Ab-Soul - These Days... Album Lyrics

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God's Reign

[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
Hey Ali? Yeah that's right
I can hear myself good now, finally

[Hook - SZA:]
Is this how it is These Days?
You even lose when you win These Days
These Days... God's Reign
Scared to live, scared to move These Days

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Your soul sits on your third eye, Soul sits on the throne
Told you I was the third wheel, that's three wheel motion on chrome
Three's up, three's up, all around the world
We ain't shooting no jumpshots, but we balling, we balling
I'm from where they get jumped or shot 'til they falling, they falling
They ain't heard one word from God but he calling, he calling
I ain't never had a whole rack, til' I was 24 years old
At 25 I spent a hunnid' of those and still ain't got nothing to show
Uh, I guess that's how it is These Days...
Uh, I guess that's how it goes
Cause this world is dark and my Locs is on but I ain't afraid
ABC everythang, every M you end up with is owed
And that's simple math, I had to balance the good and bad
No masters but a mastermind, Master Kush up in my bag
Soulo in the backseat, in a thing with some tints on it
With a thing with some tits on her, and every nigga in this bitch own her
Soul!

[Hook - SZA]

[Bridge - SZA:]
These Days, in chains
You even lose when you win These Days
These Days... God's Reign
Scared to live, scared to live these days

[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
F*ck
My girl died and I lost my mind, I'm off everything except Heroin
Blame God, don't blame her. All I did was take gangsters to church
Got your lady with literature under her Louis bag
Got your kid studying outside of class
Every project that I dropped she bought em, so now she read more than she Red Bottom
Ab-Soul, Abstract, Asshole I'm with the shit
I say cuz around Bloods and I say Blood around Crips, I'm twisted
Got Mary, got Lucy, got Molly, that's wifey, girlfriend and mistress
Ain't no going against me man make another plan, pop a Xan
Forget it
Hahaha, that's how it is These Days
Yeah that's how it goes
Cause we ain't choose this life it chose us, so don't show hate cause she chose us
I'm just stacking paper, get yours up
Lil' nigga finish your chores up
That's my word I got shows booked
Got that Purp I pour fo's up, stole the show this a hold up
Ho-Hol up, Soulo Ho, there is only uno
Puto uh, Top Dawg out of this world pluto on pluto, you know

[Hook - SZA]

[Bridge - SZA:]
These Days, in chains
You even lose when you win These Days
These Days... God's Reign
Scared to live, scared to live these days

[Outro - Isaiah Rashad:]
God's Reign
These Days...
Yo, y'all got some more trees?

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Tree Of Life

Quiero vivir como los árboles
Breathe Easy!
Trees, trees, trees
Soul!
I just wanna, I just wanna
LT3 shit, nigga, look

I just wanna live like the trees
Shoot the breeze, stay around some leaves, you nah mean?
But I'm about to go on tour
Can't wait for wind, pollination to plant my seeds in the soil
Around '07 TDE Struck oil
It's my turn, Mr. LongTerm of turmoil
I'm holdin' up the terminal takin' flicks
I'm irritated but they're the reason that I'm gettin' rich
Cheese, Give me an upgrade, see
Then I'll be on my way, I'm on my way to NYC
Last time I was there I swear I sold out SOBs
In Times Square with my circle of G's, you nah mean?
F*ck you niggas with your hands out
Suck my third leg while I branch out

[Hook:]
Cause I just wanna live like the trees
Shoot the breeze, stay around some leaves, you nah mean?
But this money got me on the run
And it don't grow on trees, I'm tryna get me some
Get me some, get me some, some, Get me some
Get me some, get me some, some, Get me some
Get me some, get me some, some, Get me some
Shit don't grow money on trees, breathe easy!

I got most of you motherf*ckers stumped
Rap like I go to church with work in the trunk
Lord forgive me but my pennies turnin' into dubs
I'm losin' my sense, they say I changed up
And I don't feel no different, I'm still the same nigga
Maybe my brain's bigger, gettin' brains quicker
Used to cop a little deuce
Now I cop a whole case of Actavis to give Sprite stock a boost
Ab-Soul, yeah I'm gettin' loot
Bitches walkin' bow legged out my dressin' room
Was at the Travelodge but now we at the W
Just to shower, be out in an hour, I got shit to do
Plenty empty Backwood packs in your face
In my backpack more OG than your hood, dang
Hey, can't live without the Benjamins
But I'm interested in Photosynthesis

[Hook]

Me and She sittin' in a tree
K.I.S.S.I.N.G
First comes love, then comes marriage
F*ck that! I'm just tryna get up in your panties
Where the trees, trees, trees
Where the trees, trees, trees, trees
Burn the motherf*ckin' trees, trees, trees, trees
With the trees, trees, trees, trees

