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Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers Raw backwards on all you rappers What’s happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip I'm mashing across the masses My movement massive I'm low-key, like a locksmith Working on both knees You nosy, wire tap bands Got fur on where my toes be I'm cosy Act like you know me Wicked as Aleister Crowley I just might OD Overly dedicated, just like my homie Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole I'm levitating, way too crazy Letras de cancionesWay too wavy for your sandcastle Ay man what’s happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip I'm mashing across the masses My movement massive The backwoods with the gas in it You roll the raw, I spell it backwards Throw that wack shit up in the trash can We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more No more No more, no more No more, no more I'm going loco This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know But don't confuse me with D'Angelo I'm the angel of Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject 'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes 47 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo Pass the pot, let me skill it The temperature is scalding The novices make me nauseous I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli I told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby Moos what I gotta do boy? I'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy! Fuck all this wordplay Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away! Mayday Ay man what’s happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip I'm mashing across the masses My movement massive The backwoods with the gas in it You roll the raw, I spell it backwards Throw that wack shit up in the trash can We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more No more No more, no more No more, no more I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin To read Genesis ‘Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites About that fucking life You fucking right, I need to Stand up for my fucking rights Out of sight, out of mind Still leave insight in your brain Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things I mean check my subject range Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's Revelations reiterated This revolutionary Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps ‘Cause the truth is scary Do What Thou Wilt I’m not talented, I’m skilled I’m the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield Would’ve attended to university, but it was silly to me Because the whole universe is just a city to me From Letras Mania