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[Intro: Ab-Soul] I'm trying man For real Yo Look Yuh [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Give my momma ten percent of every check I ain't never paid ties, ain't shit around my neck Got noose for you niggas ain't showing your respect I'm only a fool around my Mexican friends I'm on some other shit, just having fun guy Seen what a mil do when I need mines In abundance talking hundreds, love 'em at a fucking time I'll be a nine figure nigga 'fore I fuckin die Being broke ain't funny but a joke is When you go in debt, watch out for the jokers All the junkies on you, big two Used to walk around with stacks and it's bool Things change I had to gеt 'em back right with the shit I don't write thеse days And I ain't a false prophet, I'm just making real profit And I'm with it, with it registered, and he will pop it Kicking others like some Yankis in a library You are not ready, I'll embarrass ya Only difference between God and Ab-Soul is four characters You understand that when grow some more characters "Heaven and Hell, rap legend" Accepting things they can't change Introduce you to your maker "Presence is felt" [Verse 2: Canibus] We ain't no false prophets, this is lost knowledge Bond with me, I'll take you to war college False prophets get shot down with real rockets Drone operators in the field with optics Fighter jets barrel roll over a narrow road Going so fast my head shape like a tadpole I gotta learn to live with what I can’t control My soul plays a substantial role I’m in Booger Hollow, Alabama Told the bitch to make me a sandwich Got that peanut butter jelly, going ham with the hammers And ham radio scanners, smoking turtle with Santa They keep asking, I ain’t got no answers Still get it in, looking real young and handsome You heard what Ab said, register your weapons Voice command JIBO record the session, huh False prophets never pay homage Don’t get caught with your hand in the Central Bank pocket The rap brotherhood fragment is so damn defensive All doomed to an ignorant ending Hip-hop your vision, Knowledge the Wisdom, what is it? Nothing more it's just fear disguised as respect Drugs, money, and sex, monetize the debt Normalize the threat, fortified front line on deck When Heru go to war with Set The greenbacks ain't green no more, they red Look back years from know you see what I meant Don't front, this old dog still hunt In the field with Ab-Soul you know what we want "Heaven and Hell, rap legend" "Presence is felt" "I can introduce you to your maker"