
Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up
Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
White paper [?]
That was dutch and swishers, even Philly's filling up

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Got something in that optimal swisher got me feeling right
I'm feeling like, Transformer forming in the highest height (Yesss)
Michael Thriller night, moonwalk in flight (yea, yea)
Heaven or hell, I be good in paradise (uh, uh)
I give you satellite (uh huh)
Or some other shit, Prada Louie printed shits
Getting money growing off the tree, Dough dough
You never smoke but always want the trees, Popo!
And that's a no-no, I get your son
I take his lung, I let you keep the photo
The swisher burning keep me earning everything in slow-mo
[?], kick it like a dojo
Wake and bake, elevate
Let's see how much more you can take
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)
And if this month I earn a thou then fuck it I'll buy a vowel
(I'm blowing O's, I'm blowing O's)

Smoke something bitch [x8]

[Outro:]

Soul (soul, soul, soul, soul, soul)
(Hahaha) Lil round, tripping
 
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"Passion"
(feat. Alori Joh)

"Passion"
(feat. Alori Joh)



[Verse 1:]
Game keep changing, Tats on faces
Look close, you can see how rats run races
You find it's all about the cheese at the other end
They forgot the simple shit, like strengthening your limbs
I listen to the radio and I begin to cringe
I eat MCs, find a spot inside my fridge
When y'all was tricking off, taking bitches to the bridge
I was sparking up a cig, tryna tighten up this bridge
The hook is real catchy and the verse is interesting
Now all I need is a feature from Drake or Lil Wayne
I never move hoes, like say a Gucci Mane
I'm broke as a bitch, and I spit like I'm insane
But what a nigga gotta do to shock the whole nation
Sign to ROC nation, become a fucking Mason
Monopolize, prophesize an abomination
I'll Do it, but you thought it was just music?

[Hook:]
Passion
What the fuck happened
Somebody talk to him
Motherfuck rapping
(Oooooh, where's your passion)

[Verse 2:]
This for my niggas that log on to All HipHop
And listen to niggas they never heard cause they love Hip Hop
I got so much drive I never need a pit stop
It's scarier than a whole hour of Alfred Hitchcock
I'll probably make your bottom lip drop when my shit drop
I'm in tip top condition
With a hustler's ambition
Ounce after ounce, me and Jizzle keep twisting
Until we get twisted like the caps on snitches
Just know our little passion will take you a long way
Like Pussy & Patron can salvage a long day
I dive head first in a verse and swim away
And pull a pen out and throw a grenade at your brigade
Like a Skin Head, you're a barber that can't fade
I'm up all night trying to come up with something crazy
So while you sleeping like a baby
I'm a seal up the deal, no relation to the navy

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Uhn
I wake up in the morning and compose a rhyme doper than the last time before I even opened my eyes
Open-minded to the truth, but not naive to what is fiction
I probably love this more than my bitch, say I'm trippin'
Leave your ass in a ditch, if you can dig it
You mad cause I found my niche and you didn't
Too fucking bad
Fuck with Ab
And so you know, every sentence, it is from the Soul

[Alori Joh Sings]

[Ab-Soul randomly talks]
 
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"Picture That"
(feat. Javonte)

"Picture That"
(feat. Javonte)



[Intro]
Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss
You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss
You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss
You'll be

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
If you ain't got a dollar to your name
Can you maintain?
Are you lost, are all your thoughts
On the same train?
I been ridin it, doubt
Despite the amount
I've yet to acquire
In my checking account
They checkin me out
They peepin my game
I paid my dues
I even kept my receipt and my change
My life is like a movie
If Siskel hate it then sue me
Fuck a Maybach, I'm straight in the back of this hooptie
It started out a hobby, became my life
Left my emotions, lonesome, hence the pain I write
Some call it therapy
Some call it rap music
I call it hip-hop
No, no
No trap music
You never seen me heat the pot
To whip the rock
You never seen me creepin down your block
With the Glock
You never seen no diamonds in my chain
Or in my watch
You never seen me in a G5
Or on a yacht
But picture that

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Picture this
Picture being poor
Picture being rich
Picture having more
Picture not having shit
Picture that
What a sight to see
Picture you, picture me, picture us, picture we
Together at the top
Where we should be

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Speaking of being at the top (Champagne, bottoms up)
I take that back, cause matter of fact
This E and J
Dollar shot
Is hittin the spot
Like a rave
My real niggas give me props
Cause I ain't afraid to say
What I am and what I am not
You had her not
I had like seven dollars knowin I'mma drop five
On that session
As soon as A-chizzle hit the block
Chocolate swisher burn slow
Though I hope it never stop
So I can get high
And accomplish my endeavors
Niggas pullin up in benzes, tellin me that I'm the one
I'm guessin when my clock climaxes then my time'll come
I never shot a gun
But I be killin all y'all raps
Cause all y'all wack
I be joggin on all y'all tracks
I mean so many lines that
I could call you all back, yeah
I could send you all a fax, with all facts
Budget tighter than my bitch's all black bra strap
Grab a digital camera
And
Picture that

