Ab-Soul — Untold Story

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Straight out of Carson, Asshole, Ab-Soul Broke in probably '05 like my graduation tassel Everybody treat me like I wake up in a castle The little engine that could More horsepower than a saddle And why would I battle When these other niggas infants with the penmanship Shit, that ain't a mic, that's a rattle As soon as you remove your bib we can get it in Stand up nigga, even when I'm sittin' in Pull your pants up nigga, getting too big for your britches You fucking with a dude that did it with no digits Just dope written, you're spoiling the art Like a kid with no siblings, uh And I'm still the most pure Even having unprotected sex with a coach whore Hip-hop till my heartbeat cease I ain't a cash cow, but I do eat beef Movin' in the right direction, map quest the cross streets If you cross reference all of my efforts with perfection You'll see I pole vaulted like an election Over the bar ya'll raised, or the standard ya'll set Never with the extras, on or off set It's a rap, not a lecture, you ain't gotta pay attention But I'm a music soul child, please just listen And my mother ain't the virgin Mary But I'm so religious with the lyrics I'm a Christian On the verge of crucifixion, Non dash fiction You lower class livin' with your poor performance You're bringing the house down, fuck a mortgage Fuck a chain, I'm a free man, first name Morgan And when I die I'mma donate organs Show 'em how it look to be this live on the inside man And know I had it mapped out like the inside man I ain't robbing no banks I'm just real strategic Greedy as a motherfucking glutton Both hands in the pot like I'm paraplegic I take pride in knowing no one is remotely close Soul brotha number two, even a dead druggie ain't overdose Get a clue like blue Cause even niggas with the flu ain't in the stu like dude, uh [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] And I'm still on my shit Just like Elvis I'mma die on my shit I'm holding my pelvis writing this shit Middle fingers up to those who oppose Like when niggas started wearing skater clothes I kept a fresh pair of vans, but who didn't And in my city I'm the man, but who isn't It's the untold story of the unknown glory from the unknown city Don't show me no pity Ab-Soul, Carson, we gets busy Really I'm from Del Amo! Who's with me? (Soul!)