As Above So Below

[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN] Na'm ta'lm 'bout? Yeah (Lordy, na'm ta'm 'bout) Live with the Lordy (Lordy, na'm ta'm 'bout) Lordy, nigga (Yeah, aye) Yeah, aye check it out, look [Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN] Yeah I know what you did last summer Stolen black jacket with the [?] under She was a devious bitch, I turned her to a good woman Yeah I'm good looking Pop you from the balcony, J. F. Kennedy style, your brains fly out the door like you took something (Huh) Tom Clancy code of honor The only time I voted for Obama, and even that was a broken promise I move ash, you gave me slow responses I use pliers for pulling out your tonsils This is not a game like a console I'm from a town, they bang on congos, strike guitar notes [?], my Lordy poured him a large dose, [?] You wonder how we entered through the garage door Smoking green herbs, my dad [?] like cilantro You need membership like Costco to shop with us Spin you like a turntable, buck .50 left some sloppy cuts Marvelous Leave you fishing in the sea with Aquarius Break it down since everything ain't obvious I relate to symbols on my dollar bills: In God We Trust You far from home, the grass ain't green it's a poverty zone You lost your legs, you're like Karl Malone You a deal breaker, never fuck with the youth, man, that's a common known You was a lil' Lordy like the [?] a clone [Bridge: ANKHLEJOHN] As above so below, the doves lie with the crows I tried my best to cash out on a private loan, yeah (Ching ching) I'm in San Fran' where the price is gold, [?] and told us snake bites from cobras Lord everything ain't kosher As above so below, the doves lie with the crows I tried my best to cash out on a private loan, yeah I'm in San Fran' where the price is gold, [?] and told us snake bites from cobras Lord everything ain't kosher (Shaap shit only) [Verse 2: Wiki] On the upper west, kosher was the closest thing to Cosa Nostra Riverside, smokin' bowls on boulders, cops patrollers Those is not my olders, nor my elders And there ain't sheet that you could tell us That you ain't already told us Just let me be, let me breathe, let me keep my focus Before I dive off the deep, go to sleep in the ocean With the fishies, pinch me, kick me, get me woken If I don't, then to Wiki toast him Talk to me right Everybody walk to me hyped like I'm offering Nikes I ain't offer you shit, I'd offer ya life For a quick hit, don't talk to us slick Y'all smoke Marlboro Lights, I smoke spliffs I blow piff, y'all blow up blow, sniff I throw up, y'all ain't grown up, y'all throw up shit It's garbage, I just throw up regular vomit Y'all can call him what you call him Say pardon to every mama that's cartin' a baby due Postpartum depression, all my bars postmodern, ahead of his time But still reflective, don't try and be aggressive, you can't intercept it Don't say I'm interjecting, 'cause look, shorty, if you into sexin Wik' Then you gonna get the dick with some introspection, uh A chat with Pat is rare, the facts is always there The masses will always stare, your asses will always care More if I pop myself then end up in the rocking chair Then act like they was not prepared while they say they prayers (Fuck outta here)