Squeeze 1st 2
Ab-Soul
Ay, ay, mic check, one, two, ay, ay, ay, ay, man, ay
Turn the music up, yeah, uh
(You hear the horn?) yeah
Crooklin (they only getting better, we only getting better, Mick Jenkins!)
Soul, yo, ay, man (not so much right)
The best rapper alive or not
Was laced by the grace I just had to tie the knot
(Ay, it's a warning, stupid)
Turn me up, turn me up, yo, yo
Metasota warned me they wanna war
But actually they forfeiting
Like they wardrobe for half of the week
Still eating rappers like chicken quesadillas
With extra cheese and pico de gallo
Thinking they fire but they easily mild
Check the score, you're just a tourist
You ain't really wild
Ay, I made a hundred thousand then freaked it like a black and mild
Made another hundred thousand, then I blew it
Like a performance from miles with a horn in his mouth
I do it, I was born with this style, it's unfortunate how
They put a pro-choice in question like abortion is now
Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr. Herbert anthony
Steven's iv full of potent dope
Not a cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke
Yo, I said, thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert anthony
Steven's iv full of potent dope
Not a cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke
Ya know, ay yo, ay yo
Yo, roll me one of those hot ones man
With that real, yeah, none of those vegan joints, you feel me?
Crooklyn one of my favorite movies
Now me and crooklin be making movies
Spike please do the right thing, don’t sue me
Still fighting the good fight
(You niggas, you niggas suck!)
Read the autobiography of malcolm x as a christian
Started questioning the reverend, like this nigga trippin’
Getting stiller stiller cause I'm carrying
My uncle a senior bishop, my God-mom an apostle
I'm soul-o hoe
The prophet, it's in my heritage
To church, you go to pray and then
Shit, the work is on the outside
Hip hop sound off, all my brothers on the front line
If this resonate with you, I'm inviting you to combine
With me till our multiplicity is big enough to blow em up with one bomb
Why you think we always in some bond?
'Cause they don't want us to combine
(They can't fuck with you niggas 'cause we hot!)
Which is why
Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr. Herbert anthony
Steven's iv full of potent dope
Not a cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke
Yo, I said, thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr. Herbert anthony
Steven's iv full of potent dope
Not a cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke