Ab-Soul

[fox69]

"Stigmata"
(feat. Action Bronson & Asaad)

"Stigmata"
(feat. Action Bronson & Asaad)



[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
Righteous man
Walk with me
Bear the burden, yo

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
No, no, don't do you dare, cast one stone in air
I'm cracking stone with bare hands, you're a mere man
I know my stoners here, all my visionaries
Shades in the night, that's a scary sight
I'm never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circle
Watch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globe
That's iTunes from a nigga with astigmatism
I got it from my moms, thank you Steve Jobs
You took my grandpa job and you gave me a job
Not just a physical but digital way of displaying my rhymes
And making these kind people pay a fine
I've been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this work's fine

[Hook - Ab-Soul:]
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again
Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata (YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK)
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata

[Verse 2 - Action Bronson:]
From the fiery pits, on some Dead Poets Society shit
Here to bring you a variety mix
Grab my dick, violently spit, cause I don't give a fuck
About the type of shit, batty boys are on, get your vaginas wet
And you shaking in your ballet shoes
At the restaurant we valet twos, bad news
Half moons on ten goons, uh
On the four wheeler shredding up the sand dunes
There's something wrong and that's quite clear
I smell deception in the night's air
That shit is sweeter than a ripe pear
For your love, I cut my right ear

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Asaad:]
Oh no, no, no they didn't, cause these ain't bars, these prisons
Walk with me, every step I take in these Visvims
Real rare breed, cut from the cloth like
A phoenix feather when I write, Molotov, yikes!
You seen them flowers bloom, know that they grew in despair
A blessing in disguise, nobody knew it was there
My crown had been made, I just had to put it on
Now I spread my wings and let the bird of dawning sing its song
And when my grandpa died I broke down and cried
But still I am more than a man, I am a God
Sweetest is pain amongst all of the thriller things
I been through enough and so I need all of the iller things

[Outro:]
One of these days some simple soul will pick up the Book of God, read it, and will believe it.
Then the rest of us will be embarrassed

 

[fox69]

"Still A Regular Nigga"
(feat. Javonte)

"Still A Regular Nigga"
(feat. Javonte)



Longterm is defined as...Fuck it y'all already know

Chyeaa, the long awaited, highly anticipated (L-T-2)
Haha it's human music; nothing more, nothing less
You know what type of nigga I am, I just borrowed a dollar from the homie
I'm back...I know you missed me

Long Term the sequel, my swisher sweet is equal
My cup is full of brown like the skin color of Hebrews,
And this is not a test, no I'm nothing to mess
With, just find a cliff, and please don't watch your step
You know just what I rep, Top notch to the fullest
And TDE's my fam, for each of them I catch a bullet.
I'm strolling on Del-Amo Boulevard towards the Arco
To get another Black & Mild, my lungs look like charcoal, Yea I know-
Your whip is like one of those in car shows, I still got '09 tags on my Mitsubishi mirage
No gas, need new break pads, new tires to inspire to get money like Arabs.
Jewish lawyers, NASDAQ stock holders
But for now I'm broke, I need a fix, I be borrowin' the homie's clothes to go to events
Just so I'm camera ready when they be takin' flicks, I admit

[Hook:]
I'm still a regular nigga, doin' regular shit
Got my regular car, got my regular bitch
Still dressin' the part, in my regular fit
Like being regular is some irregular shit
I ain't changed for shit (no)
Still walking 'round with a pocket full of motherfuckin' change
(I'm on my regular shit!)
Homie! [x4]

