Ab-Soul — The Real Hip Hop Freestyle

[Verse: Ab Soul] Did you meet Rock from Cali to Italy? It'd be like something you've never seen, literally Soul brother, this rap shit is like a cult But I don't give a shit, I'll wear it like a coat You know, I'm so hip hop I love it to death From a DJ Scratch to graffiti on yo set B boys that could spin on they head, you know the best I had the karaoke machine, recording cassettes Fill up my cup like support for breasts I reflect back like when niggas used to flow for respect But its all marketing now, if you ain't got a gimmick Know what’s his name, or you ain’t got an image Probably won't last a minute Then you wonder why these old-heads, wonder whats happening with it Back in the day, when a album came out, yo you had to get it Prior to iTunes my room full of LP's Like a Ma and Pa shop All thanks to my mom's pawn shop Boppin' on it since birth And I'm all in on hot More cuts than a club sandwich Here to cause all you industry thugs damage Live from the 310, and we wan't more Like eeeny miney, serve anybody Hand me they keys, I'm only trying to unlock my dreams but Ha ye Ab Soul Top Dawg E-N-T