Ab-Soul — Now You Know

[Intro] Try to relax, try to relax Cause I know you're anxious, baby I know you're anxious, for me But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax, try to relax I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks The bro P on the motherfucking boards, homeboy (And if you don't know, now ya know nigga) [Chorus] Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga I'm just a youngin from Del Amo With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to You know what I'm up to (git something, nigga, git something) I hit the Bodega for the Backwoods Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga Cups with the ice Just doing just doing what I want to, you know what I'm up to (Git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to [Verse 1] I swear to God I wish I wrote this fucking verse on Mother's Day That ain't got shit to do with this or does it? Fuck it, Anyway I've been miseducated, mislead, misinterpreted Misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief On a mission, in a missionary, hittin missionaries (missionary) That was all misses, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word) But listen close, this where shit get tricky What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy Hence misogyny, obviously I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could (I would) If you was Nuit you would know it nigga But you're not so I guess y'all good Uh, so one time for the women Two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches Uh, don't forget about the bitches Adam's rib ain't adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF nigga) Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did And you know why, I love my mama so much And I can't watch my lil' sister grow up, so I— [Chorus] Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga I'm just a youngin from Del Amo With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to You know what I'm up to (git something, nigga, git something) I hit the Bodega for the Backwoods Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga (cross your fingers) Cups with the ice Just doing what I want to, you know what I'm up to (Git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (Git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (Git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to (You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to [Outro] I, Soulo, still a member in good standing of the He-Man woman-haters club, do solemnly swear to be a He-Man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to, and, especially, never fall in love—and if I do, may I die slowfully and painfully and suffer for hours—or until I scream bloody murder