No chain, no watch
No diamonds, no Glock
No rap sheet, no new drop whip, no top
No Gucci, no Louis, no shopping on Melrose
I asked for the bitch number, she looking like "Hell naw"
No record, no street credit, I'm probably in debt
No work, Herb never move right off his step
No G-4s, no clearports, none of that
I got a standby ticket
As for the flight, I just missed it
I'm trying to stay optimistic
In the midst of the struggle
Cause y'all make it rain, but I just slipped in a puddle
See my life is simple: I rap and smoke weed
Eat when I can, have sex when I need
Grab a fifth of E-
And J and I'm straight
I don't meant to be vane but hey I must be the savior
And if you're playing this tape, you're playing it safe
But I'm getting escorted by the armed forces to home plate (Soul!)
I am only the antonym of fake, if you're antenna is up, then you may feel the same
I see your 24's and them motherfuckers great
I even like the green and red stiches on your J's
The LV on your belt buckle, Audemar arm
Purple label, VIP table, Chandon
Black car, model braud always on the scene
5 Star continental breakfast, presidential suite
But to be the best, do I gotta have those things?
Is that the only way that I'mma make these hoes sing?
Make these niggas feel me and put on my whole team
Shit, that'll compromise my own dreams
A fortune cookie read; I had a future in music
I wonder how many people got that very same message
An A&R told me that I look like a star
And before I let it get to my head, it's best I confess it

[Hook]

[JaVonte:]
Just doing what I do
Just doing what I do
Just doing what I do
[Ab-Soul:]
And this is Long Term 2 nigga
(I'm doing what I do) Lifestyles of the broke and almost famous
(Just doing what I do)

 

[fox69]

"Studio Life"

"Studio Life"


You know what I mean?
I think that, as soon as the trend leaves, you know to be a rapper
You know, which is coming soon, you know
We can get back to just, you know, gettin' new flavor, new talent
You know what I mean? People that's really out here doin' it
Cause we really do it, know what I'm sayin'
I live this
You're now listening to the beautiful sounds of Sounwave and Ab-Soul
Hey yo wizzle this shit sound real beautiful right here man
It's that real backpack rap shit right?
The cats that spin around on they head, they'll feel this
The niggas that walk around with they backpacks
Sayin' they love hip-hop
For real

5:30 in the morning I'm up
Cooking like a chef, rolling up a blunt
Momma say I need rest, I just need a puff
To put my mind in the clouds
With the birds and the planes and such, that's how I do it
Hit Wave up, lets make some music
It's therapeutic like lotion to bad skin
Heard there's a party later on, I should attend

[Hook:]
Cause I don't get out much (I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
You might find me in the club with a mixed drink
Talking to the woman of your dreams, but just think
I don't get out much (I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
Ab-Soul, sincerely yours
This is my song and that was the chorus

As you can see I make music for the people
Real is relative and we are all equal
I be in the lab like a scientist mad
At the world and I chemical react, to rap
How real is that? I'm on the grind
Like a synapse, keep that in mind
It's all facts, don't enter the line
Or you'll miss it
Much like a lover in the distance
Plus I'm persistent, gotta keep it moving
Like a army brat foreign exchange student
Keep a certain level of class, your ass truant
Hit the road buddy, I'm a home study
Cause I don't get out much
Like a maniac straight jacket strapped up
Now that was a stretch, but nevertheless
I'm in the booth like concession stand
Workers and I'm the truth
And she wanna rendezvous, but

[Hook:]
Cause I don't get out much (I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
You might find me in the club with a mixed drink
Talking to the woman of your dreams, but just think
I don't get out much (I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
Ab-Soul, sincerely yours
This is my song and that was the chorus

(You coming through tonight Soul?)
Of course!
That was Punchline from headquarters
He must have something for me
Beats by the batch, I can run through tracks
Ali can record me
Critics saying I'm the next Sean Corey
But I'm just Ab, like the muscle in your stomach
Trynna make history
Sit up and listen
As I kick victory in the mouth like women
She my main squeeze, like lemon
Add a little lime and you got yourself a Sprite
So I ain't thirsty for a function tonight
I'mma get it in, me and rap, she all I need
Cause you know me

[Hook:]
Cause I don't get out much (I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
You might find me in the club with a mixed drink
Talking to the woman of your dreams, but just think
I don't get out much (I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
Ab-Soul, sincerely yours
This is my song and that was the chorus

So what type of sound are you? What is Ab-Soul sounds?
I just say, human music
Cumin music
Human music, like my nigga K Dot said, know what I'm sayin'
It's a real thing, real feelings, real thoughts, real situations

 

[fox69]

"Terrorist Threats"
(feat. Danny Brown & Jhene Aiko)

"Terrorist Threats"
(feat. Danny Brown & Jhene Aiko)



