[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
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