Ab-Soul — Shade 45 Freestyle

[Verse 1: Da$h] Sinister as givin Manson literature to children Thoughts of a youthful villain Windows floor to ceilin Feelin like Patrick Bateman, off that medication Only [?] my patience, cause I'm knowin Hell is waitin Still a shit talkin, blunt sparkin Henny bottle to the face type nigga Take yo mama on a date type nigga Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga Straight act bitch, I'm too throwed to react shit The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green Load up like a motherfuckin chess team, you know heem Its Dolla hoe, bitches blowing yaba off the ivory coast Havin dinner on lobster boat I spit the shit to give Barack a poke Give a cop a choke Bumpin Flocka in the chopper smoke Nigga, light the dope nigga Yo, light the dope, no hope for the weak Four Os in the cream, with four hoes in the jeep Two cups, cause its only for me, you know Came up off of one too many Narco's and parked yo shit Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO Opiates flow and I hope my heart go Still jumpin niggas after rap shows Still rob a nigga if the cash low Same nigga sleepin back of class yo Miseducation gettin bad though The government is like the fucking Muppets Obama just another fucking puppet You know it and you motherfuckers love it Ain't shit changed unless you do it my nigga [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I feel like i'm finished soul searching I feel like i know my soul purpose I appreciate your purpose From what I got from that, I know that it's worth it An aside from that, I know I could give it all back with interest To show my sentiments that they be interested in Soul Glow like Afro-Sheen, I've always been a natural Disasters happen every time I wake up, asshole Take us for what we make up, that's cold As a chain from Jacob Ain't no limitation to my style, i go to Hell With a barrel and a arrowhead and put the fire out Off a high amount of Reefer, a bean or 3, four of lean Exposing the holes and the hoaxes affecting this globe In a flow nobly, to most it's so serene I told Nicole at RapGenius i'm just sewing seeds It's just a little Inception to get your thoughts processing On the way to the club, i figured it out, I'm Lupe Fiasco on drugs No religious preference, just bundles of love I must admit, i like a chick that call herself a bad bitch She took the power out of the word and made it fit Like we did with nigga, my nigga that's real shit That's innovation, i'm so sorry if that's degrading And it's the ? ? ? making the way to the real truth They say the West coast is back, that's real cute But where was you when me and Rock, Dot, and Q was in the stu Beating the mic up, black and blue Watching the sky turn black and blue Wishing one day you get a clue That was like '06 bitch And my whole squad sick We got the flu Like flying in past tense Meaning i'm past this and past you