| What’s happening? |
| Another baptism by pastor black lip
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| I’m mashing across the masses
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| My movement massive
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| I’m low-key, like a locksmith
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| Working on both knees
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| You nosy, wire tap bands
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| Got fur on where my toes be
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| I’m cosy
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| Act like you know me
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| Wicked as Aleister Crowley
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| I just might OD
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| Overly dedicated, just like my homie
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| Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy
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| Doing whatever I please, it’s like fuck your feelings
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| Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings
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| What’s my name? |
| They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
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| I’m levitating, way too crazy
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| Way too wavy for your sandcastle
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| Ay man what’s happening? |
| Another baptism by pastor black lip
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| I’m mashing across the masses
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| My movement massive
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| The backwoods with the gas in it
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| You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
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| Throw that wack shit up in the trash can
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| We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
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| No more
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| No more, no more
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| No more, no more
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| I’m going loco
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| This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
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| Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho
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| Is it music? |
| Voodoo? |
| I don’t know
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| But don’t confuse me with D’Angelo
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| I’m the angel of
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| Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor
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| Cuz we don’t die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
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| Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject
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| 'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
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| Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I’m a hero
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| Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
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| 47 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast
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| Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
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| Pass the pot, let me skill it
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| The temperature is scalding
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| The novices make me nauseous
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| I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he
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| Figured Dizzle wouldn’t admit that he would body him for a milli
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| I told Kenny keep quiet, I’ma get him
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| We don’t need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
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| Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
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| Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby
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| Moos what I gotta do boy?
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| I’m just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
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| Fuck all this wordplay
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| Top, tell these fucking stooges I’m dangerous, keep away!
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| Mayday
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| Ay man what’s happening? |
| Another baptism by pastor black lip
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| I’m mashing across the masses
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| My movement massive
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| The backwoods with the gas in it
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| You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
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| Throw that wack shit up in the trash can
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| We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
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| No more
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| No more, no more
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| No more, no more
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| I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
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| To read Genesis
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| 'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites
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| About that fucking life
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| You fucking right, I need to
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| Stand up for my fucking rights
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| Out of sight, out of mind
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| Still leave insight in your brain
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| Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
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| I mean check my subject range
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| Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang’s
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| Revelations reiterated
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| This revolutionary
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| Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps
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| 'Cause the truth is scary
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| Do What Thou Wilt
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| I’m not talented, I’m skilled
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| I’m the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield
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| Would’ve attended to university, but it was silly to me
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| Because the whole universe is just a city to me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RAW (backwards) , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Do What Thou Wilt., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп