W.R.O.H

[Intro: Ab-Soul]

All my life

All my life

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was tight

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was sick

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was ill

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was I'll be here

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

I'll be there, everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare

Cross me like the gold you wear

Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air

So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo'

TDE generals, she ain't spiritual, but she still on Soul

God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing

Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds?

Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb

After me there will be none

I told you there is only one (Soul!)

Yeah, and I just might be in your hood

Causin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good

Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over, hope it's overstood

I'm in Hollywood, ‘cause I remember when

I had 50 cent up in da club

All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major

I don't even write rhymes

I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the

Game y'all praise on hand and knee

Just waited 'til it came to me

I just kept it real with y'all, keepin' it real with me

[Chorus: Ab-Soul and JMSN]

‘Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere

Tryin' to stay high, as long as we down here

Listen closely, see what we 'bout here

Who really 'bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears

‘Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)

We really out here! (We really out here!)

We really out here! (We really out here! Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea

If I never went home again

Fuck on the same hoes again

Bumpin' "Druggies Wit Hoes Again" with my bros again

No, I want the world chico and everything in it

Every beverage with codeine in it

How the fuck you say I sold my spirit?

I'm still takin' blows at the Senate

Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna illuminate

Praise to the most high; God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh

Selassie eye, and I'm proud to say

I never need a 9 by my waist

Niggas still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space

And I just might be in your hood

Causin' havoc with my bros, and it's still all to the good

Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over, ho, it's overstood

I was overlooked, I went overboard, now I'm overbooked

Ab-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book

Read between the lines, nigga

I did this shit legally blind, nigga

Yeah, Soulo, ho, Carson arson with Del Amo

Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared, ‘cause…

[Chorus: Ab-Soul and JMSN]

‘Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere

Tryin' to stay high, as long as we down here

Listen closely, see what we 'bout here

Who really 'bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears

‘Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)

We really out here! (We really out here!)

We really out here! (We really out here! Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was tight

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was sick

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was ill

I say all my life, all my life

All my life I knew I was I'll be here

[Break: Ab-Soul (Interview)]

These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation. Maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience, and try to move forward…

[Battle Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Y'all got me? Everything good? Y'all can hear me?

Before we start, let me just say this, let me just say this

I'm datin' you, Day… wait, wait, pause, no gay shit

What's the difference between a date and a day anyway, Day?

A date is a day that's marked

I'm smart, and just ‘cause I know you love 'em so much

I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day

I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds

My database said Day the basehead that date a basehead

Is he dope? No. Who gave Day the base?

Ball is what we do best

Flock his projects; that's a home run

Day, the baseball is what we do best

Carpe diem, that's how you say "seize the day" in French

I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life

I will never see the light of Day again

Now witnessing this rare occasion

I bear the fruits of my labor, this Grape is green

I gotta eat on the go, Day

I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way—don't go a long way, what?

A ho in Chipotle, no, this is food for thought

From a dog on top

We been nuts, there was a fool who thought we was new to this, but who knew this would end up

A glow stick in a uterus; that's Lyt in a box

And that's light, that's light

But Lyt like to lick twat a lot, so that's right

That's what y'all call street?

No tales from the Crip this evenin'

He slip, seems he forgot what the C meant

It's your dumbass' fault that last part was so concrete

But I guess you'd have to be kin to get that bar, b

Pardon me, I bet right about now

You feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs

In fact it's crazy that you even play ball

To clear your thoughts before raw backwards

And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull

Before you let the Jordan Downs and Jordan down

Now, as for the crew

Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog

And this nigga bought

What, a hundred and three dalmatians?

It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it

And I'm a fan first, but it won't take too many seconds

To leave you in a damn urn

You deserve this disservice

I put this man in ER's if he don't got no manners

Man, word, I'm expectin'

Some etiquette in your segment, kid

I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do

So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras don't get aired here, they can't see you

Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do

And you don't appear to be a peer to me

For real, you should kneel to me or somethin'

Fuck it, to keep it one hundred, you're nil to me, that's nothin'

Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street

That's crazy, right? That's what happens when you expose them Grapes to too much Daylyt

So your chances of standin'

Much smaller than my plan to defeat you

Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son? Shed some light on Day? 'Til he's cropped out

No, not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you

The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued

You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter

Coward, you're counterfeit

You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy

To see Quill drug over the counter

After your mother consumed you

You were the fruit of the womb

After you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom

Now I'm tryna figure out, is are you from Grape Street, Crip

Or just another fruit in this room?

It's crucial, you choose

I'm sure you don't want me to assume

I should be against the law to run into

‘Cause we all know in L.A. I'm double you

All so true, today is the day I split Day in two

What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?

Are you from Gotham or from Watts?

Are you Batman, Spawn, or Devone?

Did you really think "Paul Walker" was a dope song?

If so, you were wrong

But hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me

Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?

Don't be so transparent, this nigga Lyt through

If you don't know what transparent means

Let me enlighten you

If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through

So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' Lyt through

Like, the nerve of this cat

Lyin' with a motionless emotion, this nigga Day all bitch

Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get killed

Do Quill got skill at all, homie?

It was some Braveheart shit; all I heard was nah's, homie

Did you really expect to last, Day?

You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days

I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy

But did you get to that page? You got gats?

You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?

