*LYRICS HERE*

[Ab Soul]

Yo, check
My flow is unknown to man yet
Damn it, keep runnin round like an annual banquet
Made a withdrawal with your broad
She left the bank wet
Wear her like a condom contemplatin dangerous sex
I'm unimpressed with your talent skill, still appeal
A maestro on my mic though, I'm almost ill as Camille, for real
Ain't never runnin from nothin, I'm fit to treadmills
Name another movement makin time stand still
HiiiPower to the third degree, murder we emerged and it was an emergency
There's closed curtains for you worth-uh-less earthlings
Hurtin cause I rise like mercury in the burnin heat
Word on the street's I done it again, look at me I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin by the O, like the letters P and N
Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end
It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in
Like lubriderm, but you should learn that you can never fuck with him
Ab's gettin bigger, but I ain't do no sit ups
Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin ports without the filter
Feel the vibe switchin every single room that I enter
Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga
I fuck her till she have a seizure in my leisure time
She know I love her, also know I don't need her
Cause I'm a king and I smoke a lot of weed
That make's sense it's bout 33 ounces in a liter
In Lehmen's terms you lames have better pay respect
Or you'll be sleepin, he'll be at your wake paying their respects

[Mac Miller]

Said if the soul cold wickedness
Oh Fo kllin shit, most dope syndicate the Go-Pro filmin it
Good coke sniffin shit, broke no benefits
Smack him in his face then I'm blowin smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate, shit
I figure fame is just a bitches game
That's why there's rain drops drippin off my window pane
And I was gettin money far before the Fisker came
Official names got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us
You can't trust nothin if it comin with a dollar sign
It's genius comin from out of opera mind
Cross the line it's just not the time
And he ain't thinkin, put that red dot on his mind
I'm Santana's bandana against me, you don't stand a chance
Call you Fancy Pants cause when you drunk you do the hammer dance
If there's a random chance of you fuckin up my phantom plans
Imma go banana's and blam em into the ambulance
My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement, cause
I wasn't patient left that pussy in the space ship
Y'all fools basic, ya parents both racist
I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin cases
She eatin dicks so she plead the fifth, yeah
It's Larry Fish homie, he's a myth
You sunk my battle ship, I be in Nazereth bout where Jesus live
And ya homie with you he's a bitch, some Vegina shit
Gettin faded go and sin in Vegas
I'm just observin man I'm different faces
Yup, some dick licker want my kids in her
She a switch hitter told her bring a bitch with her
The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outtie
I never eat the pussy if it's lousy, I'm the
I'm the prodigal son
With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions
Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can
In moccasins they can ante, alright

Lyrics being updated.

Ab Soul. Fucking dope. Now instead of Mac Miller, should have got with Joey Bad or something.

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