[Interlude: Joey Bada$$]
It's still World Domination
Keep a Backwood and a motherf*ckin' eighth and
Always got the trees, so what the f*ck you mean
I ain't about to rise to the top with my f*ckin' team
Nigga it's still a World Domination
Keep a Backwood and a motherf*ckin' eighth and
Always got the trees, so what the f*ck you mean
I ain't about to rise to the top with my f*ckin' team

Heaven ain't far Curtiss, it ain't far at all my nigga
Check, Joey I know I told you, quote it in a verse
But we called it the third eye when it could really be the first
Wha gwan Jah no rarseclart me
I took it to heights these parasites can't see
Rarely do I bark, hope you get the analogy
Top Dawg Ent barkin' on the whole industry
Niggas get to bitin', I be like Breathe Easy!
Your cardiovascular isn't fast enough
I'm Canibus smokin' cannabis, sippin' Actavis
Before the Mathers diss I used to work at Magic Disk
With a dollar and a dream, why you think money is green?
Color of vegetation, the most important thing Trees

Gimme some, gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some

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Hunnid Stax

[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
(Money is the anthem...)
People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on
(Get money, f*ck bitches)
I'm tryin' man
(F*ck bitches, get money, get money)

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Who gettin' that dough? Who gettin' that cake?
Who gettin' that bread? Put a ticket on your head if you can't relate
Who gettin' that fetti? Who gettin' that cheese?
You know I gotta eat, you know I gotta eat
Who gettin' that paper? Who gettin' that guap?
Who smokin' that top shelf? Who gettin' top off top?
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Who gettin' them commas, makin' mamas do kama sutra
Best act like you know, I'm gettin' them checks, I'm spendin' them checks
THC through TSA on my back, don't get checked
Who gettin' them Benjamins? Spendin' them with executives
Business man, understand, I'm on f*ckin' tour, you on the 10-6, I'm reelin' in
Currency, won't pass the weed but I'll pass the bitch
My stock risin', you cock ridin', I'm splittin' clits where the money clip
Who gettin' that money, money? Real mothaf*ckin' money, money
That's all I do dawg, got cashed out
Got f*cked up, then I passed out

[Hook - Mac Miller:]
Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss
Can't remember what I did last night
I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Money is the anthem
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
F*ck what I did last night
I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life

[Verse 2 - Schoolboy Q:]
Who gettin' that dough? Who gettin' that bread?
Get money I pledge, what you mean you broke bitch, open them legs
Now let a nigga be, I think I'm gonna skeet
You know I love cheese, you know I love cheese
I'm high as a scraper, I'm smokin' that guap
Who leave guns on the top shelf? Who keep Glocks on Glocks?
Ain't nothing more important than a hoover
Who hoppin' out cars, unloadin' that pop, pop, yawk, yawk, move ya'
Fi-Fig- Figueroa, gotta a .45 right here up in my coat
You can have my ho but don't hit my dope
I'm burnin' up like a parliament
I'm 216, I'm suspendin' rent
You a bad bitch, come f*ck me
Yeah you heard it right, I said f*ck me
Put that on Crip, even ignorance is bliss
I love foreign tits and her clitoris
Beat the pussy down like my nemesis
Make the pussy drip like I slit her wrist, but
Who gettin' that money, money? Real mothaf*ckin' money, money
That's all I do dawg, got cashed out
Bought a new bitch and a new house like

[Hook - Mac Miller]

[Outro:]
So before we go out, what's your address?

[Outro 2 - Puff Daddy:]
What? It ain't no more to it! Soulo eatin' now! Tell 'em Puff said so

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Dub Sac

[Hook:]
I had a dub sack in my bucket
Rolling around like "f*ck it"
Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "f*ck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "f*ck it"
Rolling around like "f*ck it", rolling around like "f*ck it"

[Verse 1:]
That shit weak, your bitch weak that's too bad, my bitch bad
Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb
Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceañera
Ever had a chick to do it on the dick to capoeira
Kick game like Martial Arts kick game like Marshall Law
On Tekken the homies got weapons Martial Law could happen any second
Getting money, blowing digits only sexing sexy women
Only sexin' sexy women only sex is sexy women
That like to do them nasty things you know I like them nasty things
Can't f*ck with them whips and chains I got a bitch that do, but I ain't got no gavel
Baby wanna know what's under my belt maybe cause I paid so much for the belt
Call the car service, get your ass home, but just yesterday me and Agent J

[Hook]

[Post-Hook:]
What's happenin'? [x8]
OZ in this Benzo
OZ in this Benzo
Just a lil' Carson, nigga [x8]

