AB-SOUL – Track Two

B-O, what up my nigga?
E3 I’m a get you on these backwoods last thing I do nigga
Yeah
Oh shit nigga! Oh shit nigga!
These niggas done did it again
Tae Beast why you do that man?
Why the fuck you had to do that man?
This shit sound like a 100 birds under the Carson Sheriff Station
I told Rizac I get off my stash
We really out here my nigga!

[Verse 1:]
When I roll through the city it give me a rush
Yeah I’m high off life but I’m rolling blunts
And they couldn’t wait for Soul to reappear
Click, boom. T.N.T., TDE, we in here
Mm, mm, mm! I can smell fear
From a mile away, you might as well get from round here
I run the town like Roc Nation, no exaggeration
Bet I rise like Lazarus, use your imagination
Fascinated by you faggots hating
Get an occupation
You in violation, provoke annihilation
Flow like the Nile river, yo it’s now or never
You had a release date, but now it’s never
Yeah, welcome to the Control System
I’m stimulating the hoes and educating my niggas
I wiggle through potholes, my destination is vivid
To the end of the road I’m driven
Y’all trippin’
Soulo

[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole
Give the people what they need
Damn right, let ‘em know
You got some kind of disease
I’m the illest in the business
If you ain’t with the business, mind your business
And we stunting like
Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole
Give the people what they need
Damn right, let ‘em know
You got some kind of disease
I’m the illest in the business
If you ain’t with the business, mind your business
And we stunting like

[Verse 2:]
Like I ain’t never had shit
Cause I never had shit
Same Chucks, two years straight, doing bad shit
Sick, twist two spliffs out my dime bag shit
Pissed, tryna get a good response out this bad bitch
Which one of you niggas wanna call my bluff?
Wish granted, call his ass granite, now he mopped up
Never been locked up but I keep a sentence
Winners win and sinners sin only to ask God forgiveness
In this world of luxury cars, illegal tender
Johnny want me like Wyclef Jean gone til’ November
Pop my collar like I’m Don Juan, green to my slippers
Just remember that they don’t want me to get ignorant
Sinister literature, given from this wicked minister
Witness your future diminish
No present from Saint Nicholas in particular
You’re just a thing of the past
I’m a diamond ring in the trash
No reason to brag, it’s Ab

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
What’s your life about, enlighten me
Is you gon’ live on your knees or die on your feet?
Can’t lose, you niggas must admire defeat
You lying like Nala nigga, you know where to find a nigga
Del Amo, Carson in the house
The View, The Village, Scottsdale and right back around
Can’t forget about The Patch, matter fact
I got some homies off Grace Ave., we go way back
Been running round since L train cut up at our people
Rocket was my role model, Lil’ Rocket my number one O-migo
With fifteen in the back alley
Hop fences and skip school
Fellowship with the gang members, and goddammit I still do
But just imagine if Einstein got high and sipped juice
Broke rules, got pussy, beat up rookies on Pro Tools
You probably call his ass Soul Brother #2
And I just took a number two
And ain’t this track number two?

AB-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 Steven 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 still bright as fuck
And I even lost my lip skin
Grew back darker than it’s 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
But the world to me
Not saying that cause I’m your dude
I’m glad I got to watch the woman that you blossomed too
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 graduated had you not
Somewhere down the line, we became an item
The love was in the air like this flight I’m lightin’
The first few years was so excitin’
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 be 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
But I’m such a nice guy, why Lord?
Why Lori?
Why’d you have to take her from me?
Guess you needed your angel face for all of heaven to see
Your picture 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 flying
I hope the spliff will never finish
I guess the Mayans wasn’t lying
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 most get taken away
My momma and music is next
And if that happens before I turn 28
Then I’m going out with Curt Cobain
I still believe in God, we jut 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 special
My ma took my TV, – 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 keep them locks off your soul [x2]

(Soul!)

AB-SOUL feat. Jhene Aiko – Soulo Ho3

This is a story about control, my control
Control of what I say, control of what I do
And this time I’m gonna do it my way
I hope you enjoy as much as I do
Are we ready? I am, because it’s all about control
And I’ve got lots of it

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho, the one and only
You niggas know me, your bitches want me
Determination, I got a grip, 9-5 locs I am not a Crip
Blood, sweat and tears, hotel tiers
Your short term tall tales won’t sell here
And Ms. Aiko told me let my soul sail here
Let me get a ‘hell yeah’

Open your eyes
You niggas know what it is
It’s about that time
Soulo ho?
You niggas know what it is
It’s been a hell of a ride
You niggas know what it is
We live one hell of a life
So Soulo ho?

[Verse 2:]
Manipulating minds, reciprocating times
Split on my
Said I was the underdog, turns out I’m the secret weapon
We can see you half-stepping, I should somersault
Some are salty that I made it in the way I did
Cause I really did everything I say I did
Let me tell you why I’m vexed
The same reason why I’m stressed, the same reason why I’m blessed
I stopped playing, and I started planning
I stopped playing, and I made it happen
We mapped it out, and now the map is ours
Raised my stats off of records, check an almanac
Thank God punchline knew I had a knack
Down two die to get my point across like craps
Control System, cut off your radios, cut off your television

AB-SOUL feat. ScHoolboy Q – SOPA

(Soulo taught me…)
See yeah my nigga see
See yes this where that sci-fi met swag my nigga
Like the Holy Bible and a Gucci Bag
My nigga, swag!

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Oh you the kid, I’m Joseph Kony
Chip off the block, it’s puffy socks in my Saucony
I touch stock, she suck cock
She dancing Secret Sundays and I’m ’bout to pray
I’m smoking dope, I’m smoking dope
She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke
Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream
She into Alexander McQueen but she ain’t met the king
(Soulo, SOULO, Soulo, SOULO) kiss the fucking ring ho
TDE we got the belt, “hold it down if nothin else”
And this is my new single, cut the cheese it’s bout to melt
Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr.Evil
Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler
ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta
And I ain’t never been a motherfucking lick ‘less I’m right around the clit
Druggys with’ hoes, O’s and 4′s

[Hook: x2]
I’m smokin dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag’s so mean, on them fucking hoes

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Oh that’s your bitch? Well bruh she on me
I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies
Got the block hot, ’cause I sold it off
No I’m not Weezy, bitch I’m weezy from that chronic cough
Yeah, I’m smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard
Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here
Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down
How that sound I’m from the underground
They’re gonna make me slang a pound
Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row)
Bitch, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row)
This is original gangster, Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Smoke it, chewed it, sniff it, smell it
Inhale it, sip it, whatever
Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah
In interviews they always asking me about a lisp
Knowing damn well I’m looking like I’m slinging bricks
Ever seen an ex-student get a half a ticket
Think I’m lying? just ask Jimmy, that check was mine to…

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q]
Soulo ho! Groovy Q!
I’m high as fuck, look at me too
Won’t pass the weed, but I’ll pass a bitch
Fendi on, I might throw a fit
Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon
Heard it through the grapevine
We got extra pills, lean and shrooms
Life for me is just weed and brews
Don’t stop! (Get it, get it) Don’t stop! (Get it, get it)
Don’t stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)
Don’t stop! (Get it, get it) Don’t stop! (Get it, get it)
Don’t stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get get)

(Soulo taught me)

AB-SOUL feat. Kendrick Lamar – Rapper Shit

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

AB-SOUL – Showin’ Love

For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love

[Verse 1:]
Pants still saggin’ to the floor, saggin’ through your turf
Like I own this fuckin’ earth, I saw my fuckin’ life
I’m just livin’ fuckin’ life, This ain’t house Party 5
But what’s poppin’ for tonight? I got a ‘lil more dough to spend
This Rest in Peace up on the LB like Nate did
Y’all ain’t smokin’ y’all jokin’, Nugs big as Chuckie Cheese tokens and I’m tokin’
Bomb House on Skid Row ain’t this potent, holy shit
I’m God-Sent, admire my skit, callate la voca in the presence of the most high (power)
Most high (power), Most high (power)
Yea you heard me right, true achiever, new ADIDAS still tryna earn my stripes

[Hook:]
For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit [x2]
For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit [x2]

[Verse 2:]
It’s easy to assume we doin’ decent, true indeed
I’m not from here, I’m of Heaven descent
Were you the Prius, sure it’s one, it’s two, it’s 3
You’d have this music down to a Tee if you was me
It’s 36 O’s in a Ki, it’s only one in Ab -Soul
Still open do’s, Don’t forget the dash
I might leave you with a gash, I ain’t doin’ no more shows unless I’m gettin’ cash
Feelings full of Hash, city on my back nigga
Fucked around and put the llama on the map
Carson, Californication no travel agent
But every day’s a vacation and mothafuckas hate it
I flew in, but I ain’t complanin’
And everyday I’m rainin’ got the most precipitation
Soul-o, Top Dawg Administration
Top Notch, Crock Pot Hot, where’s your apron
Stop, watch, grab a stop watch and pry patience
And watch us pop across the population

