Ab-Soul ft. Mac Miller – The End Is Near

Right on my tongue, look
Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man, yet
Damn it, keep running around like an annual banquet!
Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet
Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex.
I’m unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal
A maestro on the mic though,
I’m almost ill as Camille for real!
Ain’t never running from nothing, I’m fit to treadmills
Name another movement making time stand still!
High power to the third degree,
Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency
It’s closed curtains for you worthless earthlings
Hurting cause I rise like Mercury in the burning heat.
Word on the street, … done it again!
Look at me! I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smoking by the O, like the letters P and N
Ain’t have to start watching CNN for you to see an end.
It’s coming quicker than you think,
Don’t mean to rub it in like…
But you should learn that you could never fuck with him.
Abs getting bigger, but I ain’t do no sit-ups,
Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin’ Ports without the filter
Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter
Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga.
I fuck her ’til she have a seizure in my leisure time
She know I love her, also know I don’t need her,
Cause I’m a king and I smoke a lot of weed
That makes sense, it’s about 33 ounces in a liter!
In … terms you lames had better pay respect
Or you’ll be sleeping, they’ll be at your wake paying their respects.

Oh, so it’s the soul cold wickedness, old folk killing shit
Most dope syndicate, the go pros filming it.
The good coke sniffing shit, broke no benefits
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Smack him in his face and then I’m blowing smoke into it.
Obliterated on a big estate, shit!
I figure fame is just a bitches game
That’s why there’s raindrops dripping off my windowpane
And I was getting money far before the… came.
Official name’s got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain’t us!
You can’t trust nothing if it’s comma with the dollar sign
It’s genius coming from out of my awkward mind.
Cross the line, it’s just not the time
And he ain’t thinking, put that red dot on his mind!
I’m Santana’s bandana, against me you don’t stand a chance
Call you “fancy pants”, cause when you’re drunk you do the hammer dance.
If there’s a random chance you’re fuckin’ up my Phantom plans
I’mma go bananas and …. ’em into the ambulance.
My mother’s sonogram was like a mission statement,
Cause I wasn’t patient, left that pussy in a spaceship.
Y’all fools basic, your parents both racist
I’m… these hoes out here, beating cases
She eating dick so she plead the fifth
Yeah, it’s Larry Fish, homie he’s a myth!
You sunk my battleship, I’ll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live
And your homie with you, he’s a bitch, some vagina shit!
Getting faded, go and sin in Vegas
I’m just observing, man of different faces.
Some dick-licker want my kids in her
She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her.
The dick split her like a swisher then I’m ….
Never eat the pussy if it’s lousy, it’s lousy
I’m the prodigal son with ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions
Confidence, some Obama shit, in moccasins they can
In moccasins they can…

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