[Verse 2:]
You're so weak, you don't know me
Soulo so lowkey in Lord, legends, infinity
Oh God showed off inventing me
Me and K with the promoter
Drop the fo' up in the soder
I'm unraveling backwoods
And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya
Whats happening?
I've been gone too long, but bitch I'm back again
Except this time I'm old
Had that Chevy celebrity the same age as me
With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15
I mean

[Hook]

[Post-Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You still weak, you last week
I'm next month, twist the next blunt
The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts
Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up
Nigga, don't get shit misconstrued
We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff
Getting women in the mood
We tell the truth up in the nude
Breaking news, breaking news
I'm enlightening like Pikachu
All I do is what you wouldn't think to do
Silk, don't you remember that [?]
South Pole Jeans, fat laces in all our shoes
A nigga turned into an oracle
Treat the damn booth like a urinal
Smoking a stogie in a terminal
I had a dub sack in my bucket
Rolling around like "f*ck it"
Paul Jeremy, Doe and me trying to match a nugget
Pass the blunt to BC, AR, and AJ
King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me
I had a dub sack in my bucket
Capital C

[Ab-Soul & A-Mack:]
I just might be in yo hood
(F*ck outta here man, you dumb ass niggas!
You niggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and shit man)
I just might be in yo hood
(Quit playing. This is serious bruh, niggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb shit; a nigga ain't tryna hear that man
I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my nigga)
This shits over here from the grass... [?]
I just might be in yo hood
(We gon' handle it, how handle it my nigga straight like that, bruh)
(Eh niggas out here look silly, my nigga
Like bruh, if you don't know me look at my f*cking Twitter, my nigga)
I just might be in yo hood
(It's your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping niggas and bitches for fun, straight like that)

[Verse 4 - Punch:]
Niggas chased my uncle there, through God's grace the gun jammed
I found comfort in this pleasure, meaning I slept the best through gun sounds
These Days it's a little different, between me and my past I put a little distance
Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious
Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick
Now everybody feel it, even niggas who didn't know, they try to forget it!
Selective Amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days
Niggas ask about pressure I grew up watching free base
Literally the face of my hood...
So basically I beat the case
I vanished but left a trace, just in-case a nigga gotta go back
Yeah, it's not for games if I say that

[Hook - Ab-Soul & SZA:]
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood

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World Runners

[Intro:]
These days I'm so focused
Fast life, slow motion
These, these days I'm so focused
These days I'm so focused
Fast life, slow motion

[Hook - Ab Soul & Nikki Jean:]
Or maybe I'm just a dreamer
And life is but a dream
And I would never leave her
But I bet she can't wait to get rid of me
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk
Go hard until the AM
You can have my shine, I give you my light
Opportunities you take them
And you can take your time on your own time
I be at the finish line waiting
Cause some people chase the world
Other people let the world chase them, yo

[Bridge - Ab Soul (x4):]
We run, we run, we run the world (Get high)
We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Yeah, can you hear it?
I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit?
When doves cry shit get serious
You feel like a prince in a pharaoh's pyramid
Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street
Ye ain't got your heart in the right place
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat?
Yeah, I put that on me
I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly
Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep
Motherf*ck police 'til they release all of my OG's
You could lean on me 'til you Morgan Free
You don't need no sleep

[Hook]
[Bridge]

[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco:]
Can't spell Illuminati without Lu can't spell Lu without "u"
Can't spill blood without blue now ask yourself what is what I do
Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life
Built a time machine in my past life, a horror story about as long as Fukushima half-life
And mostly I'll be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight
Now that's a long way from blackface track that they using for your rat race
Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste
Maybe like cookies to a monster
Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out (high plane try not to be bomber)

[Interlude - Nikki Jean:]
Full speed ahead, full speed ahead
To allow no limits, there are no limits
No limits allowed, no limits exist
Cause maybe, cause maybe
There are no limits

[Hook]
[Bridge]

[Outro - Ab-Soul:]
Go, go, uh
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face
No new jacks in my city
Aye, I'm feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, uh, I'm feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, no new jacks in my city
Bitch, I'm G money, money, money

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Nevermind That

[Refrain (x2):]
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit
Pill popping, peel a nigga shit
(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)
Tell me something I don't know
Real nigga shit

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
You know the name, Top Dawg, bitch!
No cat in this, I volunteered for these Hunger Games
I'm the one to blame for f*cking up the frame
Of mind of many mimes but might I mind you these are minor things
My aim is to ill instill in the powers that be
The power in me, to move matter with my brain
Powder ain't my name
Money, power, and respect, powder in my

