Ab-Soul — Ride Slow

[Intro: Ab-Soul] Ain't no sitting down in here, my nigga Yeah, hahahahah Yeah, keep sayin', oh I think niggas is laughing at me That's right, make that spooky shit Yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, look-look [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal Ahead of my time, in time, you'll find that I'm a fossil Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know, I'm a poet or in an apostle Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth, oh, I know You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae-Bo But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat Life's sweet but, way down the line, you're just a snack [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt & Ab-Soul] It gets cold on the road to the riches (yeah, I ride slow) The cars and the clothes is expensive (yo, I ride slow) These hoes with they nose in my business (yeah, I ride slow) Nigga (yo, I ride slow) These rhythms of visions of me living colossal Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo Yo-yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo (insane in the membrane!) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school Had to learn though, the harder way, pushing pennies But, see, a three's a 16 in my sport, figgadeal me? I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here, I told you that But I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff, relax And try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back On the surface I will certainly scratch See Mac, he made this from scratch Just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against Me shall pass, remember that? I'm biblical with this shit The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip Oh! (blow) The camera's gone so bring the acid tabs along And let's all gather round and sing my fucking song Yo, I ride slow [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt & Ab-Soul] It gets cold on the road to the riches (yeah, I ride slow) The cars and the clothes is expensive (yo, I ride slow) These hoes with they nose in my business (yeah, I ride slow) Nigga (yo, I ride slow) These rhythms of visions of me living colossal Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil Yo (insane in the membrane!) [Verse 3: Danny Brown & Ab-Soul] Check! I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo' You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you Pulling up, no headlights but there's red beams on you Apostle, smoking on this dope, my brain colossal (Smoke!) Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel (Stunt!) Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible (Stunt!) Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking, it get drastic Caskets If you niggas talking ass-backwards (Black!) Up shit's creek with a tissue paddle OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle (Smoke!) Call your number like you just won the raffle (Ugh!) Nigga, you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty (Blow!) Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery (Blow!) The reality is all you niggas fictions (Bitch!) Smack you with the hand of Satan cause you need good sanitation (Ill!) Any nigga hating, we gon' turn them to a raisin (Blow!) One nigga, .30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits (Doot-doot-doot-doot!) And I ain't saying shit Cause I'm coming from Detroit where I'm coming up short Them niggas riding slow, AK-ing up your porch I ride slow! (Insane in the membrane) [Part II] [Interlude: Doeburger & Ab-Soul] I-I-I ride, I ride, I-I, ride Niggas talking about all this lean shit I ride slow Nigga I been sipping this shit since, been sipping this shit I ride slow Silly out here, niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups Nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first two cups nigga I gave cuz his first cup of lean, what you niggas talking bout? I ride slow Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? Fuck it [Bridge: Ab-Soul] I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil Alright, here right? Soulo La, la-la-la, la la (I ride slow) Do you wanna ride or die? (I ride slow) What do we have here now? Run quick see Come with me (inhale Mary) (Y) Come with me (exhale Mary) (M) Come with me (inhale Mary) (F) Come with me, la, la-la-la, la la la la Already, I ride slow [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] I heard they stopped making Actavis (You know when I heard that?) While I was sipping Actavis Fast life, slow motion in my double cup The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up I must be Captain Phillips, these niggas don't speak my language Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun Deadline snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal, I'm just fly My rhymes Ciroc and Ayahuasca, would you like a sip? Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high What I do with eight zips nigga? You don't know the half All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph Rap as if I had two left feet, tryna walk a righteous path So here's a question that I ask What's a negative with no plus? A Benz with no bus? A curse with no gift? Who's God with no us? [Verse 5: Delusional Thomas] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow Put my dick in witches from "The Crucible" I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shakin, Parkinson's Disease on Pardon me, I sneezed, blessing conscious as it speaks freely Death is cold homie, breathe easy, loaded gun in front of me Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie You do my murder and [Interlude: Ab-Soul & Delusional Thomas] Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (fuck off!) Relax, relax my nigga (Maaaaaan!) Calm down my mom listens to this shit, bruh (I ride slow) You need to stop sniffing that goddamn bleach is what you need to do [Verse 6: Delusional Thomas & Ab-Soul] Well how dare a man talk about the potency of my pack? I snort dope that's mixed with crystal meth and gastric bypass Satan's blood in my flesh, nobody is high as And these days the iPad Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash And then float away (I ride slow) so good luck [Outro: Delusional Thomas] Boop boop boop boop boop boop! Fuck yeah! Yo Doeburger man