Lyrically Speaking - Ab-Soul

My style cayenne pepper so I spit like Dylan

Speak the criminal slang

Lyrical homicide

Lyrically I’m worshipped, don’t front the word sick

Sorry if I write like niggas with attitude

I’m the most anticipated

I’m what the west is missing

Sup y’all?

I’m glad we could meet

I know it took a while for me to introduce my self properly

But this is me, I don’t howl at the moon

I’m obviously a beast, I got fangs for teeth

Eatin' rappers like cabbage in your mamma’s coleslaw

Soulbama, who you think your baby momma vote for?

I feel I’m the best that’s done it so far

And that goes both ways, so far and so far

Half the kind of rhymes I write

Kind of remind me of like, lines in the Bible, I might

Be a disciple, but I ain’t tryin' to spread no gospel

I wish y’all a great time under the sun

Life is short, live it like it ain’t cause it might not be

21 years taught me that, nobody

Can take what I earn myself, 'til I earn myself

I was born to shine, like a firefly am I

And I’m in the best position to wreck rappers like tangles

From four angles, I see your plot unravel

I’m a lost angel, somebody got me for my halo

Around the time I wheelie’d my bike and watched cable

Exposed to the street and learned to roll to the beat

Had the gift since birth, but the curse was pre-natal

Ask my momma, she’ll cosign I brought the drama

Kickin' her tummy like I punted for the Cowboys

Mat McBriar, the silent killer with loud noise

Tit for tat, I’m tic-tacin' Altoids

Fresh-dressed for the occasion to trample y’all cats

But you ignorant niggas ain’t understandin' all that

Ask wizzle, I’m like a train in the clouds, I’m fly on the track

I’ll take you there, but I ain’t guidin' you back

The phase three metaphor reservoir dog off the leash

And y’all sleep, call the pound, I’m a clown and my