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)