On The Radar Freestyle - Ab-Soul

Soul Burger, the boat floatin', the flow murder
Glock popper, the show stopper, the curtain closer
Fee snatcher, the beat slapper, open hand
I'm awkward like Batman if he was a Joker fan
That's my word, I'll certainly turn they plans into God comedy
Competition against 'em will be listed as God's property
This isn't Kirk Franklin, just a monstrosity, nine times out of, say, ten
Wait, I forgot to start my verse with a "Amen"
Say ya prayers, this is hieroglyphics written' in graffiti on clay tablets without a spray can
Call me Banksy aight player, you'll get it later
After a while, crocodile bites don't heal
I'm Doechii's big homie, so for real
Might make it rain candy, mind over matter
Hope whoever rhymes after has another brain handy
Get ready for the coup de grâce, who am I?
Marshall Mathers with melanin, kept it G
Even when I'm embellishing, presently the most gifted
Even after all the coal Santa had left for me
Oh, sweet, Christmas, my love is bullet proof
She came and said my name three times, but ain't find Beetlejuice
The record clean, any DJ can drop their needle too
The circle so small, you can stick a mosquito's needle through
If you scared, don't fret, the church is on the move
The black man pastor's glad to have anointed you
Squeeze first, ask questions later, the women expectin' a newer you
Either way, I'm removing you, Soul, ho
And just for the continuity, thou shall not fuck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from–
Nah, one more time, check, look
I said, thou shall not fuck with raw me
Or he face a thousand death from Mr. Herbert, Anthony
Stevens IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker, but I need all of the smoke