Ab-Soul - Writer’s Block lyrics

(stone cold) stone cold, killa soul, back
With a iller flow
Packed, like a sack lunch with a
Rap that'll detach ya like Velcro
Spit a sixteen then hell rose
(talkin' out ya ass)
I bend a nigga like a elbow
For talkin' out his ass
But I don't hear shit less
He talkin' bout this cash
Flip em like an hour glass now
That's dirty shower fast nigga (The game)
I got the game mad
Like star face throwin' a tantrum
Seed to the root of all evil deeds
Don't plant em'
Ab the miraculous to rap what
Math is to calculus (Big figures)
Look out for dis' no other nigga figure
Could amount to this
I'm bigger than jigga's home
Boy from the sty and I don't dot em I just
Got shades over my eyessoUL (the gift)
Lord knows I got the gift
Why you lookin' surprised swallow your pride
Before you choke and need
The Heimlich Maneuver
You a threat? I'm Nortan anti-virus
Ima remove ya bet (Top dog entertainment)
It's Top Dawg Entertainment
Fuck y'all pups
I tell my bitches let ya hair down
Leave on your pumps
My doors always open, you can
Leave when you want, yup!
(Top notch) top notch to my socks
And my shoes fit perfectly
Start me out I'm finna start
Shitting on niggas purposely
Call me out like an umpire and ima fire
(fucked up)
Like when an employers budget is cut
As long as y'all ridin' my
Dick I'm fuckin' you up
No gay shit back to the basics
Fat laces in my ACIX (Slavery)
Got it mastered like a plantation
Owner back in the 1800's
You niggas love it you starvin' I'm grubbin
Open the oven and have a bite
That's equivalent to how I write
(Food for thought)
Its food for thought for your appetite
Hand me a compass
Nigga I'm lost in this afterlife if
I'm readin' these chapters right
Was heaven bound, but hell
That ain't happen right (Black hoodie)
Oh well
I make the best of what I got when it's hot
Black hoodie on attractin' more
Heat than a spot wit crack rock by the zip
Don't let your kanine sniff
And be surprised when he go stiff
Im poppin like a 4 5th
In yo function humpin yo bitch
She come home fussin
Thats cold, it must be december or sumfin
She slipped and fell on my dick and I ain't
Yell timber or nuffin, shit
(Writers block) this what I come up with
When I got writers block
Win by any means necessary tie a knot
A-round ya voice box
A B, soul heat stroke any
Man come across this line, finito
I wipe my feet on ya
CD cover like welcome matts
Bien venido, how bout that
Got my hand on my GAT no
Im lyin thats my testicle
And it's growin like vegeteble
Get off my groin homosexuals I tell
You niggas time and time again
Perpetual, liars on the mic get fried like
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