Ab-Soul - Dangerookipawaa Freestyle lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul - Dangerookipawaa Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Yeah, ayy, man, listen
Soulo hold a prophecy, I got a premonition
(yeah) i'ma let the beat build and
Do some demolition (yeah)
Interrupt your whole style
This an inhibition
Kamikaze everybody, Eminem edition
Yeah haha, yeah
Yeah (What's this?) , uh
This the, this the flavor in your ear
and it's brand new (Uh)
Craig Mack been back, bitch, where you?
(Where you?)
Started from the bottom like a square root
(yeah) then we kept it in the
Family like an heirloom (Squad)
Wagyu, medium, I'm in rare form
She hit the split
Landed on the dick like Air Jordan
Will he raise up? I got to know (yeah) uh
Nat Turner with the curly hair (yeah)
Pullin' strings like John Mayer (Uh, huh)
Probably make a bitch wish come
True out the blue (yeah)
Rub the oil lamp and I'm there, yeah
Monkey see, monkey do, my nigga, ask Abu
(Huh?) i'm on a magic carpet
Stompin' down Central Avenue (yeah)
Del Amo Boulevard was all I knew
I sold my dream to Punch and Dude
They turned me to the fuckin' truth (Facts)
Yeah haha, yeah
Yeah hah (Uh)
And the flow is alpaca (Rare)
My state of mind is more NASA than half ya
(yeah) yeah, black lip pastor
'Bout it 'bout it, baby
Illest nigga in Nebraska
Outlaw breakin' all the rules (Huh)
Pac ashes in the spliff, I'm un-topable
(Will he raise up? I got to know)
That's all I got for you yeah, uh
Yo
Another moment of most dopeness
For Malcolm McCormick
On the prowl for another style that
I stick a fork in
The steak was eighty an ounce
My elbows on the table i got manners
But breakin' the rules is what we came to do
My lady built like she belong in a stable
I'm on my high horse
They call me Soulo, the irony is to die for
(This ain't a movie, dawg)
This bag ain't full of no popcorn
You ain't up to par with me
Nor are we on the golf course
Hidden gem like a YMCA in the boondocks
The weapon shop could not keep
Secret for too long i'm Dangeroo Kipawaa
Refrain from gettin' involved
Or your safety's at stake for sure like
A surf and turf you enjoy
Raw backwards on all of you rappers
You heard it before
The rawest rapper of the planet's
Name is Herbert IV
Sex, drugs, money, and mayhem
The workers of Satan
Still take 'em to church and say
"Amen" my words in a playpen
Ridiculous, the sickest with it
You just a common cold so novice
I'm the post office pushin' the envelope
Moosa had to remind me who the god was
I ain't on my knees
But I'm praying on him regardless
Matt need a new crib for his baby so big
He be forgettin' where the crib for his baby
Dot told me, "This time
We demandin' respect"
Milk the game for all it's
Worth like a mammary gland, ayy
Man yeah
Wait for it, wait for it soul
Yeah, ayy, man, listen
Soulo hold a prophecy, I got a premonition
(yeah) i'ma let the beat build and
Do some demolition (yeah)
Interrupt your whole style
This an inhibition
Kamikaze everybody, Eminem edition
Yeah haha, yeah
Yeah (What's this?) , uh
This the, this the flavor in your ear
and it's brand new (Uh)
Craig Mack been back, bitch, where you?
(Where you?)
Started from the bottom like a square root
(yeah) then we kept it in the
Family like an heirloom (Squad)
Wagyu, medium, I'm in rare form
She hit the split
Landed on the dick like Air Jordan
Will he raise up? I got to know (yeah) uh
Nat Turner with the curly hair (yeah)
Pullin' strings like John Mayer (Uh, huh)
Probably make a bitch wish come
True out the blue (yeah)
Rub the oil lamp and I'm there, yeah
Monkey see, monkey do, my nigga, ask Abu
(Huh?) i'm on a magic carpet
Stompin' down Central Avenue (yeah)
Del Amo Boulevard was all I knew
I sold my dream to Punch and Dude
They turned me to the fuckin' truth (Facts)
Yeah haha, yeah
Yeah hah (Uh)
And the flow is alpaca (Rare)
My state of mind is more NASA than half ya
(yeah) yeah, black lip pastor
'Bout it 'bout it, baby
Illest nigga in Nebraska
Outlaw breakin' all the rules (Huh)
Pac ashes in the spliff, I'm un-topable
(Will he raise up? I got to know)
That's all I got for you yeah, uh
Yo
Another moment of most dopeness
For Malcolm McCormick
On the prowl for another style that
I stick a fork in
The steak was eighty an ounce
My elbows on the table i got manners
But breakin' the rules is what we came to do
My lady built like she belong in a stable
I'm on my high horse
They call me Soulo, the irony is to die for
(This ain't a movie, dawg)
This bag ain't full of no popcorn
You ain't up to par with me
Nor are we on the golf course
Hidden gem like a YMCA in the boondocks
The weapon shop could not keep
Secret for too long i'm Dangeroo Kipawaa
Refrain from gettin' involved
Or your safety's at stake for sure like
A surf and turf you enjoy
Raw backwards on all of you rappers
You heard it before
The rawest rapper of the planet's
Name is Herbert IV
Sex, drugs, money, and mayhem
The workers of Satan
Still take 'em to church and say
"Amen" my words in a playpen
Ridiculous, the sickest with it
You just a common cold so novice
I'm the post office pushin' the envelope
Moosa had to remind me who the god was
I ain't on my knees
But I'm praying on him regardless
Matt need a new crib for his baby so big
He be forgettin' where the crib for his baby
Dot told me, "This time
We demandin' respect"
Milk the game for all it's
Worth like a mammary gland, ayy
Man yeah
Wait for it, wait for it soul