[Hook:]
For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit [x2]
For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit [x2]

[Verse 3:]
Do that shit, we done that shit
You new to this, we run that shit
Go and tell em Soul told em, lick a scrotum suck a dick
Down for what I’m up against, clownin’ when you see me
Stylin’ jokin’, smilin’ sculpture poker face, through these black shades (Smokin’ on Haze)
In the middle of the bar, at least I think so I can’t quite remember where we are
All I see is stars nigga, All I see is stars
I don’t know if I’m on the red carpet or on Mars
Shout out to my bitches givin’ it up on the first date, Between 21 & 38 (Great)

[Hook:]
For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit [x2]
For all my niggas doin’ drugs, fuckin’ hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit [x2]

AB-SOUL – 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

AB-SOUL – Mixed Emotions

[Hook: x2]
One time for my niggas poured up yup, bachelor
We get screwed up like the neck of Frankenstein
Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag, purple tag
We be getting dough, We be getting dough

[Verse 1:]
Just copped a pack of backwoods, I’m sitting high as hell
This OG kush suits this honey very well
The lights are low, the mood is right
I got her foe, that’s right I’m tryna get dough
Hit my nigga AJ, heard he bought an 8th
My nigga Legend blessed me with a cup the other day
Hit my nigga Carver D, Dough boy it ain’t crack?
Tell him it’s a pole party, ASAP
Bumping out the speakers, coffee cups with lids
This way nobody accidentally ashin’ in my shit
Got a few two liters and it’s about to go down
Then again it’s the prescription of choice
Just call us the Finnegan boys
I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know, but you have no idea
The lights are low, the mood is right
I got a foe, who got a Sprite?
Who got a Sprite? Who got a Sprite?
I got a foe, who got a Sprite?
I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
I got this funny little dream of buying out the bar
Then flexing in my section like a fucking star
They ask me what I like to drink and I say I’m alright
Then all you see is my purple sprite, glistening off of the strobe light
No jolly ranchers, this ack? is all I need
I hope it ain’t cliché to shoot Pimp C a RIP
As well as DJ Screw since I made up this tune about lean
But as of late, all I see is poe like Section 8
The homie say he’s got a few tings
That’s three 16s and a whole lot of cream
I crack a ceiling, drope a douce now I got mixed emotions
From here on out, it’s slow motion
I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know, but you have no idea
The lights are low, the mood is right
I got a foe, who got a Sprite?
Who got a Sprite? Who got a Sprite?
I got a foe, who got a Sprite?
I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know

[Outro: x2]
Coming down, still sipping
Draped up dripped out, still sipping

AB-SOUL – Nothing’s Something

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]

AB-SOULfeat. Jay Rock & Bj the Chicago Kid – Lust Demons

Your body’s calling
Your body’s calling
(Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that)
Your body’s calling
Your body’s calling
(Me) Your body’s calling
Your body’s calling
(Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that)
Your body’s calling
Your body’s calling me

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Alright, I know what you like, I know what you want
I know what you need, I know how to put you out your misery
A-B (dash) S-o-u-l
Infinity when it comes to the possibilities
Anytime you’re in my vicinity
And I’ll beat it, yeah I’ll beat it up, yeah I’ll beat it up
Just like it’s my enemy, all night
I can’t resist, I need it like my pancreas
If you dismiss and no give me kiss kiss, it’ll be hard digesting it
Gimme some of that, gimme some of that
That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Back it up til a nigga say that’s enough
Mirror on the ceiling, everything looking up
Sweetie, I’m trying to get it in like a suite key
Your skin like sweet tea, I need thee
Look sweet thing, you remind me of my jeep, your body’s calling
She got work but I think she finna call in, cause I’m all in that thang
And she probably think I’m in love the way I’m falling in that thang
Soulo

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]
This strange thing got me leaning
This reefer keep on steaming
And I believe that everything happens for a reason
And girl you got me fiending
I don’t care about your religion
Cause I just can’t resist you
God damn lust demons