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Picture this
Picture being poor
Picture being rich
Picture having more
Picture not having shit
Picture that
What a sight to see
Picture you, picture me, picture us, picture we
Together at the top
Where we should be

[Interlude]
Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss
You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss
You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss
You'll be

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
In the presence of my gifted ass
Incredible gift of gab
Don't have a cent to spare
But pull up a chair, I'll take you back
To where my Christmases was full of gifts
I surely had
Left Santa milk and cookies
(We miss you Bernie Mac)
Left him a letter
And what do you know, he even wrote my back
I don't remember what it said
But the point is that
Soon as I had to take the role for my own acts
It seemed as though, all my presents started gradually turnin into coal
I graduated with a car
Four years later that motherfucker's stuck in park
I missed the days we cut through the alley to the limo park
Or further than that
Nick at Nite, Are you Afraid of the Dark?
I keep these memories on my mind
Cause they define me like Dictionary.com
Bliss kisses ignorance
Pay them unless
Your intelligent
And her pussy be wet as shit
You would come in a flash
Please hold the flash
But picture that

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Picture this
Picture being poor
Picture being rich
Picture having more
Picture not having shit
Picture that
What a sight to see
Picture you, picture me, picture us, picture we
Together at the top
Where we should be

[Javonte]
Photogenic I are
No need to be camera shy
Hand on the bible, I ain't tellin a lie
We only got one, so I'm livin my life

Photogenic I are
No need to be camera shy
Remember where I been, where I'm going
And I only got one, so I'm livin my life
 
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"Pineal Gland"

"Pineal Gland"


[Verse 1:]
Uh, It was all a dream, I swear it never happened
I wrote like Edgar Allen, I was po' like Edgar Allen
Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that
Missing screws, bending rules like kneecaps
I don't even know what's real, I'm just being real
Making moves, you just another human being; being still
Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food
Tell the truth, I'm the coldest cat, sabertooth
Blaze the booth, blaze the buddah, this ain't hookah
You hit this shit a few times, you might see the future
Ask my nigga Blocka, we be rolling up that Blanka
Just retire, if I light this fire I might blow your block up

[Hook:]
Enjoy your mind trip but don't trip on your mind
No man is safe from the war going on outside
That's right, you ever been conscious in a coma?
Please don't tell my mama this ain't marijuana
I might be tripping off that DMT
TDE, Limitless like we on NZT
I made my dreams reality, so to speak
Or so they say, I could still be asleep

[Verse 2:]
The black sheep running with a pack of wolves
Diamond in the rough, tell Brock I need a pack of woods
Two white cups full of codeine
Plus I got two white sluts down to blow me
Can't you see I'm floating, like root beer and ice cream
My synapses act like lightning, probably why I'm so enlightening
Probably why these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm lookin like "who the fuck invited them?"
They failed in testing like what's inside of them
(Soulo, Soulo) Say it like you mean it
My demeanor is the meanest, I'm gettin meaner by the minute
It's mine, I spend it, my mind is spinning
Your time is ticking, the sky's the limit
We in a space where matter don't matter
Just spirit molecules and geometric patterns
Shitted in a crater last time I sat on Saturn
Got a letter from Andromeda, they tryna shrine my bladder

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

I'm in a whole 'nother realm, go to hell
Last nigga tried to scratch the surface broke a nail
Last nigga tried to cross the line got crucified
We overseas, back-to-back, never wore Chanel
The new nucleus never sitting in a cell
Genius idiot, best description of myself
I'm in a fucking lab coat rhyming as high as shit
When I die, donate my organs to science bitch

[Outro: x3]
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, but you can never see us
 
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"Portishead In The Morning /// HER World"

"Portishead In The Morning /// HER World"


[Portishead In The Morning]

"Light from the brightest supernova of the 20th century reaches Earth from 168,000 light-years away. At the University of Toronto’s observatory in the foothills of the Andes mountains, 30-year-old astronomer Ian Shelton was looking at photographic plates in the wee hours of Feb. 24, while listening to Pink Floyd‘s The Wall. The plates covered an area near the Large Magellanic Cloud, when he spotted an exceptionally bright spot"

I'm the brightest silver lining
'Cause I'm the brightest silver lining
Don't make, make me take my life back

Demigod with a record deal
Everything's puny to me, you a newbie
I'm from Niburu, microphone check 1, 2, 3
Master of ceremony no matter the territory, I'm cozy
Oz a OG, my brain playing ring around the rosy
The fried egg in my head defies science
I'm Bill Nye, going to great heights to stay the highest
Call me Soulo hoe the prophet, but do you really comprehend it?
Is it prophet meaning messenger, or prophet meaning expenses?
Pick it... ah, forget it

I'm the brightest silver lining
'Cause I'm the brightest silver lining
Don't make, make me take my life back

"When he walked outside the observatory"

The philosopher getting stoned
It's no doubt in my mind I found the philosopher's stone
Thought these were just songs that I write? You're wrong
Move my mouth and move a mountain with ease as well
Dead ass, I'ma live forever like the HeLa cell
My nigga [?] said "Ab you a genius but you gotta go stupid
Sometimes in order to win you gotta lose it"
My goal was to hit the hitters to glitches in the system
Do we really want to go to heaven? Ain't no bitches mentioned (this is a man's world)
I ain't a sexist, I enlighten sisters too
Oh yes, it's Bohemian Grove baby, not groove
One time for the women, two times...
I'm from another galaxy, I'm actually an android
Look me up on your galaxies and your androids
The devil was created, he is not a creator
And energy can neither be created or destroyed
It's YMF nigga, YMF nigga
If I ain't the messiah, I'm a mess nigga
YMF nigga, YMF nigga
If I ain't the messiah, I'm the brightest silver lining
I'm the brightest silver lining
I'm the brightest silver lining
Don't make, make me take my life back

"That spot did turn out to be supernova 1987A. When he walked outside the observatory, the object was visible to the naked eye. The plates covered an area near the Large Magellanic Cloud, when he spotted an exceptionally bright spot"

[HER World]

She's got the whole world in her hands
She's got the whole world in her hands
She's got the whole world in her hands
She's got the whole world in her hands
She's got the whole world in her hands
She's got the whole world in her hands

Ay man, there's more than one reason why there is only one
Remember that first or end before you've begun
I rhyme like I'm God's only begotten son
She so loved the world she gave Soul the world
That's why I just have fun, and use my third eye like I just had one
God gotta be a thot, the blood from your erection come from your brain and your feet, so you can' think and you can't run
 
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"Rapper Shit"
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)

"Rapper Shit"
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)



[Ab-Soul:]
My back against the wall, I can see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit" cause I ain't a rapper
But if I was, this ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture, you call yourself a factor
You're lame, paving away, Bob the Buil' factor
I'm a real master, real massive, you just real average
I see your chain, it's strange, they wore those in the Middle Passage
And it's harder to play me than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hits the fan, you know I stand last
I see through your true colors like stained glass
I see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
And what's the odds of even thinking you coincide
When every time a nigga open a door you go inside
Just to realize, either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about what you do than you do
So by the time your shit is due it's doo-doo
And who knew that too cool fool who used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack, like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul, Abstract Asshole
Black Lip Bastard, et cetera for forever
I follow no ruler, even if I'm under a drastic measure
But whatever

[Kendrick Lamar:]
They say pressure bust pipes
And I ain't never had to deal with plumbing in my life, now that's a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against the Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what, I got no cheddar
But my mind is like a wizard
I defy the laws of gravity every time I get high and write a sentence
Back teeth never been in agony, but I got wisdom
I have risen from the wicked to jump on the competition, scorch ya
Third degree burns next to their sideburns, all sorts of
Combustible flows, firemen on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free world with a freestyle
Free the teachers, black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings as I control my wheel
Like new power steering, so sincere
Tryna duck court hearings but I got big ears
Rap peers, used to study them wishing they would fuck with me
Now they can't fuck with him, I'm wishing good luck to them
Reluctantly these critics loving me and I don't blame 'em
They say, Kendrick you gunning for these niggas
So when I pull my weapon out, I give 'em the pleasure to see me aim it
And watch these bullets run into these niggas, clear the set
I got now, I got next, give you nouns, give you verbs
Give you adjectives while proposing an agitated threat
I am most debated in barber shops all because they slept on me
Big homie fear young, buck cause when I buck I make more than a buck
Dollars come quick like a fucking nun fucking for the first time
Put me in Alaska for six months in the dark, in my heart I know sun/son still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine

[Ab-Soul:]
I got an appetite for habitual liars on the mic
Who with pliers couldn't get a grip on life
I spit like I sat the tip of my dick on ice, and that's intense
Imagine if I had already came twice, ain't that some shit
Pass the swisher nigga, fill your cup with liquor nigga
Fly your kite till you're gone till November nigga
Show 'em you remember nigga
Pour some Hennessy and Crown for your homie six feet underground
Smoke an ounce and turn that frown upside down
Like the triangle in the panties of my gal
When Mike Jack made "Raining in Moscow" I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five, now it's twenty-ten
Two years away from when they say the world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking for 50 Cent from "Many Men", one

