Ab-Soul - Cool Out lyrics

It don't take much to spit heinous A few statements; I'm making this b**h famous In the negative sense You should of known I'm far the regular kid Look pay attention when your selling me sh** Attempt to think that dissing me was garbage I should of never clicked the link What the f** is a slump Johnson Ill leave you in a slump Johnson Cmon slump Johnson you know better than that Who wan spar with the veteran cat With the 8-5 letterman pack Throwing the punches Drop y'all in bunches The only time y'all worthing with AB's when your on your crutches Let me slow it down for y'all I got too much cla** to get caught throwing down with y'all And the arrow of your career's pointed downwards dawg You ain't really fitting the whole sport Pull your skirt down, quit walking round in sh** that a hoe sport Your no match, I'm mo' towards a blow torch Cause the boys way past ya I just may have to Spit straight asthma At ya Have you and your men in black suits I'm that rude I ain't up in a bad mood But I'm dishing out beef quicker than fast food So you can go tell D - N - S They don't really wanna see/"C" AB upset Your bars can't move me dawg You ain't bright take the cool Gs off The gay type join a A-5 groupie squad Let me slow it down rugged and slick In other words drop nothing but sh** And by the end of the joint I bet ya boys be hugging my dick They don't really wanna spark the best And yes S dot Martin's next