Ab-Soul — Showoff Radio Freestyle

[Beat: "Devil in a New Dress" by Kanye West, produced by Bink!] [Verse 1: Da$h] Sinisters giving Manson literature to children Thoughts of a youthful villain Windows from floor to ceiling Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication Only paying my patience ‘cause I’m knowing hell is waiting Still a shit talking Blunt sparking, Henny bottle to the face type nigga Take your momma 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 Jack measuring, Xannies and the sess green Load up like a motherfucking chess team You know him, it’s Dolla ho Bitches blowing yada off the Ivory Coast Having dinner on a lobster boat I spit the shit to give Barack a poke Give the cop a choke Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke Nigga, like the dope, like the dope nigga, like the yo yo Like the dope, no hope for the weak Four O’s in the cream whip, four hoes in the Jeep Two cups ‘cause it’s only for me You know, came up off of too many Narcos in ponchos shit Dolla Darko, Backwood full of all gold Opiates flowing to hope my heart go Still jumping niggas after rap shows Still rob a nigga if the cash low Same nigga sleeping back in class yo Miseducation getting bad doe The government is like the fuckin Muppets Obama just another fuckin puppet You know it and you motherfuckers love it, what 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 what I’m doing is worth it And aside from that I know That I can give it all back with interest To show my sentiments that they be interested in Soul Glow like Afro sheen, I always been a natural Disasters happen everyday I wakeup, 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 of Arrowhead and put the fire out I’m off a high amount of reefer, a bean of three, a four of lean Exposing the holes and the hoaxes effecting us globally in a flow nobly To most it is so serene, I told Nicole at Rap Genius I’m just sowin' 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 kinda 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 and I’m so sorry if that’s degrading It’s the great [?] the subject 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, you got the flu Like flying in past tense, meaning I’m past this, past you (Solo nigga)


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