Ab-Soul - Long Term 2 lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul - Long Term 2 lyrics]
This one's for everybody who
Went to leapwood
Annalee or Broadacres, went to Curtis
And graduated from Carson High
Yeah you mighta caught me walkin on annalee
On my way to work, I ain't no jerk
You can wave at me faithfully I strafe from
All the make-believe, pray for me
This the shit they make-up make
Me think maybe it's maybelline
They will not disable me
Even Kane afraid of me
Now niggas wanna network like A&E
City on my back like a superman cape would be
Ab-soul, asshole, why you act an ass for?
You ain't even got your own
Pad you a tadpole
It's a future ahead of you
Why you looking back though
Frontin like you in the front when
You in the last row
Microphone check 1, 2 are you hearin this
Curtiss king will tell you I'm a lyricist
Lyricist
Been a trip before I caught a flight
Alright?
Why you think I'm always smiling, im nice
Rapper's delight, that titles suffice
I don't even think he existed
But my idol was christ
I too have a passion for what I feel is right
That's why I get high as
A Wright brother and write
Cause I just need'em to remember me
Before im dead and gone write
My name in history
Mentally, im meant to be, infinite, energy
Martin Luther King of Carson
Peace to my enemies
And cause this is Long Term 2
And every one of my dreams will all come true
This a journey we all go through
And if you can't cut it
Then it's all on you
I had to be about two
All I remember was Charlie Brown and Dr seuss
Momma read me a bed-time story every night
Comprehended so well I thought
It was all true
Thats all truth, 20 years later
I became a wordsmith like a
Kid from will and jada
Took a fifth of henny to
The head and thought ahead
Why they worrying bout my buzz
I ain't a insect
What the fuck, yall got me fucked up
(what the fuck, yall got me fucked up)
Don't get a nigga misconscrued
Cause I get loaded like a brand new pistol
Ahhh shoot
Long as you knew that I'm on the pursuit
Of greatness 'til I lay in a tomb
Im raiding the game is weak
Knowing it's painful and not short
However long it take just know im not going
(Heaven ain't far Soul)
Yea, I swear to god I wrote this on annalee
On my way to work, im late
I know my momma mad at me
(PEACE) to all the homies
Formerly known as casualties
Prospect, I miss you man I
Do this shit for you
I revise my timelines see how I do
2000 I was cool, '01 I had fun
'02 I recorded my first song
And I was sprung
'03 I was deep, '04 I had flow
'05 I signed a Street Beat with no dough
'06 I met punchline, Damn I thank punchline
He saw more in my music
Than metaphors and punchline
'07 DudeDawg told me I was family
In '08 you became a fan of me
'09 I went around the country in a rock band
Now it's twenty-ten yall, get a catscan dawg
Went to leapwood
Annalee or Broadacres, went to Curtis
And graduated from Carson High
Yeah you mighta caught me walkin on annalee
On my way to work, I ain't no jerk
You can wave at me faithfully I strafe from
All the make-believe, pray for me
This the shit they make-up make
Me think maybe it's maybelline
They will not disable me
Even Kane afraid of me
Now niggas wanna network like A&E
City on my back like a superman cape would be
Ab-soul, asshole, why you act an ass for?
You ain't even got your own
Pad you a tadpole
It's a future ahead of you
Why you looking back though
Frontin like you in the front when
You in the last row
Microphone check 1, 2 are you hearin this
Curtiss king will tell you I'm a lyricist
Lyricist
Been a trip before I caught a flight
Alright?
Why you think I'm always smiling, im nice
Rapper's delight, that titles suffice
I don't even think he existed
But my idol was christ
I too have a passion for what I feel is right
That's why I get high as
A Wright brother and write
Cause I just need'em to remember me
Before im dead and gone write
My name in history
Mentally, im meant to be, infinite, energy
Martin Luther King of Carson
Peace to my enemies
And cause this is Long Term 2
And every one of my dreams will all come true
This a journey we all go through
And if you can't cut it
Then it's all on you
I had to be about two
All I remember was Charlie Brown and Dr seuss
Momma read me a bed-time story every night
Comprehended so well I thought
It was all true
Thats all truth, 20 years later
I became a wordsmith like a
Kid from will and jada
Took a fifth of henny to
The head and thought ahead
Why they worrying bout my buzz
I ain't a insect
What the fuck, yall got me fucked up
(what the fuck, yall got me fucked up)
Don't get a nigga misconscrued
Cause I get loaded like a brand new pistol
Ahhh shoot
Long as you knew that I'm on the pursuit
Of greatness 'til I lay in a tomb
Im raiding the game is weak
Knowing it's painful and not short
However long it take just know im not going
(Heaven ain't far Soul)
Yea, I swear to god I wrote this on annalee
On my way to work, im late
I know my momma mad at me
(PEACE) to all the homies
Formerly known as casualties
Prospect, I miss you man I
Do this shit for you
I revise my timelines see how I do
2000 I was cool, '01 I had fun
'02 I recorded my first song
And I was sprung
'03 I was deep, '04 I had flow
'05 I signed a Street Beat with no dough
'06 I met punchline, Damn I thank punchline
He saw more in my music
Than metaphors and punchline
'07 DudeDawg told me I was family
In '08 you became a fan of me
'09 I went around the country in a rock band
Now it's twenty-ten yall, get a catscan dawg