[Hook - Ab-Soul & BJ The Chicago Kid (x3):]
Nevermind that baby just move your body
Nevermind that baby just move your body

[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
Real nigga shit, she wanna be righteous young rich nigga bitch
Are you a lesbian or a librarian? I know you got room for my dick
Shhh, Tionary in your library then
This ain't a fairy tale, you are not dreaming, that Vitamin C, it is not semen
I'm prestigious, might press up on you-
I'm a f*cking scripture nigga we bussin' scripts
If he don't leave you no option
If your nose starts bleeding hold your balance (What?)
Balmain bikers, never rode a motorcycle, no denial
I just got em cause you got it, when you got em (HAH)
(They all know-know!)
Play this Soul shit
(And we load the clip!)
What you call that?
Real nigga shi...

(Real nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)
(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)

Tell me something I don't know
(Peel a nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)
(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)
Nigga tell me something I don't know
(Real nigga shit!)

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
(M-M-Maybach Music)
Three bands on my shades
I'm riding round in that nine
My car wash at four
My top down at five
These ho niggas don't count
Them all golds gon' mount
Fake niggas gon' fade
We don't know what that bout
That white girl in that pot, f*ck niggas I'm high
(But Nevermind That baby just move your body)
That 45 on my person, quarter keys in my verse
All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commercial
Master key to these riches
F*ck most of these bitches
Checked half of these niggas
Checking athlete figures
Rest In Peace, Yall niggas done forgot
Now your necks in the noose, see you at the top

(Real nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)
(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)
Nigga tell me something I don't know
(Peel a nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)
(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)
Nigga tell me something I don't know
(Real nigga shit!)

[Verse 4 - Ab-Soul:]
Something and I pull up and I hop out looking fresh as Zanerobe leather sweats
F*cking bitches in the PH not the PJs (Saudi)
Blow a hundred thousand dollar cheque
Got them goons on deck-
Be quiet, real killers move in silence (they do!)
Them killers they be wyling, them killers they be wyling, yeah
Pop a pill and peel your shit, that's TMI, but that's R and-

[Hook]

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Twact

[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
Jinx what up my nigga?
Soulo

I get turnt, I get rowdy
Backwood full of some of the loudest!
I'm f*cked up! I get wasted
That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted!
I'm Twact!
(I get high, she get low)
Motherf*cker I'm Twact!
(I get high, she get low)
Motherf*cker!

[Verse 1 - Jinx:]
Uh, Twact out till I pass out
If you ain't f*cking with the team then you assed outFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin'
House poppin' like a Frat House
Keep 16s like a verse nigga
Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga
I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties
I get the dough and bring it home, to the family
See I ain't f*cking with you man if you ain't paying me
I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy
Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back
Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks
You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped
A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that
I pulled up to the function with the pack
Turnt in this bitch to the max!

[Hook - Doeburger & Jinx:]
My nigga I'm twact (I get high)
Turkey bag full of that gas
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
Styrofoam cups, no glass
Nigga I'm twact (get high)
Got them bars on me, no rap
Nigga I'm twact (she get low)
I don't even know where I'm at
Nigga I'm Twact!

[Verse 2 - Short Dawg:]
I just got home boy I'm glad I made it
The Codeine got me activated
New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it
Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion
I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin
H Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub
Drugs got me like woah I'mma twact raw
And now on a mission just to get some cheeks
If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete
I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks
Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep
And I'm back on the road sipping mud again
Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring
The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why."
I told em I ain't even gon' lie...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:]
Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho
This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe
I might even set up my camera too
Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics
Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit
No, they ain't on and ain't on shit
Yeah they on that, I'm on this...
And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain
And all they say is yes when everybody know your name
Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes
Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining
Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming
Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most faded in here?

[Hook]

[Outro:]
BMB, TDE
Ladi-dadi we likes to party
We might cause trouble, we might body somebody
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ladi-dadi we likes to party
We might cause trouble, we might body somebody
Ah! Ah!

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Just Have Fun

[Intro - Ab-Soul & Da$H:]
Have some fun out there
Smells like f*cking dope in here
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you
So, do the drugs don't let drugs do you

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Up jumps the Boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments
Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah
If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying
Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion
More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more
(smoke that weed nigga)
Set that mouse trap, you f*ck around, yeah you f*ck around and get smoked
Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that (roll that weed nigga)
We used to dub cassettes but now we poppin' Percocets
I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels
I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields
Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields
Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?
(Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you)
Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too
Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!
And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room
I flow like, Russell Crowe in "A Beautiful Mind"
That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs and I try to tell these motherf*ckers all of the time (roll that weed nigga)
Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (shake that ass up)
I'm fast, another one bites the dust just at the sight of us
They liking us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest
That ever so, talented establishment
TDE. Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me... Soul
(What up Zay? What Up SZA?)

