Ab-Soul — Black Lip Bastard Remix

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] This what you really want, huh? Turn me up, Ali [Sample: Donny Hathaway] I know your image of me Is what I hope to be [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Black lip bastard, pass me your password So I can hack inside your brain See, I too have gone insane Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name Lead shower, Anna Peebles hour, bitch stand the rain This what y'all really want Let me get it back Ali When we do- when we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements Yeah I'm good No crews, no-no posses, no cliques If it ain't 'bout TDE I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch Look inside my parkin' garage and see a collage Of every person I despised since the moment I turned five Calculate my steps and strategically took my time Even fallin' off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft) Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday Bust one, roam and reload, then smoke to Sade And somebody tell Rihanna too I need that vagina too (hey baby) Don't fuckin' take me for some kind of fool I'm kinda the reminder of knowin' Compton ain't kinda cool Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views Countertops, we hop over, hit the register, then we move I hope this shit can register on a regular soon Before I climb this pedestal And make you catch my fuckin' stool (bitch) K.Dot, leave 'em grievin' on evenin' news Even when society break even, I'll break rules [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I told niggas, caught wrecked, then I towed niggas Fold niggas like clothes and drawers, nigga Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg Like a cliché to rock a show, is that over your head? Niggas stretchin' the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or they depressed, eatin' yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple I ain't thirsty for the deal, wait and make 'em pay double I'm anxious, when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle You're basic like cable to a satellite dish You was runnin' L.A., now you out of there like Fish What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick I'm awkward, dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis, ask 'em [Interlude: Ab-Soul, ScHoolboy Q, & Kendrick Lamar] And all we do is it, all we do is do it All we do is do it, all we do is do it (nigga squad) (This what you really want) All we do is do it And all we do is it, all we do is do it All we do is do it, all we do is do it (nigga squad) (This what you want, I give up Let Puff Daddy talk to you The real Puff Daddy) [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time Fuck this rap shit, I'm active Suckin' on titties since I was eight Hoodie with my shades, I ain't tryna be fake So don't be talkin' to me, pussy Runnin' your gums like you be Loc'ing When the world know that you're nookie Rookie, softer than infant fabric, I won't have it When the gun drawn, get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted Know my niggas movin' You hesitatin' to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doin'? [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Perpetratin', bitches poppin' Percocet and percolatin' Freelance for God but do the work of Satan Whatever works I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral sex Soul brother number one plus one Gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from [Verse 5: Jay Rock] All we do is do it, shittin' on the competition Takin' heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, poke on some coochie I'm just fuckin' around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go 'head— I'm Jay Rock, you lil' niggas beneath me How you gon' dance with the devil with two left feet? Peep, thinkin' you sweet, but you weak Talkin' out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street Mama taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember, my nigga, I'm not Goliath Feel the wrath of this titan Hit some water, call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table my nigga, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine, nigga I'm all gin Hundred proof, recruit a hundred troops who love to shoot No fluke, my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do East side up, Watts City mayhem Choppers, they sprayin' from AM to PM I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blastin' a .50 out the back of the Benz Wagon Toe-taggin' wack rappers off G.P You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D You smokin' on that seaweed, we rollin' up that kiwi And the Backwood lighted, we high for like three weeks You payin' for that pussy, but we always get freebies Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it's history You know the night and day is ours Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] Is this what y'all really want? This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want? When I'm in interviews, don't ask me 'bout no crews No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's gettin' it I don't give a fuck, nigga I just paid— I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga Off Section.80, on some independent shit Uncle Sam talkin' 'bout, "you an old lost relative," nigga fuck you K-Dot said it, not Kendrick Ab-Soul the rawest motherfucker on the planet, nigga T.D.E., solar system, Control System, beyotch