Ab-Soul - Lyrically Speaking lyrics

Ab-Soul

Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Ab-Soul - Lyrically Speaking lyrics]

My style cayenne pepper so I spit like Dylan
Speak the criminal slang lyrical homicide
Lyrically I'm worshipped
Don't front the word sick
Sorry if I write like niggas with attitude
I'm the most anticipated
I'm what the west is missing

Sup y'all? I'm glad we could meet
I know it took a while for
Me to introduce my self properly
But this is me, I don't howl at the moon
I'm obviously a beast, I got fangs for teeth
Eatin' rappers like cabbage in
Your mamma's coleslaw
Soulbama, who you think your
Baby momma vote for?
I feel I'm the best that's done it so far
And that goes both ways, so far and so far
Half the kind of rhymes I write
Kind of remind me of like


Lines in the Bible, i might
Be a disciple
But I ain't tryin' to spread no gospel
I wish y'all a great time under the sun
Life is short
Live it like it ain't cause it might not be
21 years taught me that, nobody
Can take what I earn myself
'til I earn myself
I was born to shine, like a firefly am I


And I'm in the best position
To wreck rappers like tangles
From four angles, I see your plot unravel
I'm a lost angel
Somebody got me for my halo
Around the time I wheelie'd my
Bike and watched cable
Exposed to the street and learned
To roll to the beat
Had the gift since birth
But the curse was pre natal ask my momma
She'll cosign I brought the drama
Kickin' her tummy like I
Punted for the Cowboys mat McBriar
The silent killer with loud noise
Tit for tat, I'm tic tacin' Altoids
Fresh-dressed for the occasion to
Trample y'all cats
But you ignorant niggas ain't
Understandin' all that
Ask wizzle, I'm like a train in the clouds
I'm fly on the track i'll take you there
But I ain't guidin' you back
The phase three metaphor reservoir
Dog off the leash
And y'all sleep, call the pound
I'm a clown and my

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