Yeah, mic check, mic check, one-two
Ugh
Yeah
Ay
Man, look
Righteous man, wrong one to fuck with
Run quick, get a eye exam (Uh)
Couldn't see me if I just swam
Couldn't touch me with Midas hand—y'all don't feel me though
Literally, never had a bully thus far
But temptation my sparring partner
My guard's up like the air forced me (Yeah)
Your crew's a fiction story
Therefore (Therefore), never dare cross me
To speak the good word's what we here for (Listen)
But that, you knew
Don't even get me started with a sentence
'Less we talkin' 'bout capital (No cap)
Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that's true
Put it together, absolute, that's true, you know
Soul glow like a spray for your natural
I ain't as friendly, but I move like Casper move (Yeah)
You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (Yeah)
To keep it El Capitan, theatrical (Huh)
Never wore a rosary or went to confession
But if I could clean this mess up with a message, it'll be a blessing (Ay)
God willing
You may have heard of Jack and Jill, but we not healing (Man)
Niggas still packin' steel?
Man, we need to stop tripping (Yeah)
Why throw your block up if you're not buildin'? (Huh)
And the streets keep watching every step I take
They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye (Soul!)
The angel with an angle, the demon that means well
Rewrite history, then sell it for retail, yeah
"Positive or good forces clearly triumphant" isn't an interesting game
What we want is a game where it always seems that the good side is about to lose
Yeah
Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant
That's the aftereffects of my environment
I'm much more enlightened, my senses are more heightened
Me and A-B hyphen like the Clash of the Titans
Ducking the sirens, Gorgon on my garments
Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon
I'm like a Lycan, no silver lining, I don't like what you writing
You a little out of line, you believe the hype
Sooner or later, you feel the wrath of my bite
And I ain't even gotta slide, I might do it out of spite (Do it out of spite)
Niggas is testing my imperfections
'Til I run the misdirection and blitz your whole section
This might offend my political connections
Jigga told me, "Why bother with peasants?" (Leave them bitches alone)
A good man, might I remind myself
But I'll chop you boys in half, you be beside yourself, ha-ha
When it comes to Herb, bruh, first off
He— know what I'm sayin', he wouldn't just snap off with the snap, you feel me?
And, like, just how he finessed a lane and really snapped into his own
I got respect to the— even limpin', you still kickin' it, you feel me?
So yeah, yeah, that's—
So I'ma— I'ma take it back to the on-the-phone mixtapes
Hotboxin' the whip where I'm just havin' an opportunity to make volumes
You know what I'm sayin'?
This was before the mixtapes, before any single dropped