[Hook:]
When I cross the street I look both ways
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
Niggas talk more than bitches These Days
And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!
Just Have Some Fun (got that Dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just Have Some Fun (That Dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just Have Fun

[Verse 2:]
I just wanna teach you all about the mind
The power in it, the very power of mine
It makes sense I take interest in the third eye
Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice
Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like
So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice
That's why I read a lot of books, so I got straight A's
Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage
I never paid tuition, but I paid attention
That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission
Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in
(Met the devil in God's elbow)
And this is what he said...

[Hook]

[Skit:]
Hi, my name is Jimmy
(Hi Jimmy)
I'm a friend of a rapper
You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul
I'm from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I like Denim Jeans
And I'm an alcoholic...

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Kendrick Lamar's Interlude

[Kendrick Lamar:]
24/7, 365, motherf*cker I'm still right on time
Oh you thought you had me all figured out?
Take it from the horses mouth, you'll never understand me
I told you, my Plan B is to you win your hearts before we win a grammy
These Days ain't shit changed
Different toilet, same shit... and I drank a whole gallon of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me down, built me up, drove me crazy
Made me hungry, made you hate me, but f*ck love
It don't make dollars it don't make sense nigga
By the way that's DJ Quik nigga
Respect or check it
These Days I'm a little more focused cause y'all cracked the door and I kicked it open,
yellin' get the f*ck down or I will shoot
I told you [gunshots] not to motherf*ckin' move!
Be another example, I'll take the whole industry hostage if I have to
I'll sabotage this game, a good kid? Yeah that's only in my mama's eyes
I seen a dead body at five and that shit made me traumatized
So These Days, a little blood on my hands ain't nothing compared
To hopping out a minivan, with a mini 22 3s and the homie TuTu
Two more YGs
Ain't nobody got time for that!
These Days it's only time for rap!
So Herbert Anthony Stevens, you make or break bread before we break even
Before they broke our records we broke records and wrote pieces, of history
So These Days? These accolades are meant for we
It's only truth that this shit was meant to be
T.D.E

[Ab-Soul & BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Life's in a Traffic Jam
Life's in a Traffic Jam
Life's in a Traffic Jam

Life's in a Traffic Jam
Life's in a Traffic Jam
Life's in a Traffic Jam
Life's in a Traffic Jam

Life's in a Traffic Jam

[Ab-Soul:]
Shit... what more did you expect? HiiiPower
For the most part, we go hard for the respect
I'm obviously ominous to my competition and if I ain't better than Kendrick than nobody is then!
We shared our life with you, shared our light with you even in the darkest of hours
In hopes that one day, just maybe, one day the world'll be ours
Ha, and now they look up to us like towers for rhyming like we had super powers
They should've never let us in these offices...
Knowing good and God-damn well how well we've been ducking officers
Laughing at the scraps they offered us in the past
And now we toast champagne to the thirst we never had!
I had my ups and downs but I always left right
Rest In Peace Alori Joh...
TopDawg for life!

And oh yeah...
SOUL!

I watch that fire that we have gathered around and see that it burns similar to the fire that is inside you...

---

Closure


[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yeah, yeah...
I called you back I'm glad you didn't answer baby
Cause every-time we talk I always feel the static baby
Could be the distance, yeah
You spoke the truth into existence to degrade yourself
Told me keep it G as if you told yourself
Knew that I was on the move
I got to prove my theories to be true

[Hook: Ab-Soul & Jhene Aiko]
I know it's getting hard to think about me
I know it's hard to see me on the TV
I know you wish you never met me
I liked you better when you didn't like me
Things just ain't the same no more
Things just ain't the same no more
Still think about you everyday
And I wish I could stay
But things just ain't the same no moreAnnotate

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I don't regret a second that we shared, hell no
In fact I often wish that you was here, right now, ow, ow
Cause' when Lori left me you was right there
Lord knows you had the right care
I wonder if you still praying to the East
I wonder if you ever forgave me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
I know I said it'll be just one time
But it felt so good that I came back twice
And I take full blame
But in this world of selfish men
You keep your heart inside your chest
And not in someone else's hand

---

Sapiosexual

[Intro - B-Diddy:]
You recording bitch!
Great minds... f*ck each other
Uh, Let-Let me f*ck your mind
(YMF Nigga)

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Na-Nasty motherf*cker might f*ck without a rubber-
Ducky, if you're lucky
Only if you're lucky though, don't tell my mother
Am-Am I too blunt? She said uh-uh, then I lit the blunt
Young Mind F*ck, what the f*ck?
She was such a...

