Goodman
Ab-Soul
Yeah
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Check, check
Mic, oh
Mic check, mic check, one, two
Uh, yeah
Ay, man, look
Righteous man
Wrong one to fuck with, run quick, get an eye exam (uh)
Couldn't see me if I just swam
Couldn't touch me with Midas hand
Y'all don't feel me though
Literally, never had a bully thus far, but
Temptation my sparring partner
My guard's up like the air forced me (yeah)
Your crucifixion story, therefore (therefore)
Never dare cross me
To speak the good words what we here for (listen)
But that you knew
Don't even get me started with a sentence
'Less we talkin' bout capping, too (no cap)
Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that's true, put it together
Absolute, that's true, you know
Soul glow like a spray for your natural (yeah)
I ain't as friendly but I move like Casper move (yeah)
You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (yeah)
To keep an El Capitan, theatrical
Never wore a rosary or went to confession
But if I could clean this mess up with a message
It'll be a blessing (ay)
God willing, you may have heard of Jack and Jill
But we not healing (nah)
Niggas still packin' steel
Man, we need to stop trippin' (yeah)
Why throw your block up if you not buildin'?
And the streets keep watching every step I take
They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye (Soul)
The angel with an angle, the demon that means well
Rewrite history then sell it for retail (yeah)
Possibly for a good person who is clearly triumphant
Isn't an interesting game
What we want is a game where it always seems
That the good side is about to lose
Yeah
Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant
That's the after effects of my environment
I'm much more enlightened, my senses are more high than
Me and A B hyphen like the clash of the titans
Duckin' the sirens, gawking on my gourmets
Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon
I'm like a lichen, no silver lining, I don't like what you writing
You a little outta line, you believe the hype
Sooner or later you feel the wrath of my bite
And I ain't even gotta slide, I might do it outta spite (do it outta spite)
Niggas is testing my imperfections
Till I run a misdirection, and blitz your whole section
This might offend my political connections
Jigga told me why bother with peasants
(Leave them niggas alone)
A good man might I remind myself
But I chop you boys in half you get beside yourself, ha
When it comes to Herb, bruh, first off
You know I'm sayin', he wanted to snap off with the Snap, you feel me?
And, like just how he finessed a name and really snapped into his own
I can respect that the youngins still kickin' it, you feel me?
So, yeah, yeah, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma take it back to the
On the phone mixtape, hotboxin' the whip, you know just
Having an opportunity to make volumes, you know I'm sayin'?
This was before a mixtape, before a single drop