Track Two

B-O, what up, my ****?

E3, I'ma get you on these Backwoods, last thing I do, ****

Yeah, oh shit, ****, oh shit, ****

These **** did done it again

Tae Beast, why you do that, man?

Why the fuck you had to do that, man?

This shit sound like a 100 birds under the Carson Sheriff Station

I told Rezack, get off my sack

We really out here, my ****

When I roll through the city it give me a rush

Yeah, I'm high off life, but I'm rollin' blunts

And they couldn't wait for Soul to reappear

Click, boom, TNT, TDE, we in here

Mm, mm, mm, I can smell fear

From a mile away, you might as well get from 'round here

I run the town like Roc Nation, no exaggeration

Bet I rise like Lazarus, use your imagination

Fascinated by you faggots hatin', get an occupation

You in violation, provoke annihilation

Flow like the Nile River, yo, it's now or never

You had a release date, but now it's never

Yeah, welcome to the Control System

I'm stimulatin' the hoes and educatin' my ****

I wiggle through potholes, my destination is vivid

To the end of the road I'm driven, y'all trippin’, Soul

And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole

Give the people what they need, damn right, let 'em know

You got some kind of disease, I'm the illest in the business

If you ain't with the business, mind your business

And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole

Give the people what they need, damn right, let 'em know

You got some kind of disease, I'm the illest in the business

If you ain't with the business, mind your business

And we stuntin' like

Like I ain't never had shit, ‘cause I never had shit

Same Chucks, two years straight, doin' bad shit

Sick, twist two spliffs out my dime bag shit

Pissed, tryna get a good response out this bad bitch

Which one of you **** wanna call my bluff?

Wish granted, call his ass granite, now he mopped up

Never been locked up, but I keep a sentence

Winners win and sinners sin only to ask God forgiveness

In this world of luxury cars and legal tender

Johnny want me like Wyclef Jean, gone 'til November

Pop my collar like I'm Don Juan, green to my slippers

Just remember that they don't want me to get ignorant

Sinister literature, given from this wicked minister

Witness your future diminish, no present from Saint Nicholas

In particular, you're just a thing of the past

I'm a diamond ring in the trash, no reason to brag, it's Ab

And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole

Give the people what they need, damn right, let 'em know

You got some kind of disease, I'm the illest in the business

If you ain't with the business, mind your business

And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole

Give the people what they need, damn right, let 'em know

You got some kind of disease, I'm the illest in the business

If you ain't with the business, mind your business

And we stuntin' like

What's your life about? Enlighten me

Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet?

Can't lose, you **** must admire defeat

You lyin' like Nala, ****, you know where to find a ****

Del Amo, Carson in the house

The View, The Village, Scottsdale and right back around

Can't forget about The Patch, matter of fact

I got some homies off Grace Ave, we go way back

Been runnin' round since L train cut up at Our People

Rocket was my role model, Lil Roccett my number one O-migo

Went 15 in the back alley, hop fences and skip school

Fellowship with the gang members, and goddamn it, I still do

But just imagine if Einstein got high and sipped juice

Broke rules, got pussy, beat up rookies on Pro Tools

You'd probably call his ass Soul Brother number two

And I just took a number two, and ain't this track number two?