by Ab-Soul
yeah, yeah, i’m feeling like that
so i spit it how i feel it
so you feel it right back x3
my heart, i spill it on them tracks
like it fell out of glass and it came from ab
soul motherfucker, wave your white flag
your reigns over like summer came over a hurricane
my sun shine bright bitch, throw on your shades
i got mines on now, they look good on my face
don’t give a fuck what you say
‘cos i’m the same nigga everyday
i never change like a penny or a nickle, a dime or a quarter
under this new era is the new world order
my brain could slaughter a nation of recorders
sit ‘em in line, i run through them in chronological order
this is not what you made up for
sorry for ya
i’m coming like a nut
whaddup?
yeah, yeah, i’m feeling like that
so i spit it how i feel it
so you feel it right back x3
back in school i wrote verses by the paragraph
now i write like a pilot in a aircraft
in the sky, wear wings like a damn badge
so clean me and jesus could share a bath
now that’s soul religion
i’m at the mound with the style, play your position
you at a short stop, i had a long run
i’m at the finish line, you looking at me from behind
that mean you lost one, let’s go for two
a perversion of mine, cos i’m berzerk with the lines
i think back to when i fist learned to rhyme
but now i’m bad to the bone
i’m like a poisionous sign
top notch to my socks and my shoes fit perfect
‘nahm saying?’ was a classic, i wish you could have heard it
i be fucking over beats til i’m done with the cervix
i got bars like night clubs, and great service
5:30 in the morning, i’m still up cooking
cyphers so arised, you would go blind looking
i ain’t got punchlines no more, i’m right hooking
if i switch south par, niggas going down dawg
a-b-s-o-u-l-u-t-e
yeah, you see me
a-b-s-o-u-l-u-t-e
yeah, you see me
yeah, yeah, i’m feeling like that
so i spit it how i feel it
so you feel it right back x3
soul assassin
you know what’s happening x3
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