[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
Kick your game, spit your flow
Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
Kick your game, spit your flow
Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
Kick your game, spit your flow
Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
Kick your game, spit your flow
Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Wish I could see out Haile Selassie' eye
Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine
If all the gangs in the world unified
We'd stand a chance against the military tonight
I said we'd stand a chance against the military tonight
I said we'd stand a chance against the military tonight

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Babylon, Babylon
At my window all I see is Babylon
On the news all I see is Babylon
And all niggas do is just babble on
Money and hoes, want money and hoes
If I sold dope, I'd have plenty of flows
I was from the projects like Jay Rock
I woulda more than likely slang rocks
All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods
Pimps and thugs - just to name a few
I do drugs, Mama say it's in my blood
But she don't know what the fuck I've been through
To creep through the back door, the typical black boy in the good old U-S-A
Before I pushed rhymes like weight, I used to wanna play for the NBA
Fuck I'm doing talking bout pineal gland
Ancient ways it's Sumerian
Ain't nothing wrong with a righteous man
This why I had to write this man
For my niggas on the corner
Selling water to somebody's daughter
Fluctuating prices man
I ain't got no gavel
I ain't tryna fight nobody battle
I-I just wanna be free
I ain't tryna be nobodies chattel

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Extra pills, Extra pills
Them AK Clips they extra peel
Smoking on some of that extra kill
Purple Urkel, that Jaleel
I put that on errythang
If we could link up erry gang
And niggas is willing to bear the pain
We'd put the White House lights out today
Okay-kay-kay
We guarded like we the black KKK
Don't forget my AK-a Mayday
Pee on your P-H-D or your AA
Dear Barack
I know you just a puppet but I'm giving you props
You lying to the public like it ain't nothing
And I just love it, I hope it don't stop
I don't give a damn, nigga bang that block
I don't give a fuck, nigga bang that Glock
I seen an image of Hitler in the picture
When the twin towers dropped
Peep the concept
You've got progress, you've got congress
We protest in hopes they confess
Just proceed on your conquest
I ain't got no gavel
I ain't finna fight nobody battle
I just wanna be free
I ain't finna be nobodies chattel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Extra pills, extra pills
Nose 'Candy Rain' like Soul for Real
My baby need some enfamil
So bask in stuff like Oprah green
Pull around, come back, oh forreal?
Talk blue off low for some teal
Get lined up like homeless meals
Filling, if I know how being homeless feels?
Okay-kay-kay
Don't try to stop it, get in my way
You'll get stomped like a Broadway play
AK-melee, make her obey, okay?
Feel my pain, going insane, I'm ashamed
Cause I ain't got shit but an EBT card from a fiend
That owe me and it's in her daughter name
How the fuck is they pose to eat?
How the fuck am I pose to eat?
Got a nigga in the streets, no health care
Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet
So fuck you, you don't give a fuck about me
Can't get a job cause they drug test me
Got a nigga stressed oppressed
Got a feeling in his chest
And the world's stripped of happiness
I ain't got no gavel
I ain't tryna fight nobody battle
I just wanna be free
I ain't finna be nobodies chattel

 

[fox69]

"The Book Of Soul"

"The Book Of Soul"


Your momma told me read the Book of Job
They shoulda called it the Book of Soul
I came into this hurtful Earth in perfect health
Caught Stevens–Johnson syndrome when I was ten years old
Internal and external fever, 80%
Fatality rate at that time, ain't that some shit
Severe pink eye, my eyes swollen shut
For like two or three months, it's still bright as fuck
Oh, and I even lost my lip skin
Grew back darker than its original pigment
Skin disfigured from boils and blisters
Unidentifiable by my little sister
Come to think of it, I could've got a crazy check
The shrink thought I'd be traumatized, but I'm alright
My first years of Junior High School were not alright
Them dimes wouldn't give me no time, no, not a nod
I mean not even you, we eventually got cool
But I was nobody, you was the hottest hottie in the school
Or the world to me, not saying that cause I'm your dude
I'm glad I got to watch the woman that you blossomed to
Ironic we always had the same classes
I copied off your work, and you ain't always had
The right answers but it worked, mama, thanks a lot
Probably wouldn't have even graduated had you not
Somewhere down the line, we became an item
The love was in the air like this flight I'm lighting
The first few years was so exciting
Got deeper in this rap and started pushing shit back
My money got funny, you wanted to go on dates
I had a Soundwave beat tape tryna beat Drake
Could've spent every minute with you but I had to get it
For me and you, you sing too so you knew the business
I know it was hard but you stayed down
My fam had doubts, you told me you was proud
I did some things, you did some things, always came back together
We knew the only way to make it work was work together
Seven whole years, seven whole years
It was supposed to end with our grandkids
Luckily for me I'm used to being cut short
I'm such a nice guy, why, Lord?
Why Lori? Why'd you have to take her from me?
I guess He needed your angel face for all of heaven to see
Your picture's still on my mirror, and it's so scary
I swear, I still ain't looked at your obituary
So now I'm so doped up, I think I'm flyin'
I hope the spliff'll never finish
I guess the Mayans wasn't lyin'
2012, my world ended
You used to say that I could see the future
You was wrong, cause you was in it
And I was just with you the day before
You said you loved me, I said I loved you more
And as much I wanna cower and bid the mic adieu
And fall off a fucking tower tryna find you
I gotta stay cause I remember that day
I looked you in the face and told you
"Nothing can stop me, not even you"
Stick to the plan, I'll meet you at our spot
If reincarnation is true and we don't get too lost
Even if you forget me and everything you left behind
I never lied, I love you in a place where there's no space and time
I close my eyes and I can still hear you singing loud
We never got to tell them who The Love Religion was about
I ain't finna stage a cry in this rhyme
Signed, sincerely yours, I live to let you
Shine

[Interlude]

Everything I love the most gets taken away
My momma and music is next
And if that happens before I turn 28
Then I'm going out with Kurt Cobain
I still believe in God, we just ain't never spoke
Unless we talkin' symbolically, then I might agree
But if you really wanna look at it that way
Then, hey, man, God don't like me
I refuse to believe that, but what's acceptable
Is anything's possible, but nobody's special
My ma took my TV, Clem took my radio
Now I'm on TV and on the radio
Don't be dethroned by these systems of control
Just keep your fingers crossed and get them locks off your soul
Don't be dethroned by these systems of control
Just keep your fingers crossed and get them locks off your soul

(Soul!)

 

[fox69]

"The End Is Near"
(feat. Mac Miller)

"The End Is Near"
(feat. Mac Miller)



[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yo, check – my flow is unknown to man yet
Damnit – keep runnin’ ’round like an annual banquet
Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet
Rub her like a condom, contemplating dangerous sex
I’m unimpressed with your talent, skills still appeal
A maestro on the mic, though, I’m almost as ill as Camille, for real
Ain’t never runnin’ from nothin’, I’m fit to tread mills
Name another movement making time stand still…
High-powered to the third degree
Murder, we emerged, and it was an emergency
It’s closed curtains for you worthless earthlings
Hurtin’ ’cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat
Words on the streets, Solo done done it again
Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin’ by the O, like the letters P and N
Ain’t have to start watching CNN for you to see an end
It’s coming quicker than you think, don’t mean to rub it in
Like Lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him
Abs gettin’ bigger, but I ain’t do no sit-ups
Got the hiccups, ’cause I keep puffin’ ‘Ports without the filter
Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter
Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga
I’ll fuck her ’til she have a seizure in my leisure time
She know I love her, also know I don’t need her
‘Cause I’m a king, and I smoke a lot of weed
That makes sense, it’s about 33 ounces in a litre
In layman’s terms, you lames had better pay respect
Or you’ll be sleepin’, they’ll be at your wake, payin’ their respects

