Long Term 2 - Ab-Soul

Yeah

You mighta caught me walkin on annalee

On my way to work, I ain’t no jerk, you can wave at me

Faithfully I strafe from all the make-believe, pray for me

This the shit they make-up make me think maybe its maybelline

They will not disable me, even Kane afraid of me

Now niggas wanna network like A&E

City on my back like a superman cape would be

Ab-soul, asshole, why you act an ass for?

You ain’t even got your own pad you a tadpole

It’s a future ahead of you, why you looking back though

Frontin like you in the front when you in the last row

Microphone check 1, 2 are you hearin this

Curtiss king will tell you I’m a lyricist, lyricist

Been a trip before I caught a flight, alright?

Why you think I’m always smiling, im nice

Rapper’s delight, that titles suffice

I dont even think he existed but my idol was christ

I too have a passion for what I feel is right

That’s why I get high as a Wright brother and write

Cause I just need’em to remember me

Before im dead and gone write my name in history

Mentally, im meant to be, infinite, energy

Martin Luther King of Carson, peace to my enemies

And cause this is Long Term 2

And every one of my dreams will all come true

This a journey we all go through

And if you can’t cut it then it’s all on you

I had to be about two

All I remember was Charlie Brown and Dr. Seuss

Momma read me a bed-time story every night

Comprehended so well I thought it was all true

Thats all truth, 20 years later

I became a wordsmith like a kid from will and jada

Took a fifth of henny to the head and thought ahead

Why they worrying bout my buzz, I ain’t a insect

What the fuck, yall got me fucked up

(what the fuck, yall got me fucked up)

Don’t get a nigga misconscrued

Cause I get loaded like a brand new pistol, ahhh shoot

Long as you knew that I’m on the pursuit

Of greatness 'til I lay in a tomb, im raiding

The game is weak, knowing its painful and not short

However long it take just know im not going

(Heaven ain’t far Soul)

Yea, I swear to god I wrote this on annalee

On my way to work, im late, I know my momma mad at me

(PEACE) to all the homies formerly known as casualties

Prospect, I miss you man I do this shit for you

I revise my timelines see how I do

2000 I was cool, '01 I had fun

'02 I recorded my first song and I was sprung

'03 I was deep, '04 I had flow

'05 I signed a Street Beat with no dough

'06 I met punchline, Damn I thank punchline

He saw more in my music than metaphors and punchline

'07 DudeDawg told me I was family

In '08 you became a fan of me

'09 I went around the country in a rock band

Now its twenty-ten yall, get a catscan dawg