Ab-Soul — RAW Backwards

[Intro: Ab-Soul] Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] What’s happenin'? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip I'm mashin' across the masses, my movement massive I'm low-key, like a locksmith workin' on both knees You nosy, wiretap vans, got fur where my toes be I'm cozy, act like you know me Wicked as Aleister Crowley, I just might OD Overly dedicated, just like my homie Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy Doing whatever I please, it's like, "Fuck your feelings!" Man, I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the Abstract Asshole I'm levitatin', way too crazy Way too wavy for your sandcastle [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Ayy, man, what’s happenin'? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip I'm mashin' across the masses, my movement massive The Backwoods with the gas in it You roll the raw, I spell it backwards Throw that wack shit up in the trash can [Post-Chorus: Zacari] We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more No more No more, no more No more, no more [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I'm goin' loco, this nigga Soulo back in this ho though Oh no, you watchin' Hulu, I run the show though Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know But don't confuse me with D'Angelo, I'm the angel though Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor ‘Cause we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer Remember when the Battle Mongers called me a reject 'Til I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero Steps ahead and stackin' bread up, speakin' of heroes 4-7 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast Just to sag down Troy Ave quotin' King Steelo Pass the pot, let me skillet The temperature is scaldin', the novices make me nauseous I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli I told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him We don't need dirt on your hands, gettin' the key to the city You feel me? Hurts when your OG Who's supposed to be a G-O-D Is standin' next to King Kunta feelin' like Toby Yeah, Moos, what I gotta do, boy? I'm just waitin' on your cue to take him to school, boy Yeah, but fuck all this wordplay Top, tell these fuckin' stooges I'm dangerous, keep away Mayday (Soul!) [Bridge: Ab-Soul] Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Ayy, man, what’s happenin'? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip I'm mashin' across the masses, my movement massive The Backwoods with the gas in it You roll the raw, I spell it backwards Throw that wack shit up in the trash can [Post-Chorus: Zacari] We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more No more No more, no more No more, no more [Bridge: Ab-Soul] Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch, I need Alia Zin To read Genesis, yeah ‘Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites about that fuckin' life You fuckin' right, I need to stand up for my fuckin' rights Out of sight, out of mind, still leave insight in your brain Got your synapses doin' jumping jacks and all kind of things I mean check my subject range Agartha, dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's Revelations reiterated, this revolutionary Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps ‘Cause the truth is scary (Do what thou wilt) I’m not talented, I’m skilled (I’m the darkest knight) With the shiniest shield Would’ve attended a university, but it was silly to me Because the whole universe is just a city to me