NU-GEE-LA.

[Intro: Rapsody] Ooh, la la la la la la Ooh, la la la la la la Ooh, la la la la la la laa Nu-Gee-La [Verse 1: Rapsody & Ab-Soul] We used to be number 10 To keep it 10,000 tenths 100 with you, we the talented 10th Find your way to the bench I'm on the bench, 100 plates on each end Bars lift my muscle memory pen A lot of pinnacles, men fold, exposing their menstrual shows I got it padlocked, all of 'em hoes Only me and God knows, how far I can go I keep it to myself, that's too scary for you Throw the W, 'cause everybody gonna get whooped All I see's a bunch of bitches, and halfway crooks Slow singing, flower bringing, just like the hook Ooh la la, eye to eye Only see myself like I'm cockeyed Babalawos, beads round my neck like it's Mardi Gras, I am a god They say they got a lot in store, it's Wawa's Processing, everything they processing, my my Unnatural, give me acne, hmm, nah-nah I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more Red pill, red pill, look, I took a double dose Reality is hella harsh when your mind's still controlled, uh Hahahaha, you shouldn't diss Rapsody, and Hahahaha, I'm like a Greek mythology, see I feel Medusa, when they wanna look concrete They run to me, but they ain't solid as me R-A-P, Rap' (Aye, man) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul, Rapsody & Joey Bada$$] I say, hey, hey, hey, you gotta be dense, it's novice Play, play, play, if you ever for a second thought you was fucking with this In your defense, though, confidence is key, but not against this, though Knock knock (Who's there?) Nu-Gee-La It's over, baby, yeah, the tubes is tied, be very scared Pardon the arsenal deliberately stocked with heavy artillery And the target's your infantry Don't bother trying to infiltrate, that'd be a silly mistake You can't see me Disappear where chameleons'll get ate Oh, the irony, watch me bring righteousness out of atrocity Unity out of mutiny, you probably think That I'm just sticking terms together, those who can't do, teach This a verse or a lecture? I'm definitely not a professor By any means at all, not a role model either, negus But I'm breaking bread for the cause See nowadays, it's content over everything (That's a bet) Some people gotta be examples of what you should never be Long as God know my heart, it's anything for the art 'Cause that's what life imitates, don't flatter me, just be great Yeah, the best of all time, the B.O.A.T Father of Carson, Cali Soul-lo, hoe! Fee fi fo fum Go gorilla on 'em, like I ain't got opposable thumbs Listen, if I lie, I die, bismillah I'm a different type of Christian, chickens coming home to roost Had to cross the road to avoid a crucifixion (Ayo, badmon!) Joey! [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Niggas telling tales, safe to say they whole crew's a fiction We don't go by the book, we speak with a newer diction This that new edition, no, that Nu-Gee-La Kumbaya? Nah, this that' coup d'état, y'all Brothers getting overthrown like a Hail Mary Me, Rap' and Soul like Joseph, Jesus and Virgin Mary It's beyond scary what we do behind bars This ain't reality TV, you can't see these stars Check the repertoire, my cup overflows from an unlimited reservoir That never pours but still spills These skills cut sharper than steel I'm too ill, tell me, who we luring over the hill? What's the deal, treat these verses like I'm writing my will You versus me, you better off reinventing the wheel I got enough willpower to power a mill I'm a beast, but I pray 'fore I devour my meal Like "ashadualla ilaha illallah," ooh la la How many times I gotta tell you why I've been that guy Niggas wanna jump it off, just tell me how high Know you got the right brother 'cause I've been that fly The ascended master, sent to capture your minds and your spirit after Feel the wrath of this tremendous rapper The freestyle benefactor with the X factor Wishing best of luck to anybody that I'm coming after 'Cause I got an array of flows, I'm spraying foes Know you niggas in it for clout, but what's your main goal? Niggas taking shots, that's how the game goes, predicted angles It's longevity in my genes, I can see his ankles Or Achilles' heel, this the really real Got you niggas all in your feelings, pray you take the time to heal 'Cause I got time to kill And I won't need a polygraph to see you lying still My nigga, chill