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Rock, Rock
Leaning like a motherfucker, I be pouring
(Black Hippy Shit) higher than a motherfucker, I be blowing
I’m off that Amber Kush with a bad little bitch call it Amber Rose
She be loving the crew and I be loving her too
She got a thang for them rap niggas I suppose
She feeling my energy
I feel on her thighs, she fill up the Henessey
Now we on the sofa, in a minute I’m a be bending her over
She know my motives, tryna get behind me like a locomotive
She trained, she on the right track
Yeah she got that boomerang then I’m coming right back
She ratchet nasty
She got a ring on her tongue and a ring on her clit
Got my hands on my YKK, sip it down, now she all on my tip
She told me, look at me when I work my magic daddy
She pulled a rabbit out a hat
Made my dick disappear, in thin air
Then she brought it right back

[Hook]

AB-SOUL feat. Kendrick Lamar – ILLuminate

[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 and 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]

AB-SOUL – 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

AB-SOUL – Fame

The fame
The fortune
The need to be important
Will exist as long as the Earth is in orbit

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Far from a Frankie Lymon but I’m feelin’ the scrutiny
The fame
The bitches in they visions is screwin’ me
Cause they don’t see Soul
They see commerce
{Boy you finna be the biggest}
Get her a pre-sale ticket
I used to sit and stare at my phone and wait for rings
Like professional athletes or any wife to be
Now it’s ringin’ off the hook cause I wrote a tight hook
The list goes on man
I could write a book
But you know the popular sayin’
“Be careful what you wish for”
I just wanted to move people
I didn’t know it’d come with this whore
Got me steppin’ outside like menthols
Well sellin’ your soul’s the end all be all
I’m just tellin’ the truth people
But you could prolly only feel me if you’re involved
Just know what you in for

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Some people wonder why I wear shades at night
I say “Cause in the dark, they’re still that bright.”
I see my enemies
They see me too
You wish you was me like something’s wrong with you
They say I’m becomin’ such a household name
That everywhere I go I’m sure to feel the
{Fame}
Some people wonder why I wear shades at night

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Tell me how you supposed to feel when you walk in a room
Everybody swellin’ your head ’til it’s as big as the room
You still ain’t made it
But it appears to be comin’ true
At a time you tryna find what the world is comin’ to
And don’t forget about your family
You would think it was all love
They waitin’ for you to fuck up to blame it on your moms
Like “She did a horrible job
He don’t look too good in the eyes of God.”
But you know the popular sayin’ “Be careful what you wish for.”
It just might happen
I never thought I’d make it this far
When I was young I used to wanna ball like Chris Paul
Hoop dreams converted to writin’ hit songs
To some of y’all it’s just rappin’
And I wrote this over the toilet cause I was pissed off
No shit…

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Some people wonder why I wear shades at night
I say “Cause in the dark, they’re still that bright.”
I see my enemies
They see me too
You wish you was me like something’s wrong with you
They say I’m becomin’ such a household name
That everywhere I go I’m sure to feel the
{Fame}
Some people wonder why I wear shades at night

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
The fame
The fortune
The need to feel important
Will exist as long as the Earth is in orbit
Michael Jackson died just a few days ago
Some people say “Malpractice”
But just imagine
Sellin’ a hundred million plus copies off of one project
Grown men fallin’ out just to touch your fashion
You become an object
With or without an objective of your very own
That type of attention can drive a man mad
So be careful what you wish for
This music is what I do
‘Til I die it’s what I live for
So if you do it for the jewels
Or the new tennis shoes
And not to be mentioned with Pac, Biggie, and Nas
Then you do it to pollute
I’m Captain Planet with my pants saggin’
Tell the truth
Rewrite it, define it, and spell it too
Make sure you shake every hand
And take a picture with every fan
And do whatever you can do

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
The fame’ll consume you
The fame’ll confuse you
Make it look like everything is an optical illusion
The fame will haunt you
Listen what I taught you
Even on your day off
The fame is on you
The fame ain’t expensive
But the fame will cost you
The fame is your friend
But the fame will cross you
Take what I say as a warning
Precaution
From the captain blockin’ moonlight with my sunglasses
Bastards…

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Yeah
Yeah
Be careful what you wish for
It just might happen…

