Ab-Soul - Incomplete Freestyle lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul - Incomplete Freestyle lyrics]
Yo, yo truly on point naturally on
Task creating history
Everyday and my name's Ab Dash
Soul motherfucker at least ask Etta James
As a Cadillac record played? Me never that
Act like you know, don't get rammed shacked
By the rat pack see I'm
The black Humfrey Bogart
Puffed in black stone hella smart ass hole
See this my culinary art how I cook up
Such food for thought clear the
Kitchen it's finna get hot uh, master chef
No account to cash your check
You niggas ain't half of half
Of half my best
Uh, champagne wishes some green
In my swishers
A Nicki Minaj with two 5 star bitches
Ladies and gentlemen this is a look
Inside the mind of the demented
And everything I said I swear I meant It
Listen fascinated by the tactics
Of a Jeffery Daumer
Eat your ass up a cannibal for the dollar
It's tangible I'm off the
Top rhyming noodles, that's understandable
The Last Samurai here to tear a guy apart
Tie a piece of barbed wire around his heart
If he's gased up he gets
Boa constricted until he farts
If he talks and it don't
Correspond to his walk
He walks the plank Captain Hook
Went hard Peter was gay
You'll never never land a spot
On our roster that way
Not a Rasta but I smoke
Like a wailer they know
In serving niggas tip the waiter
Before you leave the table
God dammit just found another crack
Up in my halo
Are you comprehending am I condescending
Or am I kindly sending you
A message kind of quickly
I never get to busy to get busy
Simply stunning your Mrs can't miss me
Engine gunning headed for the finish line
But not the sneaker store
I need that first place prize the
Blue ribbon in the ski
I'm Stevie Wonder getting high
What you even speaking for you're iller
When mute is on carry on ha ha
And I ain't gotta talk that
White to bury y'all
The truth will set you free and
Me I'm whip and chain free
Literally no car no jewelry just a brain
Full of buffoonery between you and me
Task creating history
Everyday and my name's Ab Dash
Soul motherfucker at least ask Etta James
As a Cadillac record played? Me never that
Act like you know, don't get rammed shacked
By the rat pack see I'm
The black Humfrey Bogart
Puffed in black stone hella smart ass hole
See this my culinary art how I cook up
Such food for thought clear the
Kitchen it's finna get hot uh, master chef
No account to cash your check
You niggas ain't half of half
Of half my best
Uh, champagne wishes some green
In my swishers
A Nicki Minaj with two 5 star bitches
Ladies and gentlemen this is a look
Inside the mind of the demented
And everything I said I swear I meant It
Listen fascinated by the tactics
Of a Jeffery Daumer
Eat your ass up a cannibal for the dollar
It's tangible I'm off the
Top rhyming noodles, that's understandable
The Last Samurai here to tear a guy apart
Tie a piece of barbed wire around his heart
If he's gased up he gets
Boa constricted until he farts
If he talks and it don't
Correspond to his walk
He walks the plank Captain Hook
Went hard Peter was gay
You'll never never land a spot
On our roster that way
Not a Rasta but I smoke
Like a wailer they know
In serving niggas tip the waiter
Before you leave the table
God dammit just found another crack
Up in my halo
Are you comprehending am I condescending
Or am I kindly sending you
A message kind of quickly
I never get to busy to get busy
Simply stunning your Mrs can't miss me
Engine gunning headed for the finish line
But not the sneaker store
I need that first place prize the
Blue ribbon in the ski
I'm Stevie Wonder getting high
What you even speaking for you're iller
When mute is on carry on ha ha
And I ain't gotta talk that
White to bury y'all
The truth will set you free and
Me I'm whip and chain free
Literally no car no jewelry just a brain
Full of buffoonery between you and me