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Said it’s the soul cold wickedness – old folk killin’ shit
Most Dope syndicate, the Go Pro’s filming it
Good coke, sniffin’ shit – broke, no benefits
Smack him in his face and then I’m blowin’ smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate, shit…
I figure fame is just a bitch’s game
That’s why there’s raindrops drippin’ off my windowpane
And I was gettin’ money far before the fiscal game
Official names, got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, but homie you ain’t us
You can’t trust nothin’ if it’s comin’ with a dollar sign
It’s genius coming from out of my awkward mind
Cross the line? It’s just not the time
And he ain’t thinkin’, put that red dot on his mind
I’m Satana’s bandana, against me, you don’t stand a chance
Call you fancy pants, ’cause when you drunk, you do the hammer dance
If there’s a random chance you fuckin’ up my Phantom plans
I’mma go bananas and blam ‘em until the ambulance
My mother’s sonogram was like a mission statement
‘Cause I wasn’t patient, left that pussy in a spaceship
Y’all fools basic, your parents both racist
I’m lawyering these hoes out here, beating cases
She eatin’ dick, so she plead the Fifth
Yeah, it’s Larry Fish, homie, he’s a myth
You sunk my battleship, I be in Nazareth ’bout where Jesus lived
And your homie with you, he’s a bitch, some vagina shit
Gettin’ faded, go sing in Vegas
I’m just observing, a man of different faces
Yup, some dick licker want my kids in her
She a switch hitter, told her bring a bitch with her
The dick split her like a Swisher then I’m outtie… outtie
I never eat the pussy if it’s lousy… lousy
I’m the prodigal son, the ominous Nostradamus
Anonymous visions, confidant, some Obama shit
In moccasins, takin’ Annie… alright…

 

[fox69]

"The Law"
(feat. Mac Miller & Rapsody)

"The Law"
(feat. Mac Miller & Rapsody)



[Ab-Soul:]
Love, Love is the law, love is the only law
Yeah
Love, Love is the law, love is the only law
You should, you should do without

I've been slewing through the mail
Fishing for a feed, to feed my female
ASAP
Nature is a mother, and life is a bitch
I am convinced, God coming she just taking her time
God coming she just taking her time
Hey
God coming she just taking her time
God coming she just taking her time

I get the feeling that you only playing hard to get
Cause you ain't forget how much I love a challenge
I know we were divided to restore the balance
Hope I still get you wet while you bending over backwards
Watching over me in ecstacy expecting me
Ya number is 6 and 50 interestingly
I hope you're still blue, with golden ovaries
On your tippy toes for me, just how you posed to be
They spoke of us in Cairo quite some time ago
How these atoms adapt to this it's incredible
They love to go to sleep, but hate to be awake
Treat the eye of horus as if it's just a symbol
Unattainable, they read the wrong rights
They see the signs but ain't see what the sign saw
But luckily love is the only law
Love is the, love is the only..

[Mac Miller:]
I've been slewing through the mail
Fishing for a feed, to feed my female
ASAP
Nature is a mother, and life is a bitch
I am convinced, yeah
God coming she just taking her time
God coming she just taking her time
Yeah
God coming she just taking her time
God coming she just taking her time
Take your time baby

Cause all my thoughts are lavender and pastel green
And you the only one that know what I mean
You know what I mean

And they say our separation was sacrificial and all
But I'm in awe
These hybrids getting high but they don't get it at all
The pain of division is nothing
The joy of disillusion is all but I'm in awe man
I know that you were my discarded woman
Like to say you everything but nothing
But you nothing but my everything
How shall I explain
Aye man

I've been slewing through the mail
Fishing for a feed, to feed my female
ASAP, yeah
Nature is a mother, and life is a bitch
I am convinced, yeah
God coming she just taking her time
God coming she just taking her time
Yeah
God coming she just taking her time
God coming she just taking her time
Take your time baby

One time for the women
Two times for the ladies
Three times for the bitches
Can't forget about the Queen

[Rapsody:]
Queens, we are nodding back
Understand we are his back and
When he puts the arc in your back understand
That we took him to heaven where those golden arcs are at
Golden as sundrops, Queen
When he looks in your eyes you show him where the stars are at
And your beautiful, beautiful darkness
And in return he replies that girl I'll be your night
Your knight in shining armor
Cause you're my heart, queen
And lying on his chest our hearts beat box
And you and I are queens
We remind him that he can be all ours
Cause we all Gods
And God is Queen and God is love and
Love stays above all
Heaven, stars, queen, God, God

Love
Love
Love
Love is the law
Love is the only law
Love is the only law
Love

Ay yo Bentley, remember that chick you brought by the studio?
You thought that was your woman, your woman
Ain't your woman, she's soul's woman
It's love tho B it's love
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Thought It Was Love"
(feat. Brown)

"Thought It Was Love"
(feat. Brown)



Uhh, whattup Brown? Whattup Blue?
Yeah, look

Thou-thought it was love, not just a mockery of
We been close since snot noses
That's some old shit, yeah no shit
You chose your path. Me? I was focused on this rapping
You was trapping and I wasn't mad
You was nickel and diming, all the while
I was getting pennies for rhyming
You was eating at Tony Roma's, I had only Top Ramen
I can smell the aroma when you pass
It ain't only the potent doja you just passed
Cause now you tryna go legit, and pick up a mic
All cause you heard So Far Gone and that shit sound tight
You see me buzzing in the streets so you figure a feature
(Should) give your name a boost like the prepaid cell phone would
I lay my verse and the verdict was:
Homie got off, but Herb murdered Cuz
And instead of studying my tactics
You turned dyslexic and now you're looking at me backwards
That's straight madness, we were compadres
And now this, what can I say?
Guess that's what happens when your stick pass the shorter end
The strongest niggas start to bend

[Chorus:]
I thought it was love
I thought it was real
I thought you were being sincere
I thought you'd forever be here, yeah
I thought it was love
I thought it was love
I thought it was real, yeah

[Brown:]
She knew his track records
Took a chance on his past
Cause he was sure to
Make her laugh when she was sad
Enjoy the company, especially when her legs were spread
He was a guilty pleasure
Loved it when they were together
But nothing lasts forever
Been talking for a minute
Feelings start to develop, at first there wasn't any
She's entitled to a title but he isn't ready
For commitment, not yet
A year and a half passed in the relationship
But finding messages in his phone from miscellaneous chicks
Lies on top of lies
She was blind, didn't realize
Notice that ignorance is bliss
She put too much time and effort off into him
For it to end up like this
So she forgives what he did
But she doesn't forget
Everything that he puts her through
Through it all, she don't want it to end
Started out as a visit
He was merely a friend
Now her heart was his home
Where she felt he belonged
Was scared of being alone
Held those emotions within
She went through his phone
And she caught him again
She said

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Threatening Nature"

"Threatening Nature"


Look
It go 1, 2, 3 (turn it up)
The Devil's after me (little louder)
4, 5, 6
She's always throwing sticks (yeah)
7, 8, 9
She misses every time (little louder)
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I'm more than a man
(Ey ey, yo man, g-g-get your hand out of my pocket)

This time around
We taking atheists to church
Serving serpents with sermons with curse words
You can do all things through Jesus Christ
All the time God is good
And God is good all the time
24/7 all day
Every week
Numerous funeral services
For PaKK music beats
(Do What Thou Wilt)
The front line is behind me
And I have no fear
My heart pump the same blood as Jehovah's son
Or Joseph if you wanna go there
Hail Mary
Coming up with lies
To tell fairies out of nowhere
Can't help my selfish desires
My life is 'bout the vices, nigga (yeah, so)
It could all be so simple
But its complicated
I go around the whole nation
Saying stop the violence
But its ten times hard enough alone
Fighting temptation face facts
Still wicked as Aleister Crowley
You niggas know me
No, you niggas don't know me
I take that back
Noticed the dead man that's chalked out
On the bottom of the brim
Of my deadline snapback
I used to shop at Lids
But I'm still over niggas heads
Like ceilings and bright ideas
I'm just an awkward Carson kid
With chandelier up in my shit
My soul on fire got this threatening nature from Ras Kass
An atom is a molecule
Adam was a maricon
But if he would've never ate that apple
He'd be mad sad
And would've never pulled the leaves off of Eve
And seen all that ass
Like a true mack
True dat, true dat, sit tight
Listen, listen, hear, and understand
Or just give me some insight
You get on your knees every night to pray to a man
That you barely understand or have even seen with your eyes closed
Then turn around and do the same thing
Get on your knees then put a ring on the woman that you wanna call your wife
Something ain't right yo

