Ab-Soul Lyrics
"Incomplete Freestyle"

Yo, yo. Truly on point naturally on task creating history
everyday and my name's Ab Dash
Soul motherfucker at last add a set of Jays classic as a
Cadillac record played?
Me never that.
Act like you know.
Don't get rammed shacked by the rat pack
see I'm the black Humphrey Bogart
puffed in black stone hella smart ass hole
see this my culinary art how I cook up such food
for thought clear the kitchen it's finna get hot uh master chef
no account to cash your check you
niggas ain't half of half of half my best
uh champagne wishes some green in my swishers
a Nicki Minaj with two 5 star bitches Ladies and gentlemen
this is a look inside the mind of the demented and everything
I said I swear I meant It listen fascinated by the tactics
of a Jeffery Daumer eat your ass up a cannibal for the dollar
it's tangible I'm off the top rhyming noodles that's understandable
The last Samurai here to tear a guy apart tie a piece of barbed wire
around his heart if he's gased up he gets bowah constricted
until he farts if he talks and it don't correspond to his walk
he walks the plank Captain Hook went hard Peter was gay
you'll never never land a spot on our roster that way not a rasta
but I smoke like a wailer they know In serving niggas tip the waiter
before you leave the table God dammit just found
another crack up in my halo are you comprehending
am I condescending or am I kindly sending you a message kind of quickly
I never get to busy to get busy simply stunning your Mrs.
can't miss me engine gunning headed for the finish line
but not the sneaker store I need that first place prize
the blue ribbon in the ski I'm Stevie wonder getting high
What you even speaking for you're iller when mute is on carry on ha-ha
And I ain"t gotta talk that white to bury ya'll the truth will set you free and me
I'm whip and chain free Literally no car no jewelry
just a brain full of buffoonery between you and me