GOTTA RAP - Ab-Soul

Backpack raps with gats in it

Don't get your cap peeled by the Black menace

Hahaha, Premo, check

I like to call myself the God of rap

But really I just gotta rap

This a Dior doobie

On the head of your cutie, moon signs when you call her back

Do not disturb

We looking for the smoke, not who got the herb

I'm Top Dawg, you a copycat

I'ma give this beat a heart attack

Arrest your cardiac

I'ma need your pass back, hall monitors

My movement is still intelligent

Your movement is still irrelevant (Yeah)

Blacking out 'til I'm out of melanin

Meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine

I'm holding weight like a skeleton

I'm holding weight, you just a skeleton

Rap is something you do (Yeah), hip-hop—

I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in

My cuddie up in the coupe flipping chickens

Turning one up into two, that's a mockingbird

They wanna lock 'em in the cell again

For the product that he's selling them

My movement is still intelligent

Your movement is still irrelevant

I like to call myself the God of rap

But really I just gotta rap (Gotta rap)

Something potent for the chosen clientele

But that's a twisted figure of speech

Rap is something you do (Look), hip-hop—

All I know to do is aim high

Hold my hood up like a gang sign

Del Amo 'til the death of me

Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave

So you can't get rid of me

My lyrics will live in memory

Destination is destiny

Every record's a felony, the long term legacy

'Cause there's definitely no stopping him

Just keeping it a buck, I'm on one, George Washington

So fuck is you telling me?

I'm a celestial, not a fucking celebrity

Meaning I am not like them

My pool of thought will probably drown Aquaman

Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen

Had the '87 Chevy Celebrity

That mean we were the same age

The synergy is heavenly

Rolling through my city in a rush

On University so much, I should at least have a AA, hey

Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the ketamine

I've been ready since seventeen

Watching thrones although most kings get the guillotine

The prophecy is Celestine, I'm wide awake, it's still a dream

I gotta eat, but still it seems the pigs start yelling freeze

When you bring the bacon to the table like Jimmy Dean

Party's over, hold the silly string

I even tried suicide and I don't know why

I know better than most that the Soul don't die

Took a leap, shattered my leg, and lost some teeth

And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep

Quagen in my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch

Frozen, broken heart throwing out on my sleeve

Then throw my last dollar on the floor

My guardian angel's name is Doe, I can never go broke

Yo, the artifact with all the facts

Dodging cap in my Dodger cap

I like to call myself the God of rap

But really I just gotta rap, holla back

I gotta rap— like every day

The rhyme fiend about a second from the crime scene

I gotta rap— like every day

Rap is something you do, hip-hop

Gotta rap

My movement is still intelligent

Your movement is still irrelevant

Soul