Ab-Soul - Whalé lyrics

[Intro: Ab-Soul] I brought the lighter too I got it with me this time [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Yo (Soul!) sinister literature Read my riddles it'll get rid of ya quicker than ritalin Red bones leave me with a ridden dick, how real is this? Think of sinnin' man's cinema, sweet Til the servant serves you the vinegar, it's deep Simple as finding algorithms and statistics Walking with your children in the red light district Look at me, dancing with Alori's ghost Hope I don't got two left feet, you know I love you mama! Keep my ear to the street, concrete jungle At the top dog eat dog homie, stay humble If it'll be it'll be, damn straight My plan A was to beat up a beat Put words together like Scrabble, dazzle a audience At first it sounded like babel, but now it all makes sense I brought it 'round full circle for y'all squares Bad to the bone, you goody two-shoes couldn't compare, yeah If fair is fair I'm the air Not next to the king, but what you breathe You may not see, but believe me I'm there This inspiration, I been here before I'm on my 777th incarnation, Soul [Hook: Ab-Soul] I H-A-T-E Y-O-U [Verse 2: Da$H] Wake up and read about my capers in the Sunday papers Young Vincent Vega Got a date with Uma Thurman later Prescription d** run through the arteries Tell myself, this what a god should be The engine run, don't need no starter key Pray the lord, the devil pardon me Immortal partially I tell Benson to pull up through the portal just so he could f**in' toss the piece No traces, no faces, beat the court cases Cowboy like I'm Troy Aikman Walk in the bank, yolk up the teller, tell him crack the safe Grab the case, then ash the blunt in the ba*tard's face Then evaporate Don't got no time to waste, more than I make it seem though Gettin' paid for spittin' mean quotes Backflip off a motherf**in' speed boat Land on a dolphin, laser on his head just in case I see a shark fin I do it often, lay in your coffin n***as better off, my b**hes draped in terrycloth I'm a idol for every boss, you been a fraud I play the track and bet a rack on the horses With an Iraqi b**h, her features is gorgeous I did all this, n***a Smell the scent when I walk in the room n***a Cause if you ain't know, it's money n***a Every dollar, every day gettin' fast money, you motherf**in' know [Hook] [Verse 3: RetcH] Like, f** you I write the raps on a roof in January, I'm by the pool Just left New York, I'm on the road for the chips You're just Jordan 6's, been everywhere Could bet he there there if the 'fetti near Posted at the function with the Henny stare 3 quarter length on the jacket smooth as a fingeroll I ship the blow out in cicero I smoke the freezer, count the piccolo Pinkie ring right under the mistletoe, like kiss it ho Bend her over and send her home I mix the oxtail sauce right on the rooftop Cookin' apron and tube socks, came a long way from blue tops sh** a couple more shows I'm fit for a new drop But they wantin' what you got, ride around with that ooh-wop For the n***as that think I'm slippin' Like the cats that murdered Harold Ran and blammed him asked him if he needed help, heartless For a piece of wealth like there couldn't be peace and wealth The piece is felt right beneath the belt, stealth Left the courthouse, sold the rocks in my dress socks 9-5 finna be more burner blunts at the rest stop Met the connect by the dock he sported the dreadlocks Jordans was dead stock I never once shook his hand, it's nothin' but head nods Yeah we keep it cla**y The whip is clean, but the seats is ashy, snazzy Make your b**h boof a quarter, hit the border Take a sh** just to serve the order, Porter [Hook]