(Soul, let these motherfuckers know)
Way back when I was in grade school I learned about history
But what about her story, did anybody ask?
With all disrespect
I think the American flag was designed by fags
I had it locked before the spotlight
I got a gold key and Benjamin Franklin's kite
Nigga I'm bright
This HiiiPower shit is limitless
You tryna fuck a model
And I'm trying to deflower Queen Elizabeth
Just to be precise, who knew that Genesis really meant
The genealogy of ISIS, this shit ridiculous
The chicken came before the egg is my hypothesis and
This ain't a album, this an algorithm, yeah
We went from picking cotton for men in wigs and stockings
To liberation and renaissances
What is this nonsense?
And we don't speak on sexism much as we really should
The black man could vote before the woman could
You singing hymns in church, I'm looking for the hers
In 66 books in the bible, they ain't let a lady say one word
Hilary Clinton is out somewhere trying to get ahead in the Senate
I'm getting head and I'm sinning
Nigga I'm threatening nature

 

[fox69]

"Time Is Of The Essence"
(feat. Punch)

"Time Is Of The Essence"
(feat. Punch)



[Intro]
Fucking wisdom tooth hurt
Awww maaaan [laughs]
[Female Voice] "Time flies when you're having fun"

[Verse 1]
I can't even let it breath
I ain't got a second to spare
But I'm definitely hair, like fur
Do you concur?
I'm only the seed of Herbert the Third
And the creature conceived in Korea
Word
More of a reason to be a overseer
Four years older than Helina, man we're getting old
In four years your be a senior, at least I hope
And hope is all a nigga got
You put your all in something, then that's all you've got
So why would that lollygag
Popping four fives, pop a tag
There's more to life
I know my wrongs, I know my rights
And while you jog, I travel at the speed of light
I see the light, shades on
You got an Audemars with diamonds in the face, huh

[Hook]
Cause time is of the essence
You ain't got time for no comments or no suggestions
But just begging my pardon, enjoying my party
Cause Ima run the world til my clock stop homey
Yeah Ima run the world til my clock stop homey
Cause time is of the essence
Praying destiny is manifested

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Question, how many milliseconds in a year?
31,558,468,000 and yeah, I googled it
But which one of you would have counted?
I thought it was astounding
My biggest fear is blinking and missing a whole year and thinking I was tripping
Now that's a disappearing act for your ass
Wesley and Sanaa didn't have it that bad
My mind travel so fast that I can see the future today
Trying to escape like a fugitive in 2088, play it safe
Preparate, you still trying to segregate
You better be trying to get your ticket on them arks they about to make
Know or be amazed, you caught in a maze
You need your hair done, you need the brand new Js
You need your nails done and you need 28s
So you can skate on them hoes, fuck if they say no, there's plenty more

[Hook]
Cause time is of the essence
You ain't got time for no comments or no suggestions
But just begging my pardon, enjoying my party
Cause Ima run the world til my clock stop homey
Yeah Ima run the world til my clock stop homey
Cause time is of the essence
Praying destiny is manifested

[Female Voice] "Time Flies when your having fun"

Time [x3]

[Verse 3: Punch]
Chronomentrophobia, the fear of time
I'm Francis Ford Coppola
The writer of Apocalypse Now is upon us
I guess time is the opponent
With Armageddon approaching, I'm striving to be the dopest
Instead of getting prepared, I'm focused on hypnosis
With the flow, yeah I know how close it is
I'd rather match with Soul about who the coldest is
And carry on like I don't notice this
Sprinkle jewels here and there while committing the grossest sins
Infinite living just isn't consistent with our comprehension
Everything we know has an ending
Analyze time, it means limits, I never knew them
I'm throwing shots back, the world spinning
4026 before our common era man was made
In 2012 we live in terror
Cause time is of the essence
We ain't got time for no comments or no suggestions
But just begging my pardon, enjoying my party
Cause Ima keep spinning until the world stop homey
Yeah, said Ima keep spinning until the world stop homey
Cause time is of the essence
I hope my intellect is manifested

There's so much more I want to say but there's just not enough time

Time [x4]