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Too many relays for DJs to replay
I do the reject while I eject your new singlay
Hot enough to sit in hell, then unveil in heatwave
Piss on a demon with ice water
And if I lose my voice then I'm probably calling out to all P.A
Systems to assist in with the word I'm tryna spread
Like county jail bread or the legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops, go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some valium, then turn up the volume
I influence ghettos where it says caution
And them larkins get to sparking like L.A. females that's balling
Round the time this happens often, the violence get the flare
We racing against life, the turtle or the hare?
And nobody can compare to the legacy that we bout to build
Y'all work at Build-A-Bear's office, underhand pitching with skills

[Ab-Soul:]
Shit, and ain't no use in crying over spilt milk
You're dead and gone
The pall-bearers carry you and your family will carry on
And on the real, this ain't a construction site but you know the drill
We lead the league in all aspects
And we deserve more medals/metals than a magnet
Put you niggas in a hole like bad debt
Shooting three pointers with the globe, nothing but nets

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Nigga, nothing but the best
Every time we hit your tape deck niggas hit the deck
I rhyme like a fucking TEC
-9, and I 'Clown Posses' if they disrespect
You looking at T-Rex snapping at a winter rest
Yeah, this the flow that killed aspiring rappers
Too late, I grab the eight and start expiring rappers
Some shit only BIG and Pac could rap after
And if they was alive, they would have to pay tithes
I am God
M.C.R. squares will disperse in despair, this is me motherfucker
 
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"Raw (Backwards)"
(feat. Zacari)

"Raw (Backwards)"
(feat. Zacari)



Raw backwards on all you rappers...

[Ab-Soul:]
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm low-key, like a locksmith
Working on both knees
You nosy, wire tap bands
Got fur on where my toes be
I'm cosy
Act like you know me
Wicked as Aleister Crowley
I just might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings
What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
The backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

[Zacari:]
We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

[Ab-Soul:]
I'm going loco
This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know
But don't confuse me with D'Angelo
I'm the angel of
Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me skill it
The temperature is scalding
The novices make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby
Moos what I gotta do boy?
I'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all this wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!
Mayday

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
The backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

[Zacari:]
We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

[Ab-Soul:]
I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read Genesis
'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites
About that fucking life
You fucking right, I need to
Stand up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of mind
Still leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's
Revelations reiterated
This revolutionary
Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the truth is scary
Do What Thou Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm skilled
I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield
Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just a city to me
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
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"Real Thinkers"

"Real Thinkers"


[Verse 1:]
It's Mr Ab Soulutely
More drive than the fastest hooptie
More alive than a newborn unicorn in the sky
And I just get more fly by the second I wreck it
That immortality is not a myth or just a lie
'Cause every time I speak this thesis is justified
Sublime rhyme and reason being why
I am I sayonara if you can't keep up for the ride

[Hook:]
Just for my
Just for my
Just for my (open up)
Real Thinkers (Open Up)
Real Thinkers (Open up)
And touch the sky
Touch the sky
Touch the sky
Real thinkers (open up)
Real thinkers (open up)
You thirsty?
Open Up Your Mind

[Bridge: x4]
Niggas don't think
Niggas don't think
Niggas don't

[Verse 2:]
Understand exactly what it takes to be creative
And display greatness the dedication it takes
The time consumption the stakes if you say it ain't high
That's a blind assumption and open your eyes or something
Defy the odds
Multiply with nothing grip the skies
I open minds in hopes that you open your mind
Holding my fro and scoping the scene out
And spitting sixteens spitting my spleen out
Thought I had it made but ain't shit clean
And I been chasing this dream since Wayne made Bling Bling
I drift off in thought and teleport to Beijing
Pushing 25 but still feelin like 18
With more insight than a encyclopedia
The Carson Arson warm enough to fight anemia
And I'm just warning up
Got em sweating bullets big enough to load the pump

[Hook:]
Just for my
Just for my
Just for my (open up)
Real Thinkers (Open Up)
Real Thinkers (Open up)
Real Thinkers (Open Up)
You can touch the sky
Touch the sky
Touch the sky
Real thinkers (open up)
Real thinkers (open up)
Open Up Your Mind

[Bridge: x4]
Niggas don't think
Niggas don't think
Niggas don't

[Verse 3:]
Strategize, just fantasize
They don't emulate they just antagonize
They don't illustrate they just be writing rhymes
They don't demonstrate they hide behind their lines
And on my rise to success
I'm just searching for the perfect concept
I swear I'll be the Einstein of my time
It's not E but AB equals MC squared

LONG TERM MENTALITY
 
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