They say I’m becomin’ such a household name
I’m tryna feel the…

Some people wonder why I wear shades at night…

AB-SOUL – Gone Insane

[Verse 1:]
I feel like, I’m affiliated with, the illuminati, bitch
All seein’ fuckin eye (I), this is your enlightenment
I’m lightin’ this, fire my supplier always like to give
Higher than I’ve ever been these heights are mighty frightening
Throw ya hands up as if you wanna strike like lightening
Don’t shoot, you can’t fight a viking on vicodin
Can you? Hmmmm I would like to see you try it then
I be eatin’ rappers that’s the only way I’m bitin’ them
That was yummy yummy, dummy dummy, nothing’s funny funny
Give a bitch a sippy sippy, then I get some sucky sucky
Sucky sucky now, think the nigga must be lucky lucky
She’s such a doll, I guess that makes me Chucky
Wassup with ya’ll other than nothing at all?
Bitches lickin’ my balls, you ain’t nuttin’ at all!
You ain’t nuttin’ at all
Neither am I
Heaven’s a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, I think I’m Kurt Cobain
I think I’m John Lennon, gone insane
Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG)
Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O

[Chorus:]
Grab a bitch then grab ya dick
Pop a fifth and have a sip
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Fly nigga, fly nigga
Party every single night
Mingle with a nigga wife
Doggone, we all gone
Die nigga, die nigga

[Verse 2:]
Life’s a bitch, but she won’t let me hit
So I just masturbate to her naked flicks
I ain’t got change for a dolla, but I think I’m making sense
I do resemble my father, but do I really know I’m his?
Sometimes I like to go on a tangent of random shit
Stay with her Black n Mild out with a handful of acid tips
Skywalker in the blunt, Darth Vader in the cup
You don’t get lifted with us, your elevators stuck
I never gave a fuck, my name never came up
But now that I done came up, I think I’m King Tut
I told Punch I’d probably get assassinated by the government
He probably think I’m sniffin’ cocaine and some other shit
I’m on some other shit, Black Hippie ho!
Yippy ka yeee, Yippy ka yoo
Tilt ya head you see me in the sky
Heaven’s a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, I think I’m Kurt Cobain
I think I’m John Lennon, gone insane
Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG)
Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O

[Chorus:]
Grab a bitch then grab ya dick
Pop a fifth and have a sip
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Fly nigga, fly nigga
Party every single night
Mingle with a nigga wife
Doggone, we all gone
Die nigga, die nigga

[Verse 3:]
Drownin’ in Moscato, popular pothead
Feel like I hit the lotto, and I just got head
From a famous model (who?), Gloria Velez
Lusting for Cubana’s culo you know what it is
I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, experience my fate
All I’m missin’ is a band of gypsies and some purple haze
But now it’s OG Kush and aeroinstrumentals
No need to insinuate, miss me with the innuendo
Ya outlooks lousy someone needs a new window
I’m a win I just don’t know when though you bimbos know what you in for some info to make you exercise your mental
A seed small as my pinkie can be your weeping willow
I’m so I’ll I’m held hostage at a hospital
Doin’ it big like not little
Tivo the revolution when it’s televised
Heaven’s a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, I think I’m Kurt Cobain
I think I’m John Lennon, gone insane
Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG)
Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O

[Chorus:]
Grab a bitch then grab ya dick
Pop a fifth and have a sip
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Fly nigga, fly nigga
Party every single night
Mingle with a nigga wife
Doggone, we all gone
Die nigga, die nigga

AB-SOUL feat. Alori Joh & Ja Vonte’ – Empathy

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
I got seven hundred dollars from my last show
And I would spend it all on you
So baby won’t you fall on through
Empathy… Empathy…
Empathy… Empathy…
It’s been a little while since the last time I saw you
What’s up with you and ol’ dude
I hope everything is all cool
Empathy… Empathy…
Empathy… Empathy…

[Alori Joh:]
Can you feel, what I feel
When I feel, What I feel
Empathy… Empathy…

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Lady if you would just give me the time
You could just leave all your problems behind
You got a past, but that’s in the past
And we all know that, you can’t press rewind
I understand, where are you and
I lend you a hand, if you wanted mine
Pamper you and stand for you
The man to, make everything right

[Verse 3: Javonte & Absoul]
I guess things ain’t going as well as you expected
But baby don’t stress it, I hope you learned a lesson
Empathy… Empathy…
Empathy… Empathy…
I tell you I’ve been down that road before
If anyone can fill you then it’s me
So why don’t you let you garments hit the floor
And let me let you feel me
Lights please, lights please
Light-skinned, mighty fiesty
All hope, I see, I see
You like me too

