[Intro]
Ayy, man, it's Ab-Soul, baby
One time for your mother fucking mind
We represent the 3-1-0
For all you motherfuckers that don't know about this
9-0-7-4-6 shit
One time for the 2-6
[Verse 1]
I'm from the era where the lyricists were everywhere
You had to bus it, no if, ands, buts, or derrieres
The ceremony master class, you cats could never pass
Done composed more raps than the specks of sand in an hourglass
Apply this rhyme and reason with this mighty mind of mine
Show up to your gun fight with a knife and divide you in pieces
You by the book, I'm by the crooks, but not the halfway ones
You probably thing you mobbin' deep, but I'ma need a submarine
To summarize the motherfuckin' storm my brain has brung
The depths I've met touch the ocean floor, got 'em wantin' more
Than the brothers who conquered, ridin' horses with iron swords
Eclectic messenger blessed with mental telepathy
Cursed with a purpose, I'm certain'll surely sever me
Those who chose to hold me back were lackin' spinal cords
So I of course, resort to thinking heavily
The death of me was yet to be my destiny and'll never be, 'cause I'm
[Chorus]
Infinite, familiar with Heaven? Well I'm of it's descent
My mission on Earth's to deter you from serpents and ignorance
Now even I'm a victim of the bliss of it, heard this instrumental
And remembered the gift I've been given which is infinite
Bus it, bus it, yo
[Verse 2]
Live from the 3-1-0, the 2-1-3, and 4-2-4, the 5-6-2 and 8-1-8
If there was ever one great, I'm him gangathen times ten
If you know, you know, where the boat is rowed
And so it goes, I grab the mic and I just gotta cook
I got 'em hooked, you couldn't find a hockey puck
To come up with the coldest flows
I know the lows too well and I'm too high to go to Hell
I'll vanish from the Earth, return, and spank you with Orion's belt
I'm grateful to be able to accomplish the impossible
Spot the opportunity that's lying behind every obstacle
You and I would never be a match, in fact
That's the sun of God versus an abominable popsicle
To describe ma as phenomenal is unbecoming
Hit rock bottom only to find that I was up to something
Hardest artist with a tortured soul, blood pumping out a heart of gold
Try me if you think I'm fucking bluffin'
[Chorus]
Infinite, familiar with Heaven? Well I'm of it's descent
My mission on Earth's to deter you from serpents and ignorance
Now even I'm a victim of the bliss of it, heard this instrumental
And remembered the gift I've been given which is infinite
Mic check, one-two
[Verse 3]
The third verse is just as crucial as the crucifixion of the savior
That you be prayin' to if you a Christian, hamdu-Allah
If you Islamic, Ahk, da self-proclaimed B.O.A.T
You can more than likely find me at the dock
I never got the Covid virus, just a bunch of frequent flyer mileage
Form all of the astral flights that I done boarded
I've yet to reach my pinnacle or craft my magnum opus
It's best you know that Pastor black lips back up at the podium
With something potent for they soul
Just like that pair of Jordan ones you never could afford
Won't be surprised if I'm the Holy Ghost with flesh and bones
Breath and yes a pulse, diamond studded Virgin Mary
Wrapped around my vocal chords
I gripped the mic and got excited when it turned to gold
I might as well be Midas or at least the king of all the writers
I wish arthritis on all of you weak emcees
Seek my style at the end of the number line only to find I'm
[Chorus]
Infinite, familiar with Heaven? Well I'm of it's descent
My mission on Earth's to deter you from serpents and ignorance
Now even I'm a victim of da bliss of it, heard this instrumental
And remembered the gift I've been given which is infinite
Familiar with Heaven? Well I'm of it's descent
My mission on Earth's to deter you from serpents and ignorance
Now even I'm a victim of da bliss of it, heard this instrumental
And remembered the gift I've been given which is infinite
