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christ's cake. - ab-soul lyrics

[intro]
ay, man
the boat dock, yo

[verse]
in all honesty, i wanted to be melodic
but imitating such a golden vocalist would be idiotic
i had to pay homage as soon as i got the news
finna go cruisin’ in the rain banging voodoo
extra brown sugar on my slice of devil’s pie
the church is still on the move, for the millionth and ninth time
i told juice, i’m not d’angelo, but i’m the angel though
the day they crucify me, i’mma go to h*ll and make it snow
soon as it freeze over, i’ll return with a vengeance
i know the ledge and the landlord disturbing the tenants
the nervе of you n*ggas, herb got you all perturbed
wе authored the art of war, you trying to draw pictures
no talking to officers, off with your head
i really wish a n*gga would, like a carpenter
i swear to god, they lean on everything i write
like cursive curse words, word
i sampled angie and told ’em love was the law
had miller mac, rapsody, and solana singing along
she wrote about the black brother
i wrote about the black mother
the chicken came before the egg, was the hypothesis
but, never mind, still bugging i fumbled on the mafiathon
they worried about my mental health and what kinda drugs i’m on
what’s crazy is, had i been high, i really would’ve went off
but that’s besides the point, like the nine digits i want
i bring the ruckus, you can’t go where i go, uncle
real visionary, you suffering from revertiligo, yo
jesus, please take the wheel
lord have murcielago on my soul
ay, slim, the premonitions are vivid, i saw all this, man
clean green in my hand, my palm olive
my thoughts toppling yours, elephantitis
my b*lls bigger than yours
i wrestle with titans, ain’t gotta say pause, nah
cut from the cloth of the mayans, as well as the moors
what more can i say to y’all but, what?
behold, a black horse?
revolutions 6:8
tda
that’s all
[outro]
for now, at least, i sing*
[mumbles] i don’t know the lyrics, it was just a thought
long live, long live d, you know what i mean
if you ain’t* if you didn’t* if you didn’t have brown sugar on cassette, don’t talk to me
yeah, cut it right out
[?]
it’s the juice of all trades
tde, big bmr
nembers only
b*o*a*t
s*o*u*l*o h*o*3
slim, wake your ass up, n*gga
you know what i’m saying? pass me my [?]
hip*hop, hip*hop
i’m still krs*two, too, shoutouts to statik selekt’, like i talked to him, he gave me the blessing
what’s that? the soul clap?
i really do this sh*t, man
the man behind the shade, you know what i’m saying?
pastor black lip, ymf, you know what i’m saying? i’m all that
abstract assh0l*, all that
[?] yacht
soulo

- ab soul lyrics

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