[Hook: Alori Joh & Ab-Soul]
Can you feel, I feel, I feel
Empathy

AB-SOUL feat. Danny Brown & Jhene Aiko – Terrorist Threats

[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

AB-SOUL – Double Standards

[Verse 1:]
He with the homies, he with the homies
No squares in his circle, nobody phonie
He with the homies, he with the homies
We don’t love them hoes, let’s get this money
He got a main chick, been with her for a while
Love making, and making out
His fellas in his ear, “you acting like a queer”
You going on dates, we tryna get this cake
The pressure be setting in
If you a real man, you would fuck her friend
Head saying no, other one saying yes
His girl girlfriend been with it, it’s scandalous
Unfasten her clothes, is what you gonna tell his soul
The thrill of it all got him off, case closed
He hesitated, and she say “why you push me?
If you don’t get this pussy, then you a pussy”

[Hook:]
Tired of living, living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard
Tired of living, living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard

[Verse 2:]
She with the girls, she with the girls
Hair done, nails done, no care in the world
She with the girls, she with the girls
They all wifey material, yes sir
She want a boyfriend, she been missing out
On love making and making out
But she ain’t having the best luck
Everybody who chop it up only want a cut
One of her girlfriends got one
She been jealous of the relationship since day one
But last week he made a pass at her
She knew she had him, her ass a little fatter
Unbutton his jeans and then she fell to her knees
She finally found company for her misery
He hesitated, and she say “why you push me?
If you don’t get this pussy, then you a pussy”

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
See the moral of the story is
She a ho, he a pimp
Old girl’ll forgive her man
But her girlfriend’s cut off like Edward’s hands
What’s fucked up is he got at her
Bitches call her a rat, but shit she’s heard worse
To my niggas having bitches, it’s what you just do
To the bitches having niggas, this what a slut do
My auntie told me always treat my lady right
My uncle told me only love ‘em for a night
You can see the immediate disconnection
Between a man and a woman, the reason for aggression
For example, you heard of Amber Cole
But you don’t know that nigga that was getting dome
I’m saying we heard of Amber Cole
But we don’t know that lil’ nigga that was getting dome

It’s just my interpretation of the situation

[Hook]

AB-SOUL feat. Punch & Ashtrobot – Beautiful Death

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
My only fear is fear itself
I ain’t afraid to die, more afraid of myself
Niggas looking at me like I don’t hear myself
Like I don’t know pain – I been here myself
(This life will drive you crazy)
Only if you let it
I’m just an American expressin’ – Just give me credit
Won’t be surprised if before I rise, I’m beheaded
These are the days of our lives
Nightmares of a thief comin’ takin’ my life
I go to sleep thinkin’ I may never wake up
In this reality, at least I keep my bed made up
I just wish they all could see what I can see
If we could stop it with the violence and apply a lil’ logic I believe
We could thrive to be a promise, see – Civilisation
We may die individually, but as a nation
We’ll rise, nigga, change lives, nigga
Break ties from the everyday lies, nigga
It’s not time, until it’s our time

[Hook:]
(Don’t be so afraid to die)
Until it’s our time
(Don’t be so afraid to die)
It’s not time, till it’s our time
(Cause we’ll never die)

[Verse 2: Ab Soul]
All I see is confusion and chaos
Blatant disorder, authorities pickin’ on the minorities
Unfortunately, the land of the free has little to offer me
And got me awfully thinkin’ about offin’ me
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself?
I’m tired of being broke and even worse
The upper class acts like they want me off this earth
(This life will drive you crazy)
Only if you allow it
That’s only if you a coward and you’re sure to get devoured
To no avail, tuck your tail, and all you do is give them power
Who’s gonna take a stand, who’s gonna be a man?
Who do you work for? Please help me understand
You could be the victor in a situation
We may die individual, but as a nation
We’ll rise, nigga, change lives, nigga
Break ties from the everyday lies, nigga
It’s not time, until it’s our time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Punch]
Pardon my immortality
I’m Martin Luther shooting back at the balcony
Escapin’ in a Lorraine until they call in the cavalry
Out from 184, oh lord, nobody blast for me
If it takes me to be a martyr to push the envelope farther
Nigga show me to the slaughter
I gladly sacrifice what is percieved
Sow my seed, so my seed can live it’s dreams
My spittin’ image, see my stitching in his genes
According to my likeness, this breath of life is priceless
My enlightenment’s the ancient Chaldeans
Penetratin’ America’s culture, to it’s very being
It’s not political though, it’s more critical
Spiritual warfare, you can murder me in the physical
But I advise y’all to keep me alive
In the event of my demise, I’ll be bigger than life
Beautiful death, nigga

