Track Two

B-O, what up my nigga?
 E3 I'mma get you on these backwoods last thing I do nigga
 
 Yeah
 Oh shit nigga! Oh shit nigga!
 These niggas done did it again
 Tae Beast why you do that man?
 Why the fuck you had to do that man?
 This shit sound like a 100 birds under the Carson Sheriff Station
 I told Rezack to get off my sack
 We really out here my nigga!
 When I roll through the city it give me a rush
 Yeah I'm high off life but I'm rolling blunts
 And they couldn't wait for Soul to reappear
 Click, boom. T.N.T., TDE, we in here
 Mm, mm, mm! I can smell fear
 From a mile away, you might as well get from round here
 I run the town like Roc Nation, no exaggeration
 Bet I rise like Lazarus, use your imagination
 Fascinated by you faggots hating, get an occupation
 You in violation, provoke annihilation
 Flow like the Nile river, yo it's now or never
 You had a release date, but now it's never
 Yeah, welcome to the Control System
 I'm stimulating the hoes and educating my niggas
 I wiggle through potholes, my destination is vivid
 To the end of the road I'm driven, y'all trippin'
 Soulo
 And we stunting like
 Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole
 (Give the people what they need!) Damn right, let 'em know
 (You got some kind of disease!) I'm the illest in the business
 If you ain't with the business, mind your business
 And we stunting like
 Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole
 (Give the people what they need!) Damn right, let 'em know
 (You got some kind of disease!) I'm the illest in the business
 If you ain't with the business, mind your business
 And we stunting like
 Like I ain't never had shit
 Cause I never had shit
 Same Chucks, two years straight, doing bad shit
 Sick, twist two spliffs out my dime bag shit
 Pissed, tryna get a good response out this bad bitch
 Which one of you niggas wanna call my bluff?
 Wish granted, call his ass granite, now he mopped up
 Never been locked up but I keep a sentence
 Winners win and sinners sin only to ask God forgiveness
 In this world of luxury cars, and legal tender
 Johnny want me like Wyclef Jean gone til' November
 Pop my collar like I'm Don Juan, green to my slippers
 Just remember that they don't want me to get ignorant
 Sinister literature, given from this wicked minister
 Witness your future diminish
 No present from Saint Nicholas in particular
 You're just a thing of the past
 I'm a diamond ring in the trash
 No reason to brag, it's sad
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 And we stunting like
 Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole
 (Give the people what they need!) Damn right, let 'em know
 (You got some kind of disease!) I'm the illest in the business
 If you ain't with the business, mind your business
 And we stunting like
 Ab-Soul, abstract, asshole
 (Give the people what they need!) Damn right, let 'em know
 (You got some kind of disease!) I'm the illest in the business
 If you ain't with the business, mind your business
 And we stunting like
 What's your life about, enlighten me
 Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet?
 Can't lose, you niggas must admire defeat
 You lying like Nala nigga, you know where to find a nigga
 Del Amo, Carson in the house
 The View, The Village, Scottsdale and right back around
 Can't forget about The Patch, matter fact
 I got some homies off Grace Ave., we go way back
 Been running round since L train cut up at Our People
 Rocket was my role model, Lil Roccett my number one O-migo
 Went fifteen in the back alley, hop fences and skip school
 Fellowship with the gang members, and goddammit I still do
 But just imagine if Einstein got high and sipped juice
 Broke rules, got pussy, beat up rookies on Pro Tools
 You probably call his ass Soul Brother #2
 And I just took a number two
 And ain't this track number two?