Ab-Soul - Now You Know lyrics

Try to relax, try to relax
Cause I know you're anxious, baby
I know you're anxious, for me
But you just gotta try to
Relax, try to relax, try to relax
I wrote the majority of this rap on a
Bean bag under the JMZ train tracks
The bro P on the motherfucking boards
Homeboy
(And if you don't know, now ya know nigga)

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's
In the Bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin'
What I want to you know what I'm up to
(git something, nigga, git something)
I hit the Bodega for the Backwoods
Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to

I swear to God I wish I wrote
This fucking verse on Mother's Day
That ain't got shit to do with
This or does it? Fuck it, anyway
I've been miseducated, mislead
Misinterpretated
Misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged
That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief
On a mission, in a missionary
Hittin missionaries (Missionary)
That was all misses
Terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on
My dick for this shit (word)
But listen close, this where shit get tricky
What all these words have in common
Is that they're all iffy
Hence misogyny, obviously
I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery'
With 'i' if I could (I would)
If you was Nuit you would know it nigga
But you're not so I guess y'all good
Uh, so one time for the women
Two times for the ladies
Three times for the bitches
Uh, don't forget about the bitches
Adam's rib ain't adding up
This story must be more extensive
(YMF nigga) Meiosis
Mitosis and some mo' shit
Noah had motion in the ocean
Before his boat did
And you know why, I love my mama so much
And I can't watch my lil' sister grow up
So I

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's
In the Bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin' from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
(git something, nigga, git something)
I hit the Bodega for the Backwoods
Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga
(Cross your fingers) cups with the ice
Just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to

I, Soulo, still a member in good standing
Of the He-Man woman haters club
Do solemnly swear to be a
He-Man and hate women
And not play with them or talk
To them unless I have
To, and, especially, never fall in
Love and if I do, may I die slowfully and
Painfully and suffer for
Hours or until I scream bloody murder