Now You Know - Ab-Soul

Try to relax, try to relax

I know you’re anxious, baby

I know you’re anxious, for me

But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax

I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks,

the Bro P on the motherfucking boards, homeboy

(If you don’t know, now ya know nigga)

Went from Del’s liquor to Deli’s in the Bronx nigga

I’m just a youngin from Del Amo

With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to

You know what I’m up to

I hit the Bodega for the backwoods

Pack of dutchies if you lucky nigga

Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

(Git up, git out and git something)

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

(Git up, git out and git something)

Aye, you know what I’m up to

I swear to God I wish I wrote this fucking verse on Mother’s Day

That ain’t got shit to do with this or does it?

Fuck it, Anyway

I’ve been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken,

misjudged

That’s why I’m a misfit, up to mischief

On a mission, in a missionary

Hittin missionaries (missionaries)

That was all mises, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific

All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word)

But listen close, this where shit get tricky

What all these words have in common is that they’re all iffy

Hence misogyny, obviously

I’d switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could (I would)

If you was Huey you would know it nigga

But you’re not so I guess y’all good

So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches

Don’t forget about the bitches

Adam’s rib ain’t adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF nigga)

Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit

Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did

And you know why, I love my mama so much

And I can’t watch my lil sister grow up, so I

Went from Del’s liquor to Deli’s in the Bronx nigga

I’m just a youngin from Del Amo

With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to

You know what I’m up to

I hit the Bodega for the backwoods

Pack of dutchies if you lucky nigga (cross your fingers)

Cups with the ice just doing what I want to

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

Yeah baby, you know what I’m up to

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

You know what I’m up to, You know what I’m up to

You know what I’m up to

Baby, you know what I’m up to

I, Soulo, still a member in good standing of the he-man woman haters club.

Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk

to them unless I have to,

and especially, never fall in love, and if I do may I die slowfully and

painfully and suffer for hours, or until I scream bloody murder