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
Tragedy after tragedy, it’s sad to see
America killin’ her babies like Casey Anthony
We try, we try to cope and hold on to our sanity
Poppin’ ecstasy will surely shorten life expectancy
We travel the seven seas in hopes for a little peace
We promised pie in the sky, I’m dyin’ to get a piece
Put down your piece, I’m wish you all a beautiful death
Peace

AB-SOUL feat. Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q – Black Lip Bastard (Remix)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Black lip bastard, pass me your password
So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane
Before I fall I’m sure to curse you all in Jesus’ name
Lead shower, and a pebble hour bitch stand the rain

Look inside my parking garage and see a collage
Of every person I despise since the moment I turned 5
Calculate my steps and strategically took my time
Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj
Eat that pink pussy like it’s Friday
Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade
And somebody tell Rihanna too
I need that vagina too
Don’t fucking take me for some kind of fool
I’m kinda the reminder of knowin’ Compton ain’t kinda cool
Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn’t see my views
Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move
I hope this shit can register on a regular soon
Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool bitch
K.Dot, leave ‘em grieving on evening news
Even when society break even, I’ll break rules

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas
Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga
Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg
Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?
Niggas stretchin’ the truth like they choose to do yoga instead
Either that or that or they depressed, eatin’ yogurt in bed
Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle
The bass bit the bait, I’m straight, you a gay couple
I ain’t thirsty for the deal, wait and make em’ pay double
Anxious when I’m banking on the table I need a muzzle
You’re basic like cable to a satellite dish
You was runnin’ LA, now you out of there like Fish
What more can I say? I’m a bastard with black lips
Black shirt, black shades, long black dick
I’m awkward dog, I’m trynna bargain shop at Saks Fifth
Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time
Fuck this rap shit I’m actin

Suckin’ on titties since I was 8
Hoodie with my shades I ain’t trynna be fake
So don’t be talking to me pussy
Runnin’ your gums like you be loc’ing
When the world know that you’re nookie
Rookie, softer than if you fabric
I won’t have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted
Know my niggas movin’
You hesitatin’ to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doin’

[Verse 4: Ab-Soul]
Perpetratin’, bitches poppin’ percocet and percolatin’
Freelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works
I’m clever with the words if you haven’t noticed yet
Lightyears ahead, I’m bright and I like to get oral sex
Soul brother number 1+1, gettin’ fed like where drugs and guns come from

[Verse 5: Jay Rock]
All we do is do it, shittin’ on the competition
Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music
You niggas don’t move me, you niggas just movies
Cut straight to them credits and hit you with’ a uzi
Peel off in a dooney, truck bed full of toolies
Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie
I’m just fuckin’ around, enough with them fairy tales
But I bust heads for real, go head -
I’m Jay Rock, you norm’ niggas beneath me
How you gon’ dance with the devil, with two left feet?
Peep, thinkin’ you sweet but you weak
Talkin out of turn’ll leave all of your teeth in the street
Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant
Unless you David, remember my nigga, I’m not goliath
Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon
Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident
Money on the table my nigga, you know I’m all in
If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I’m all gin
Hunnit’ proof, recruit a hunnit’ troops who love to shoot
No fluke my nigga, you know that’s what us hunters do
East side up, Watt city mayhem
Choppers that sprayin’ from AM to PM
I’m the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon
Black Hippy blastin’ a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon
Toe tagging wack rappers off GP
You can’t see me, your vision ain’t 3D
You smokin’ on that seaweed, we rollin’ up that kiwi
In the backwood lightin’, we high for like 3 weeks
You payin’ for that pussy but we always get freebies
Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it’s history
You know the night and day is ours
Top Dawg Conglomerate, HiiiPower, bitch

AB-SOUL feat. Alori Joh – A Rebellion

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

I’m prolly all alone on this one [x4]

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

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

[Hook:]
Who’s bold enough to rebel?
Re… bel
Re…
Who’s bold enough to rebel?
Re… bel
Re…

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

I might all alone on this one [x9]

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

I might all alone on this one [x4]

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

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

I know I’m all alone on this one [x5]

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

I know I’m all alone on this one [x3]

[Hook:]
Who’s bold enough to rebel?
Re… bel
Re… bel

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