[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Sticky wave, it's crazy
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yo, yo, if you could see what I was thinking
You'd probably see a boat
Floating in my quotes
Fluid like sewage drain, too insane
Like everything Edgar Allen Poe wrote
Call the OIympics, I can't even spit it, I pole vault
Your team's like making love, full of slow pokes
Here we go though
Soul got a blunt rolled up
Chocolate tar got me right, that coco puff
Time to time, shit, nah, I'm high all day
Like the sun, you can catch me in the sky all day
Money like we algebra, multiply all day
My style carry on, pimping so I spit like dylon
Whenever the mic on
Got sick and tirеd of asking for shit to write on
Now the only pen that I grip еxists in my cerebral cortex
Future is like a cortex, I foresee it bitch
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
You know I really hate to murder you rappers (Really though)
I wish I never of you rappers (Really though)
Shits wack man, you need more practice (Really though)
So go practice, go practice
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
My impact is flammable gasses in a room full of lit matches
Rumour has it I'm hazardous
The rap lazarus, hip hop's Jesus of Nazareth
Polaroid couldn't capture this
I'm captivating like an activist, you back to this
I'm profound, you niggas lost like angelist
I'm fierce like a wilder beast
Built like a million piece puzzle put together by hustle, who wanna scuffle
Cause we laugh to the bank and you chuckle
Keep your chain, my genetic makeup's too different to be the same as y'all
I'm nice in the instant messages when I aim at y'all, nah
I'm hitting you up
Like graffiti on the wall, I hope you get what you asked for
As for Ab-Soul, I'm an asshole, that's all
Shut em down like control, alt, delete, capiche?
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
You know I really hate to murder you rappers (Really though)
I wish I never of you rappers (Really though)
Shits wack man, you need more practice (Really though)
So go practice, go practice
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Mind boggling, word goggling, wordologists
What you hollering?
I got enough spit to form my very own island, my friend
Wanna take a swim? Step into the booth, you probably need a bathing suit
Skinny dipping my thoughts inside a pull of sharks, dude
You hesitate to test the waters of a fish tank, you first timer
You need more than one liners
Your colour scheme is undone, all you have is the primer
Paint pictures like art designers
Architect when I often draw the TEC
Then put your carcass over the set when the words eject
Celibacy flow, really don't matter the sex, just letting you know
Women can get it quicker like chlamydia, nigga
Diseased, infested, please consider
The piece of her comprehension inside of my jurisdiction
And you can't deliver
[Verse 4: Punch]
If you could see my thoughts I recollect in the booth
Self genocide rhyme, hang yourself from the noose
Who spit iron now, from a spectator's view
Punch is off his rocker live from Davy Jones' locker
Uncontrollable urge to splurge on the verse
Baptize em with the words, shall return as the first
Born, immaculate birth torn, cause what I'm worth
Is the earth's first garden, and that's only what I'm sparring, nigga, yeah, uh
Imma stop right there, K-Dot, Soul, Punch, uh
Murder you rappers
Niggas will murder you rappers, yeah