Whalé - Da$h, Ab-Soul, Retch

I brought the lighter too

I got it with me this time

Yo (Soul!) sinister literature

Read my riddles it’ll get rid of ya quicker than ritalin

Red bones leave me with a ridden dick, how real is this?

Think of sinnin' man’s cinema, sweet

Til the servant serves you the vinegar, it’s deep

Simple as finding algorithms and statistics

Walking with your children in the red light district

Look at me, dancing with Alori’s ghost

Hope I don’t got two left feet, you know I love you mama!

Keep my ear to the street, concrete jungle

At the top dog eat dog homie, stay humble

If it’ll be it’ll be, damn straight

My plan A was to beat up a beat

Put words together like Scrabble, dazzle a audience

At first it sounded like babel, but now it all makes sense

I brought it 'round full circle for y’all squares

Bad to the bone, you goody two-shoes couldn’t compare, yeah

If fair is fair I’m the air

Not next to the king, but what you breathe

You may not see, but believe me I’m there

This inspiration, I been here before

I’m on my 777th incarnation, Soul

I H-A-T-E Y-O-U

Wake up and read about my capers in the Sunday papers

Young Vincent Vega

Got a date with Uma Thurman later

Prescription drugs run through the arteries

Tell myself, this what a god should be

The engine run, don’t need no starter key

Pray the lord, the devil pardon me

Immortal partially

I tell Benson to pull up through the portal just so he could fuckin' toss the

piece

No traces, no faces, beat the court cases

Cowboy like I’m Troy Aikman

Walk in the bank, yolk up the teller, tell him crack the safe

Grab the case, then ash the blunt in the bastard’s face

Then evaporate

Don’t got no time to waste, more than I make it seem though

Gettin' paid for spittin' mean quotes

Backflip off a motherfuckin' speed boat

Land on a dolphin, laser on his head just in case I see a shark fin

I do it often, lay in your coffin

Niggas better off, my bitches draped in terrycloth

I’m a idol for every boss, you been a fraud

I play the track and bet a rack on the horses

With an Iraqi bitch, her features is gorgeous

I did all this, nigga

Smell the scent when I walk in the room nigga

Cause if you ain’t know, it’s money nigga

Every dollar, every day gettin' fast money, you motherfuckin' know

I H-A-T-E Y-O-U

Like, fuck you

I write the raps on a roof in January, I’m by the pool

Just left New York, I’m on the road for the chips

These Jordan 6's, been everywhere

Could bet he there there if the 'fetti near

Posted at the function with the Henny stare

3 quarter length on the jacket smooth as a fingeroll

I ship the blow out in cicero

I smoke the Frieza, count the Piccolo

Pinkie ring right under the mistletoe, like kiss it ho

Bend her over and send her home

I mix the oxtail sauce right on the rooftop

Cookin' apron and tube socks, came a long way from blue tops

Shit a couple more shows I’m fit for a new drop

But they wantin' what you got, ride around with that ooh-wop

For the niggas that think I’m slippin'

Like the cats that murdered Harold

Ran and blammed him asked him if he needed help, heartless

For a piece of wealth like there couldn’t be peace and wealth

The piece is felt right beneath the belt, stealth

Left the courthouse, sold the rocks in my dress socks

9−5 finna be more burner blunts at the rest stop

Met the connect by the dock he sported the dreadlocks

Jordans was dead stock

I never once shook his hand, it’s nothin' but head nods

Yeah we keep it classy

The whip is clean, but the seats is ashy, snazzy

Make your bitch boof a quarter, hit the border

Take a shit just to serve the order, Porter

I H-A-T-E Y-O-U