[Hook - Ab-Soul & KR:]
Sapio Sexual
(think about it baby)
Let me f*ck your mind
Let me-Let me f*ck your mind
Let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind
Sapio Sexual
Sapio Sexual
(Think about it)
Let me f*ck your mind
(She got that thing twerking)
Let me-Let me f*ck your mind
(She got that thing twerking)

[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
Let me choke ya up (murder scene!)
Let me poke ya up (bomb bomb)
Pussy make you wanna call 9 (one, one)
Greatest of all time Like Mike (one, one)
Check mine (one two)
Now your brain is (All mine!)
Make it rhyme, why you worry about my double enten
To-Tongue on the clit, finger f*cking (Throwing gang signs)
Oh shit, know them hoes told you bout the Druggies
Might lick your asshole don't judge me (Don't Wuwwy!)
Young Mind F*ck, what the f*ck? yeah I'm in this bitch
And I'm in your bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm looking like (Switch!)
Light switch, click, then I'm in the mall like swish! (Baller mayne)
You with the hips, you and your uterus could use a lift
Uh, kiss the lips on your face and below your waist (Mwah)
Asking rhetorical questions like "who's is this?"
There is Only 1
She got that thing twerking and one thing is for certain
Yeah she a...

[Hook]

[Bridge - Isaiah Rashad:]
Take em to church!
If you don't know man, better ask somebody
(Let me f*ck your mind!)
If you don't know man, better ask somebody
Somebody, somebody, somebody
If you don't know man, If you don't know man
Better ask somebody!

[Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:]
Whatever you choose, whatever you do make sure he a thug and intelligent too (True)
Dumb as ditch but they'll still school you
Make you happy but f*ck you like he mad at you
Pull your weave back, (lick around your areola)
Never sober (Always getting bent) Bent over!
Haha no really though, bend over and touch your toes mami, let me see what you can do
(Work!)
Crizzle my scrilla, Soulo that nigga
Soul!
(Work!)
Cole World!
Uh, little nasty
This one for my...

[Hook]

---

Stigmata

[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 f*ck
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

---

Feelin' Us

[Intro:]
6:19 in the morning nigga

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Let me start off with this statement
I'm the motherf*cking greatest
I ain't even have too many haters
All my niggas knew I was gon' make it
From performing at Pep Rallys, showcases, talent shows
That I had to sell tickets for, just to get up in that ho

Now raise your hand say Soulo Ho!
Raise your hand say Soulo Ho!
Raise your hand say Soulo Ho!
Raise your hand say Soulo Ho!

I'm rolling up in the tour bus
Just rolling up in the tour bus
Free said put the weed out they don't play that in Virginia
But I'm finna continue, pass the fire to my nigga Tone
Couldn't find a fire but this far from home
But we still trying, I mean we still chiefing
She thinks it's cool, she took a puff, she still freaking
I popped a bean, fell asleep, woke up, and started thinking

[Hook - Ab-Soul:]
Man this shit pays hanging in the House of Pain
Now we sipping champagne on the motherf*cking plane
Cause they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, They Feeling Us
Are you Feeling us?
They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
Are you Feeling Us?

Cause everywhere I go, man I swear they know my name
Make your girlfriend cry when she see me walk by
Cause they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
Are you Feeling Us?
They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
I know you feeling this shit!
I know you feeling this shit!
I know you feeling this shit!
They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
I know you feeling this shit!
I know you feeling this shit!
I know you feeling this shit!
They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
Are you Feeling Us?

[Verse 2 - Jay Rock:]
Yeah I'm liquored up, this a celebration
TDE the shit... thanks to all you haters!
I'm Jay Rock, yeah the OG, me and Soulo blowing OG
Hit the stage, then beat the case, then get the cake, then burn trees
Shake hands, kiss babies, show love, throw 3s
I was on the block with a quarter key, like what the f*ck is a 16?
I was so anti-social, nigga wasn't outspoken
Till I picked up a mic, story of my life!
Uh, came with the piece so keep the peace
Uh, I ain't tryna hurt nobody
I ain't sweating no vendetta, champagne on my breath in the hotel lobby
You feel me? Damn right you feel me!
Got them sigh, she feel me and them paparazzi feel me

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:]
I'm feeling fine and dandy
Staying awake off this Xanny
Knock knock off this weed can one of yall find another Backwood please?
I just know that I can be, an example of what you can be
Making a way for my homies, making it easy for my family
So mama don't frown no more, mama don't frown no more
No mama don't frown no more, mama don't frown no more
Told me I'm smarter than you, you just gotta trust me yo
I stole from the record store, still selling, records though
Yeah...
(Love you Grandma!)
Ain't no shame, in my game
They know my name in Montreal, they sing my songs cause they relate
They Feelin Us, cause we can't be touched, thank God for Top and Punch
Ho-Ho-Hold on... Drop the drums
These bitches love Soulo, Del Amo to Soho
F*cking with them TopDawgs, you'll just look like toto
Do it all for Soulo, I don't even know them
Hol Up here we go again... Justin bring the chorus in!