Forget it, Day! No, really, forget this day

If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see

Just how many people would say yes to Day

Nobody, fam, nobody, fam, that's why I'm ahead to Day

No, no body, fam, that's why I'm a head today

No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day

Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day

Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day

It's only right I be blunt to Lyt

I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt

I see I should have used the lighter instead

Chill, Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple

We need the fire instead

When I think of daylight, I think of shit like… breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'—see where I'm goin'?

That means you better break fast

Or I'll have your family mourning'

When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it

But you know what? Hold on, hold on

Let me get you right, we have this shit

Take this 500 before you clap this shit up

Say this, let me say this, let me just say this

These flashin' lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory

Your buzz lightyears from here

Quill, and you tellin' toy stories

You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes

All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything

Day a dairy queen, Deluxe; bless, King!

Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse

You know I brought a hearse

For the sausage you brought worst

Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine

That tried to let it shine

And I hate that we have to hear lies

From this little light of mine that tried to let it shine

But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt

You get it, Lyt? That's how you ILL-u-min-ate

And finish Lyt, good night

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Let me get you right, you got that for me?

Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks

[Battle Verse 2: Daylyt]

Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?

It don't matter, The Matrix's old

I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch

No, no, no, face it, I got it covered

Prevail, they say the sail was a thread to hell

The gravitational stitch, ‘cause some niggas seem down

They come up with this perfectly clean round

But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear

Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within

But I guess it's up to you to risk your career

I retire niggas, I'm the slow leak crew

I could OD too, and even the odds some

He thought he could least/Kelis get a baby victory

But all he got was "Nah, son"/Nas' son

Check this out, he not ready

Either you fight back or I Ether you

Thought you could face what I hand you

Well, this is isn't peek-a-boo

Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked

Peep it, you put everything at stake

Well done, this is beef, right?

Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, Soul, before you get meatsliced

I'm from the third, I gotta try you

Guy, you play Ryu, lose a ken in a street fight

Nice slow guidance with both sirens

You still couldn't see Lyt

Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit

Pilot, fly, I be the goblin; we battle for a stack

In fact they had to get a cataract, ‘cause I be the problem

But it's useless, use less filler, excuse the excuses

But, but, but… these asscheek niggas dead

You said you would fry Day previously

But that's what the last weak nigga said

But, but, but keep cool, Joe, ‘cause dog crazy

Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up

He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino

Nigga, you better duck

But I tell them tails we never tuck, we gon' line that ass up

I from the Watts block for decision

My profession is stompin' squares the fuck out

We played hopscotch for a livin'

But that's def, that's just plain old def

It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen

Have a seat, pick chairs

Picture this photo, this a Soulo, is it?

Hold up, is it because he 'bout to get smoked?

Common roll the physics, so exquisite

Thought I was in here dolo

No, bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission

The deal closed, SoHo is it

Thought you could fuck with me, gal? I gotta Cotto-split him

Look at your girl dead in her eyes

And say "Fuck Dorothy, dog!"; I'm toto dissin'

But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as hell, as I release bars, they better bail

Objects that I process is parallel

Let's get this aligned, minus sinus

The stuff he knows flew overhead, it's cold, redemption

Stay still, as I apply DayQuil, ‘cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me

See where mind be is a mine, explosive, interior is inferior

This is a hobby probly, y'all see I got the drop on everybody

That's why I reign superior

Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate

These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day

Remember, you did say you would fry Day?

But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets

Preacher for they peeps, you asshole

You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat

I tell 'em I got the four in

Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish

Game I play is death, get sword for the hoodish

Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage

I'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you

I need a lot of space; the galactic crew, the actors knew

You feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do

But you got the roots stirred up, gelatin dropped and slide

This game is stormchasin'

Based on whether you got the drive

Win rounds, destroy their whole city—will they get tore?

Nay, do you realize I still got a break, brother?

When I quake in action, think of blanket jackin'; take cover

That's lightwork, Soul

Cut your lights switch, see how the light works, Soul

I cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul

Somebody get this nigga help! I mean, like, Soul, assist him

Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the solar system

I mean, it's simple, Aretha Franklin; you a Soul, sister

That's enough, man, I'ma have to throw one of these masks on, man, should I finish him off?

And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the Quill

And I gotta give 'em the skill

I be on my tip, like I tried to give him the bill

New approach, Bull coach; I tried to give 'em the feel

For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal

Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real

You can't back up defeat, but I try to get up the hill

Cold, rack up the heat, but I'm tired of niggas that grill

Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest

Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest

Platform, see where I come from? It was sirens, blackboards

Eyelids see the violence, what is that for?

.44 shoot, they screamin', "Who's that guy?!"

Jesus, his face, they screamin', "Who's that?! God!"

We be on the top, careers gettin' too high

They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy

That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly

Tragic, twin maggots; I grew up too fly

They askin', "Who I?" in front of that triangle black

That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat

We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission

Older now, I'm in the Rover, but it's not a Mars mission

Settle down, one child, merry; feel like I'm Marge pimpin'

Bitches wanna eat my shorts; feel like I'm Bart Simpson

I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin'

They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'

But you got it, you got it bad

2Pac, don't watch the world sad, come back

Two watches, that's pocket change

Dude coppin' that clock exchange

Credit good, I'ma pull the card out

Better be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out

Cough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out

Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house

And I gotta give 'em the light

My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight

Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic

Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life

Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price

Wow, that's a million, I'm done

[Outro]

Ces jours-ci, je suis très concentré