Mayday - Ab-Soul

This shit right here is like.

Heh

This, this shit right here is like the calm before the storm

Like little kids playing in Japan before Hiroshima got bombed on

Yo

I’m sick of holding back, Jay told me go harder

How else am I gonna prove I’m the number one author?

Sometimes I wake up in the morning mourning for my father

And the more I think about it — the more I get stronger

It didn’t kill me, it contributed to the growth

I take five dollars — contribute it to the smoke

I rather get high while I’m living at the bottom

But even when I rise, you’ll see my red eyes

Like the last flight to the night

See I done soared through the air like fighting a knight

I’ve seen bad times, and I cherish the good

My sentences give life, man, fly me a kite if you would

I’m so introspective

All it took was a pen and a little reflection

But what does it to take to be number one?

Will one of you motherfuckers please answer the question

I’m starving out here, and I haven’t prayed to God in so long

He’ll probably try to charge me for a blessing, am I wrong?

Hold on, mayday

Ab-Soul, you driving them crazy

Ah-ha!

Fooled you

No matter how heavy the situation, we pull through

Yeah, yeah I do it for the love

I do it for ya’ll

I do it cause I’m the one

That’s it, that’s all

I never gave up, niggas want me to raise up

But I’mma kick it 'till my fucking flower bed’s made up

Tear a fucking stage up every time we hit a venue

Eating all rappers — Vibe magazine is like a menu

Shall I continue?

You said yes didn’t you?

Seven star general, all from being lyrical

Cause how is it that what I’m saying give you a visual?

I promise all competition candlelight vigils

Quite the individual, deliver the mayhem

Like swine born in the springtime, I’m borderline psycho

When I come up with lines to bite your

Fucking face off, ya’ll ain’t trying to face off

Ab-Soul, divine with the rhymes

Bring sight to the deaf and sound to the blind

Ya’ll do it for the light intertwined with lime

I do it cause on the mic ain’t none of ya’ll better

Top Dawg, y’all mice, taking all of ya’ll cheddar

Am I right?

Fucking right, yeah!

Cause 2010 I’m trying to ball nigga

Like shooting jump shots in the mall nigga

Cause my skies are gray

You could say I’m a goose in a pond of some hard liquor

I tend to go overboard with the metaphors

Still walking in the shadow of my team

Jay Rock finna blow — 2010 fo sho

And K-Dot and C4, but what about me?

It’s kind of hard to say you top notch

Parking your bucket in front of your mom’s spot

Still getting dime bags on credit

Girl wanna go out, all you can afford is IHOP

It’s fucked up right?

That’s where I’m at with it

I’m finna crack like a egg hatch, stand back

And in the midst of the bullshit

I’m still nothing to fool with

The type of nigga bitches wanna get cool with

Primarily cause of my future in music

They seen me shake Nipsey Hussle’s hand

I hear them whisper to themselves, «he's the fucking man»

I do one song with Glasses

And I’m the talk in all the high school classes

In the studio with Game

Just soaking up game like he’s standing in the rain

So when I’m in the booth (Mayday!)

Better yet, I’m finna make it my new AKA

Yeah, Willie B what up?

Shit’s hot sorta like a temperature nigga, keep it up

Uh, and please turn your speakers up

Cause Eric Wright couldn’t make it look easier

Rest in peace, my nigga

But since you’ve been gone, I’ve been killing these niggas