[Hook]

---

Ride Slow

[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga
Yeah [evil laughs]
Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me
That's right make that spooky shit
Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look
I Ride Slow

[Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time
In time you'll find that I'm a fossil
Know not what I do
Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle
Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes
Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth
(Oh I know)
You made a few bucks now you feel buck
Your chains gold, my shades all black
I can do this with a blindfold
This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow
Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo
But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat
Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack

[Hook - Earl Sweatshirt & Ab-Soul:]
It gets cold on the road to the riches
(Yeah, I Ride Slow)
The cars and the clothes is expensive
(Yo, I Ride Slow)
These hoes with they nose in my business
(Yeah, I Ride Slow)
Nigga
(Yo, I Ride Slow)
These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time
In time you'll find that I'm a fossil
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Insane in the membrane!

[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
I Ride Slow, live fast, small time to big cash
Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, f*ck school
Had to learn though, the harder way
Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport
Figure deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here
I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!
Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back
On the surface I will certainly scratch
See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist
Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist
Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit
What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass
Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit
The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip
Oh! (blow)
The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my f*cking song!
Yo, I Ride Slow...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Danny Brown:]
Check!
I Ride Slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro
A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'
You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you
Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you
Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal
Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel
Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible
Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic
Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards
Up shits creek with a tissue paddle, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle
Call your number like you just won the raffle
Nigga you Snapple sweet come after me it's casualty
Turn you into vegetables as if i dropped the celery
The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you
With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation
Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin
One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits
And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where
I'm coming up short then niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch
(I Ride Slow!)

(I-I-I Ride)
(I-I-I Ride)

[Interlude - Doeburger:]
Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit
(I Ride Slow)
Silly out here...
Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga
I gave cuz his first cup of Lean
What you niggas talking bout?
(I Ride Slow)
Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? f*ck it
(I Ride Slow)
(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time
In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)
Soulo

[Hail Mary melody]
La-la-la-la-la
Do you wanna ride or die?
(I Ride Slow)
What do we have here now? Run quick see
Come with me, come with me
(Inhale Mary)
Come with me, come with me
(Exhale Mary)
La-la-la-la-la
(I Ride Slow)

[Verse 4 - Ab-Soul:]
I heard they stopped making Actavis...
(You know when I heard that?)
While I was sipping Actavis!
Fast life, slow motion in my double cup
The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up
I must be Captain Phillips
These niggas don't speak my language
Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms
That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son
I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun
Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly
My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?
Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high
What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half
All these lines add up like a motherf*cking graph
Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path
So here's a question that I ask...
What's a negative with no plus?
A Benz with no bus?
A curse with no gift?
Who's God with no us?

[Verse 5 - Delusional Thomas:]
Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow
Put my dick in witches from the Crucible
I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on
Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speaks freely
Death is cold homie, breathe easy
Loaded gun in front of me
Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie
You do my murder

Ay-ay-ay-ay
F*ck off! Maaaaaan
(I Ride Slow)
(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)

How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?
I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass
Satan's blood in my flesh
Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad
Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash...
And then float away
(I Ride Slow)
So good luck!

[Outro:]

Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-
F*ck yeah!

Yo Doeburger man

---

W.R.O.H

[Intro - Ab-Soul:]
All my life
All my life

[Bridge - Ab-Soul:]
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here

[Verse - Ab-Soul:]
Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'
TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me

[Hook - Ab-Soul and JMSN:]
Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here!
(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)

[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
F*ck the same hoes again, bumpin' "Druggies Wit Hoes Again" with my bros again
No, I want the world chico and everything in it
Every beverage with Codeine in it
How the f*ck you say I sold my spirit?
I'm still taking blows at the Senate
Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate
Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggass still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space
And I just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's over stud
I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked
Ab-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book
Read between the lines nigga
I did this shit legally blind nigga
Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!)
Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared

[Hook - Ab-Soul and JMSN]
[Bridge - Ab-Soul]

[Break - Ab-Soul (Interview):]
These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward

[Battle Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:]
Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?
Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this
I'm dating you Day
Wait, wait, pause
No gay shit
What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?
A date is a day that's marked
I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much
I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day
I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds
My database said Day the basehead that date a basehead
Is he dope? No
Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life
I will never see the light of day again
Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way
Don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for thought, from a dog on top
We been nuts
There was a fool who thought we was new to this
But who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus
That's light in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip
Seems he forgot what the C meant
It's your dumbass fault that last part was so concrete
But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar b, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before raw backwards
And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down
Now, as for the crew
Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmatians?
It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it
And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no manners, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get aired here
They can't see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don't appear to be a peer to me, forreal
You should kneel to me or somethin'
F*ck it, to keep it 100
You're nil to me, that's nothing
Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?
That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight
So your chances of standin'
Much smaller than my plan to defeat you
Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?
Shed some light on Day?
'Til he's cropped out
No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you
The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued
You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward
You're counterfeit
You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy
To see quill drug over the counter
After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb
After you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume
I should be against the law to run into
Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true
Today is the day I split Day in two
What the f*ck has battle rap turned Day into?
Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?
Did you really think "Paul Walker" was a dope song?
If so, you were wrong
Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me
Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?
Don't be so transparent, this nigga's light - through
If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you
If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through
So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through
Like, he nerve of this cat
Lyin' with a motionless emotion
This nigga Day all bitch
Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt
Do Quill got skill at all, homie?
It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie
Did you really expect to last, Day?
You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days
I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page?
You got Gats?
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see
Just how many people would say "Yes" to Day
Nobody, fam, nobody, fam
That's why I'm ahead to day
No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today
No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day
Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day
Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day
It's only right I be blunt to Lyt
I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt
I see I should have used the lighter instead
Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple
We need the fire instead
When I think of daylight, I think of shit like
Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'
See where I'm goin'?
That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin''
When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it
But you know what?
(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this shit)
Take this 500 before you clap this shit up
Say this, let me say this, let me just say this
These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory
You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories
You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes
All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything
Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, Blessed king
Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse
You know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst
Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried To let it shine
And I hate that we have to
Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine
But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That's how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right
You got that for me?)
Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks

[Battle Verse 2 - Daylyt:]
Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?
It don't matter, The Matrix's old
I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch
No, no, no
Face it, I got it covered
Prevail, they say the sail was a thread to Hell
The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down
They come up with this perfectly clean round
But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear
Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within
But I guess it's up to you to risk your career
I retire niggas, I'm the [?], I could OD too
And even the odds some
He thought he could least get a baby victory
But all he got was "Nah, son"
Check this out, he not ready
Either you fight back or I ether you
Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable
Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked
Peep at you, put everything at stake
Well done, this is beef, right?
Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meatsliced
I'm from the third, I gotta try you
Guy you play Ryu, lose a Ken in street fight
[?]
You still couldn't see Lyt
Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit
Pilot, fly, I be the goblin
We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem
But it's useless, use less filler
Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but
These asscheek niggas dead
You said you would fry Day previously
But that's what the last week nigga said
But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy
Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up
He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck
But I tell them tails we never tuck
We gon' line that ass up
I from the Watts block for decision
My profession is stompin' squares the f*ck out
We played hopscotch for a livin'
But that's def, that's just plain old def
It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen
Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo
This a Soulo [?], hold up
Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?
Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo
No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission
The deal closed, SoHo is it
Thought you could f*ck with Me Gal? I gotta Cotto split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "F*ck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell
As I release bars, they better bail
Objects that I process is parallel
Let's get this aligned
Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold
Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil
Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me
See where mind be is a mine, explosive
Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably
Y'all see I got the drop on everybody
That's why I reign superior
Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate
These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember
You did say you would fry Day
But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets
Preacher for they peeps, you asshole
You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat
I tell 'em I got the foreign
Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish
Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish
Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage
I'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you
I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew
You feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do
But you got the roots stirred up
Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin'
Based on whether you got the drive
Win rounds, destroy their whole city
Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize
I still got a break, brother
When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson
Take cover
That's Lyt work, Soul
Cut your lights switch, see how the Lyt works, Soul
I cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul
Somebody get this nigga help
I mean, like, Soul, assist him
Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System
I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister
(That's enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man
Should I finish him off?
Use the mask, Day
I ain't done)
And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill
And I gotta give 'em the skill
I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill
New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil
For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal
Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real
You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill
Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of niggas that grill
Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest
Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest
Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens
Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?
44 shoot, they screamin', "Who's that guy?"
Jesus, his face, they screamin', "Who's that god?"
We be on the top, careers gettin' too high
They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy
That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly
Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly
They askin, "Who I?" in front of that triangle black
That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat
We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission
Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission
Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'
Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson
I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'
They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'
But you got it, you got it bad
2Pac, [?]
Two watches, that's pocket change
Dude coppin' that clock exchange
Credit good, I'ma pull the card out
Better be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out
Cough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic
Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life
Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price
Wow, that's a million
I'm done

[Outro:]
Ces jours-ci, je suis très concentré