[Intro: Ab-Soul] Try to relax, try to relax I know you’re anxious, baby I know you’re anxious, for me But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks, the Bro P on the motherf**ing boards, homeboy (If you don’t know, now ya know n***a) [Hook: Ab-Soul] Went from Del’s liquor to Deli’s in the Bronx n***a I’m just a youngin from Del Amo With a belt by Ferragamo doin’ what I want to You know what I’m up to I hit the Bodega for the backwoods Pack a dutchies if you lucky n***a Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to You know what I’m up to (x5) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I swear to God I wish I wrote this f**ing verse on Mother’s Day That ain’t got sh** to do with this or does it? f** it, Anyway I’ve been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged That’s why I’m a misfit, up to mischief On a mission, in a missionary Hittin missionaries (missionaries) That was all mises, terms with ‘mis’ prefixes to be specific All you feminists should be on my dick for this sh** (word) But listen close, this where sh** get tricky What all these words have in common is that they’re all iffy Hence misogyny, obviously I’d switch the ‘y’ in ‘mystery’ with ‘i’ if I could (I would) If you was ? you would know it n***a But you’re not so I guess y’all good So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the b**hes Don’t forget about the b**hes Adam’s rib ain’t adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF n***a) Meiosis, mitosis and some mo’ sh** Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did And you know why, I love my mama so much And I can’t watch my sister grow up, So I.. [Hook: Ab-Soul] Went from Del’s liquor to Deli’s in the Bronx n***a I’m just a youngin from Del Amo With a belt by Ferragamo doin what I want to You know what I’m up to I hit the Bodega for the backwoods Pack a dutchies if you lucky n***a Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to You know what I’m up to